Good Karma (46 page)

“Please,” she finally whispered as she came
up for air.

In answer, his hand brushed down between
their bodies until his fingers parted her.

Her nails dug into his back, just below his
shoulders.

With the tips of his fingers barely inside
her, he used his hand to guide his erection to the very place she
wanted. As he extracted his fingers, the head of his cock glided in
to replace them.

He was inside her. Just a little. Not all the
way. But still! God, Mary, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit! She felt
like she should pray. Give thanks. Sing praises to heaven. Yes,
this was what she had been missing only minutes ago. This was what
she needed. This felt right. And he was thick. Thicker than the
fourth dildo.

She sighed heavily and lifted her gaze to
meet his as he held his breath.

“Are you ready?” he said.

Licking her lips, she nodded. “Yes.”

Ever so gently, he pressed forward, sliding
inside her just a little. There was a pinch of tightness, and she
tensed and whimpered.

He stopped. “Ssshh, take your time.” He gave
her a moment to breathe, and then began filling her again once she
relaxed.

Slowly, inch by inch, he encroached then
withdrew before driving himself a little deeper, until finally he
was in. All of him. And it felt so good. So damn good…and full. He
filled her completely, and her vagina pulsed with anticipation,
making him groan.

“You feel good,” he said.

“So do you.” Oh God, it was happening. It was
finally happening.

His body shifted against hers, and he rotated
his pubic bone against her clit.

A bolt of sensation zinged her, and she
gasped. “Oh!” She had just had an orgasm a few minutes ago but was
already on the verge of another. Or maybe this was the same one and
it wasn’t finished and just needed a little coaxing to fully spend
itself.

He rotated himself against her clit again,
more insistently, with similar results.

With an emphatic nod, she panted and dug her
blunt nails into his back. “More.”

He took a slow rhythm then gradually
increased the tempo, maintaining the deep connection between them.
The head of him buried as far as it could go.

The result was unreal. She had never felt
anything like this. The pleasure, the way that simple contact took
her to a place of physical rapture, was the stuff of fantasies. She
was the heroine in a romance novel, and Mark was the supernatural
hero able to show her magically intense pleasure like none she’d
ever known.

But this was no fantasy, and she wasn’t some
character in a novel. This was real. Oh God, was it ever real. And
within minutes, she wasn’t sure she would ever be able to take a
normal breath again.

So intense was the euphoria he coaxed in and
out of her body, from head to toe, she could no longer speak, only
breathe. High-pitched moans tore from her throat on each exhale,
her body merely a vessel to receive and amplify every joyous,
shallow, persistent stroke.

On the edge. That’s where she was. He had
pulled her to the precipice, and she hung, gazing down at the
churning waters below, ready to fall, ready to be swallowed by the
pending deluge.

So close. A second release was right there.
Looming but just out of reach.

She had never come like this—without touching
herself—and yet Mark had her precariously on climax’s doorstep for
a second time in less than fifteen minutes.

But that’s as close as she came to release,
because she remained rooted, her orgasm budging not an inch
further.

Damn, the frustration. She was right there.
So close to coming, but unable to. Out of desperation, she began to
wend her hand between their undulating bodies, despairing, her
proverbial back against the wall. Maybe if she used her fingers,
that would help unleash her orgasm.

Mark grabbed her hand and thrust it down
beside her. Their joined fists slammed against the mattress.

“No!” He grunted the word between clenched
teeth. “Not like that.”

She threw her head back and wailed from both
the unbelievable pleasure and the frustration.

“You will come with me.” Each word punched
out like his voice was making love to her, not his body.

She writhed, furiously trying to unbind her
orgasm from whatever shackled it. “I can’t.”

“Yes. You can.” He slowed his pace and took
deep breaths. “Relax, baby. Breathe.”

She did as he said, as hard as it was with
the threat of what felt like a volcanic climax bound tightly inside
her belly.

His rhythm slowed further, and he gently slid
in and out of her. In and out, in and out. And he lifted on his
arms. His skin glistened with perspiration.

