Good Karma (32 page)

He smiled. “Just getting you used to my
touch.” His voice was quiet but deep.

He spent another few seconds caressing her
legs, sending sizzles into her abdomen and down to her toes, and
then shifted his hand higher. He pulled his hand out from under the
covers, popped open the cap of the lube, and drizzled a little on
his fingers. She wanted to tell him she was already nicely
lubricated.

“You ready?” he said.

She nodded, and he slipped his hand under the
blankets again.

“I’m going to touch you now, okay?” he
whispered.

He had already been touching her, and didn’t
her tingling body know it, but she knew what he meant. She met his
gaze and waited, holding her breath. It was as much of an
acknowledgement as she could muster.

His sure fingers slid between her outer
labia, pressed in, parted her inner labia, dove farther down as if
searching, and then stopped.

“Take a deep breath,” Mark said.

She inhaled, and as she exhaled, his middle
finger forged inside.

This was the first time a man had put his
finger inside her. The sensation was foreign but pleasurable.
Similar to how it felt when she put her finger inside herself, but
Mark had big hands and wider fingers than she did, and even though
it was just a finger, she felt full. He probed farther, stroking
her G-spot. The contact was enough to make her suck in her
breath.

“I feel it,” he said, concentrating.

“I feel it, too.” She spoke breathlessly.

His finger halted, and the corners of his
mouth lifted. “Are we talking about the same thing?”

She licked her lips and stared, feeling like
she was floating. “I don’t know. What are you talking about?”

“The ball.” His grin grew wider. “What were
you
talking about?”

“
Not
the ball.” The words breathed out
on a dreamy sigh. Her nervousness began to evaporate, and for the
first time she felt…sexy. Sexual. The way she imagined a woman was
supposed to feel in bed with a handsome, virile man like Mark.

His finger gently hooked inside her and
stroked her pleasure zone again. “Is that what you feel?”

She closed her eyes and let out a long, quiet
sigh. “Yes.”

“Well, we’ll come back to that later.” His
thumb smoothed up to her swollen clit and drew a single firm circle
around it. “For now, tilt your pelvis for me.” She did as he asked.
“That’s good. Hold on.”

His finger wiggled back and forth, and the
pressure inside grew more and more pleasurable. The rest of his
fingers cupped her crotch. Her breaths grew more shallow the longer
he played fetch with the ball.

“You sure went to a great deal of trouble to
get me to put my finger inside you,” he said, grinning. His finger
strained deeper.

She huffed in protest, too distracted by her
rising arousal to respond verbally.

“Are you sure you didn’t do this on purpose?
I mean, I can think of better, easier ways to get me to do this
without risking life and limb to retrieve a little metal ball.”

Trying to hold back her smile, she nudged his
free arm. “Stop making fun of me. Just do your job and get that
thing out.”

“You make it sound like an alien.”

“It feels like one.”

“Did you even
see Alien
?”

Now they were talking about aliens and movies
about aliens? Really?

“Yes, I did.”

He frowned, concentrated, and hooked his
finger inside her. His face scrunched as if he was working hard. A
moment later, his face relaxed, and he smiled. He slowly pulled his
finger out of her, and then held up the little ball between his
thumb and forefinger. “Got it. Now, does this look like a molting,
evil, acid-bleeding creature to you?”

The most wonderful ache between her legs
protested the removal of his finger, but she managed to laugh and
give him a playful shove. “Stop teasing me.”

He laughed with her. “Is that any way to
thank me for saving you?”

The man was incorrigible. “My hero,” she
drawled sarcastically.

“That’s more like it.” He tossed the ball to
the floor.

She began to pull her leg from over his, but
he quickly gripped her knee and held it back. “No, no. I’m not
finished with you.”

“What are you doing?” But she already knew.
At least her subconscious did, because sparks erupted inside her
belly.

The look in his eyes confirmed her
suspicions.

He released her knee and skimmed his palm up
her leg as his torso pressed against hers. “Trust me?” he whispered
against her lips.

With flames licking their way into the place
his finger had just vacated, and molten arousal flowing into her
limbs, she would agree to anything he asked. “Yes,” she said
breathlessly.

Moments ago, they had been laughing and
joking, but now the air crackled with rising hunger. She wanted
more. She was ready for more.

His fingers danced up and down her inner
thighs, sending shocks of sensation into her labia, up through her
vagina, to her clitoris.

If he could make her feel this way with just
his hand, she could only imagine what he could do with his mouth.
After all, he had read the papaya book, which meant he knew what it
took to give mind-blowing oral sex. Just what kinds of magic tricks
had Mark picked up from his studies?

His hand drew near center again, but this
time, he didn’t pass over to her other leg. This time, the very
tippy-tips of his fingers barely touched her as he brushed them
over her lips.

Arousal spiked in her core, and wave after
wave of tingles lapped at her vulva with each pass of his
fingers.

She squirmed and moaned, turning her pleading
gaze to his. His intent, hooded eyes seemed to drink her in as if
he had never seen anything more captivating.

He let his fingers caress her more directly,
brushing the length of his fingers against her privates. A minute
later, he altered the pressure again, using his fingers like a
paintbrush, heavily stroking them up and down.

Sensations unlike any she’d ever felt surged
through her, and she found it hard to lie still. More. She wanted
more.

But Mark progressed at his own pace, slowly
drawing his fingers up, then driving them back down. He spread her
both ways, teased her clit, and sent her heart rate into the
stratosphere.

Until finally, he planted his palm fully
against her and slowly plunged his middle finger back into her
depths.

She gasped and thrust her hips to meet
him.

“Will you take your shirt off for me?” he
said quietly. It was a request, not a demand.

Her heart rate spiked. “I’m not sure…”

“You don’t have to,” he whispered, “but I
think you’ll like it. I know I will.”

Her gaze danced around the room. It was a
little darker now. The sun was creeping toward sunset. Her eyes met
his again. Down below, his thumb drew slow, persuasive circles
around her clit, and his finger stroked the front wall of her
vagina. Why not do as he asked? She was beautiful, right? Even so,
she wanted something from him if he wanted her to do this.

“You first,” she said.

“Ah, a negotiator.” He grinned, removed his
finger, and yanked his shirt off in one smooth motion.

If Mark was hot with his shirt on, he was
even hotter with it off. Karma stared. Yes, stared. Dark but short,
sparse hair swept toward his sternum, down the ridge in the middle
of his chest, and pointed toward the center of his stomach, which
was impressively ribbed with muscle. Mark was a man who took care
of his appearance.

God bless sit-ups and whatever else he did to
keep that six-pack.

“Your turn,” he said. The expression on his
face showed that he enjoyed the way she was staring at him.

She swallowed. He had fulfilled his end of
the bargain. Now she needed to. Slowly, she grabbed the hem of her
shirt and lifted it up her torso. For so long, she hadn’t wanted
anyone to see her naked, but Mark was beginning to change all that.
He had told her she was beautiful. He had said her breasts were
perfect. And he had made her start believing it.

Mark’s eyes held fast on her body as she
peeled the shirt over her head. Then she held her breath and, with
trembling fingers, she unfastened her bra. A part of her couldn’t
believe she was doing this, but the other part reveled in the fact
that she was. It felt like she was about to pass some kind of
milestone…complete a rite of passage.

Their eyes met, and she inched her bra off
her chest. Little by little, she revealed herself to him, and his
gaze lowered in a way that suggested he didn’t want to miss a
moment, until finally, she pulled the bra away altogether and set
it aside.

His hand slid back under the covers and
between her legs. “You’re beautiful.” He spoke softly, his gaze
ranging left to right, from one side of her chest to the other.

“I’m nervous,” she whispered in the growing
darkness.

“Don’t be.” He eased his finger back inside
her.

A moment later, he rolled down beside her,
and his skin met hers. So warm, so electric. So incredibly hot.

I am beautiful.