Her body cooled as air touched her damp skin
through the lacy lingerie.

For at least a minute, maybe two, he stayed
like that, supported on his arms, suspended over her body, his hips
drawing back and driving slowly forward, over and over with extreme
patience and care. From the looks of it, he was going to drag her
orgasm out of her if it killed him.

The explosive sensations taking up residence
in her body didn’t diminish, but she was finally able to breathe
almost normally again.

“That’s it,” he said, lowering himself once
more. “Breathe. Deep breaths. And put your arms around me. Lay your
legs out straight on either side of mine. Yes, just like that.
Now…keep breathing.” He pressed in, driving deep once more.

Oh! Now that was different. Mmm, yes.

Again, he rocked his hips forward, and again,
and again. And oh! This was better. When his mouth found the side
of her neck, it was like a mainline blasted into place between her
neck and her vagina, and the most…
astonishing
flame licked
to life deep inside, where his erection made contact with her
G-spot.

The response felt similar to how it had felt
when he sucked her nipples while fingering her the night he removed
the Ben Wa ball, only this was ten times stronger.

“Yes,” she said on a gasp. “Yes, God yes.
There. Don’t stop.”

He wasn’t stopping. If anything, his thrusts
became more elongated, deeper, more powerful.

Karma lost all sense of herself as her eyes
rolled back in her head. She couldn’t breathe. Not because Mark was
lying on her, but because the mounting, winding pleasure wouldn’t
allow it. His tongue laved her neck, and then he closed his lips
against her skin and sucked with tiny nectar bites. Somewhere in
the distance, the sound of a jazz piano played a deceptively
fragile melody for the rising passion about to let loose a whole
lot of oh-my-God-and-then-some in the room.

She didn’t think her body’s response could
inflate much more, but she was wrong. My God! What was happening?
What was this? She had never orgasmed like
this
before. Not
even on the night Mark had freed her from Ben Wa.

Just when she didn’t think she could take
much more, an impulsive cry ripped from her throat as her entire
body fell into uncontrollable convulsions.

When had she ever come this hard? When had
the intensity been so great that she couldn’t control her vocal
chords
or
her body? Dear Lord! For a moment, the room went
dark, even though her eyes were open. She had almost blacked
out.

Breathe!

She sucked in a vast gulp of oxygen by sheer
force of will, and another involuntary moan stuttered over the
spasms in her throat.

She became vaguely aware of Mark slamming
into her with a grunt, his entire body going stiff as he growled
out, “I’m coming, I’m coming, oh
fuck
!”

And deep within, against that magical little
spot he had found with the tip of his erection, he throbbed,
filling the condom.

Long moments extended into blissful oblivion,
until finally, breathless and spent, Mark gave a final shudder and
relaxed into her arms, his face buried against her neck.

The drought was over. She had graduated. She
had finally experienced a
real
orgasm, and Mark had been the
one to give it, as promised. Cleansing tears streamed from the
corners of her eyes as more of the emotional weight she had
shouldered for so long eased away, disappearing into the shadows
where Old Karma now resided. Where all her old habits, injurious
behaviors, and self-doubting thoughts were tucked away. Where the
shell she had lived in since junior high quickly filled with
cobwebs and dust, because she had shorn that hiding place weeks
ago.

Finally, Karma felt like a real woman. The
training wheels were off and she stepped into the world changed,
mature, all grown-up. This was what it felt like to be with a man
who cared about her. A man who respected her and put her pleasure
before his own.

“Fuck the chocolate chunk brownie,” he said,
out of breath, panting hard against her. “That was a chocolate
explosion
.”

Karma was too depleted to laugh, but she
offered an airy chuff. “You don’t say.”

His cheeks rose against her skin, so she knew
he was smiling. “Told you I would give you one.”

A satisfied grin spread over her face. “You
could have warned me.”

He carefully lifted off her, rolled her to
her side, and eased behind her. “And ruin the surprise?” He kissed
the back of her shoulder.

“Oh, I doubt anything could have ruined
that
.” Every muscle in her body was loose, warm, and
satiated, and she smiled as she snuggled against him.