When his mouth closed over her nipple, all
rational thought screeched to a halt. He drew the tight, puckered
bud against his tongue and laved her with the patient lust of a man
who knew what he was doing. Then he drew his tongue up her breast,
to the side of her neck, and finally to her ear.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he whispered, just
as he began massaging his thumb over her clit.

She
was driving
him
crazy? What
did he think he was doing to her?

“Put your arms around me,” he said, lifting
his body so he could scoot closer.

She did as he asked. He felt so big, so
powerful. The muscles of his back rolled against her palms. God, he
was majestic.

She closed her eyes and moaned as his finger
found her sweet spot again. His thumb and middle finger worked in
perfect harmony, finding a rhythm, working in tandem to drive her
insane with need.

“You’re close,” he said, dropping his mouth
to her breast again. “I can feel your clit getting harder.” He
groaned and laved her nipple.

Nipple and clit connected on some invisible
fuse, and the first telltale sensation of pending orgasm burned
through her.

She sucked in her breath. “I think I’m…oh
God…yes.”

He replaced his thumb with the heel of his
hand and gripped her like a bowling ball, rubbing her clit and that
incredible inner spot more aggressively, increasing the pressure.
At the same time, he sucked her nipple against his tongue and
gently flicked it. A bolt of electricity zinged from her breast
into her vagina, and she gasped as her orgasm reared.

She could hardly breathe. Her orgasm built
and built…and built. For what felt like an eternity, it threatened
to consume her. It rose like a slow burn, creeping closer to the
edge.

“Yes…yes…yes.” Each whispered syllable rose
in pitch and intensity, taking her closer to boiling over.

My God, she had never felt anything like this.

She ground her hips against him, gripped the
back of his head to hold his mouth against her breast. The more he
teased her nipple, the better it felt between her legs. What
sorcerer’s trick was he playing on her anatomy?

“Yes,
yes
, YES! Mark!” She threw her
head back, the wave cresting.

“Bear down,” he said.

She did and held her breath. The pleasure! My
God, the pleasure! What was happening to her?

Like an explosive blast, her orgasm
skyrocketed into orbit, and then crashed into her with the force of
a bomb. Was this a side effect of the Ben Wa ball being inside her
for so long? Or of the Kegels she had been doing faithfully every
day? Or was it just…Mark? Whatever the cause, she wanted more.

Her entire body convulsed. She lost all
control over her muscles. It was as if a hundred doctors were
tapping their tiny triangular hammers against all her reflex points
at once. Her arms and legs jerked endlessly, her stomach twitched
in violent spasms, and the only sound she could make was a garbled
moan as her climax completely destroyed her.

It wasn’t until about a minute later that she
stopped twitching and finally opened her eyes. Echoes of her orgasm
still hummed through her muscles, but at least she had regained
control.

The expression on Mark’s face was one of awe.
“My God, that was…breathtaking.” In an instant, his mouth was on
hers, his tongue seeking to connect. Still breathless, she breathed
him in drunken gasps. She was totally open, as if the intense
intimacy of such a powerful release had shattered all inhibition,
as well as the walls that normally concealed her. Gratitude beamed
from her soul, uniting them.

“I’ve never seen a more beautiful orgasm,” he
said against her mouth. His hand was still in place, his finger
still inside.

“I’ve never felt anything like that before,”
she whispered back.

He grinned, and his teeth pressed against her
top lip as his eyes searched hers in the growing shadows. “Now
that
was a chocolate chunk brownie,” he said.

His finger began rocking inside her. Slowly.
Very slowly. Waves of warmth blasted through her, mere ghosts of
what she had just experienced, but pleasurable nonetheless.

“I’m beginning to understand.” She wrapped
her arms around his shoulders, finding comfort under his body in
the dark room. The brownie, the Kegels, the Ben Wa balls, the
reading, all the preparation. Mark’s methods clearly held merit. He
really did know what he was doing. As if she had ever doubted.

“I told you you’d thank me later.”

“Yes, you did.” She sighed as his finger
continued to coax pleasant sensations from her body.

“Shall I try for a double serving?” He nudged
his forehead against her temple, his eyes closed.