“Now you know why I wanted you to abstain
this week.”

“Why?” She wasn’t sure she saw the
connection.

He nuzzled her neck. “Have you heard the
expression that absence makes the heart grow fonder?”

“Yes.”

“Well, abstaining makes the orgasm stronger.”
He kissed her ear. “And since I imagine you’ve faithfully been
doing your Kegels, I suspected—correctly, I might add—that if you
abstained, you would have one hell of an orgasm tonight.”

“You really are a Jedi Master of the Sexual
Force, aren’t you?”

He chuckled. “Feel the Force moooove inside
you.” He tried to speak like Yoda but failed. He burrowed closer
and nibbled her ear.

“Oh, I felt it.”

He squeezed her and kissed her shoulder, the
back of her neck, caressed her arm and hip, and played with the
fabric of her baby-doll, which she was still wearing. Finally, he
laid his head on the pillow behind her and said, “So, will it be
Hank or me? It’s time to choose.”

This time, she did laugh. “Let’s put it this
way: Hank who?”

His arm tightened around her waist. “That’s
my girl.”

Yes, that she was. His girl. After what they
had just done, she had a feeling she would be “his girl” forever,
even after he left and went back to Chicago. But now wasn’t the
time to think about that. Later. She could think about that later.
In this moment, all that mattered was that he was here with her
now.

An hour later, while watching a movie in bed,
Mark peeled Karma out of her lingerie and made love to her one more
time before curling her against his body and dozing off, his head
tilted toward her as if he could watch her even in slumber. Before
he fell asleep, he pulled her arm over his stomach, and his hand
lay on her wrist as if he wanted to keep her there.

His chest rose and fell deeply, and the
longer Karma watched him sleep, the heavier her eyelids became. She
had slept uneasily all week, looking forward to tonight. Now, with
the excitement behind her and her body feeling as content and lazy
as a cat napping in the sun, the restless nights finally caught
up.

Within minutes, with her head nestled on
Mark’s chest, she was asleep.

Chapter 40

No guts,
no glory.

-Major Gen. Frederick C. Blesse

Saturday morning, Mark awoke with his lips resting
against the top of Karma’s head. He blinked drowsily and
smiled.

Last night had been amazing. She had come
three times and responded to him better than he’d anticipated. He
had expected her to be nervous, more bashful. Instead, she had
eagerly and willingly embraced the entire experience, pushing
herself into the unknown without a blink, even asking for more at
one point.

He brushed his fingertips over her face to
push back her hair. Even tousled with mascara rubbing off on her
eyelids, she was gorgeous. It made her look sexy. Like a woman
who’d just been fucked silly and had lost all inhibition. What a
turn-on.

She twitched, and her eyes eased open.

“Oh wow,” she said.

“Sleep well?”

She stretched and groaned. “Too well.”

“You must have been tired.”

She snuggled closer and burrowed her face
into his chest, and didn’t that just make him feel all warm inside.
“Very tired.”

“What do you want to do today?” He secured
his arm around her waist and held her against him.

Without hesitation, she said, “What we did
last night.”

He grinned. “I think that’s a given.” Most
definitely. He wouldn’t let the day end without a replay of the
prior evening.

She sighed and looked up at him, her slender
hand flattening against his chest. “What are my choices?”

“Well, I think I need to make you breakfast
first. Then shower.” His gaze burned into hers. “Hopefully, you’ll
join me for that so I can show you a few more things worth
learning.”

Her mouth widened into an expectant smile.
“Sure.”

He paused a moment as the weight of showering
together sank in then said, “I don’t want to keep you inside all
day, but obviously, going out around here is out of the
question.”

“Obviously.”

In Clover, the odds of running into one of
her coworkers were greater. It wasn’t worth the risk.

“So, I thought we could drive down to Brown
County,” he said. Brown County State Park in southern Indiana was
large and remote enough that they could spend the day hiking or
shopping in the small nearby tourist town of Nashville and not bump
into anyone they knew. “The weather’s supposed to be beautiful, and
we can make a day of it.”