Friday, May 06, 2005

Rainy Day - Chapters Three & Four (NC-17)



Still not gonna fix the typsetting on this... sorry.

CHAPTER THREE

Kara swayed toward him as he plunged his fingers into the silky softness of her hair. It seemed as though neither of them was willing to take the final step until Kara pulled his head down and fastened her lips to his. The effect was shocking as they tasted beer and wine. Rick enveloped her in his arms and she strained to melt into him.
They stood with mouths a breath apart, contemplating. Rick took a deep breath and loosened his hold on her. Kara licked and then bit her lower lip drawing Rick’s attention there. She stepped closer and tilted her chin to look at him. Rick bent to kiss her again and as her tongue met his again, there was no turning back. He crushed her against the wall, grinding himself against her, his hands running up the back of her legs to cup her cheeks, sliding his fingers under body-warmed silk. He picked her up and she fit her legs around his waist.
Kara felt his desire pressing into her groin as she slipped lower on his hips. Rick turned instinctively toward the only other doorway left. Finding the edge of the bed with his legs, he turned and collapsed backward on it. Kara raised from her position and began unbuttoning her shirt. She spread it wide and he pulled it from her shoulders. Rick fastened on a straining nipple through the lacy material sending a wave a pleasure through Kara.
She groaned, threading her fingers through the thick salt and pepper hair. His hands moved up her back, sending goose bumps onto her arms. With a few flicks her bra came loose and he slid it from her breasts. He tested their weight in his hands and licked a nipple, mesmerized by the way it puckered under his touch.
Kara prompted him with gentle pressure and he laved her breasts with his tongue, settling on first one nipple then the other, tugging and sucking, reveling in her moans of pleasure. Rick unzipped her skirt then laid her on her back. He kissed his way down her ribs to the edge of her skirt which he pulled from her body as she raised her hips toward him. He licked along the edge of her underwear which rode dangerously close to her pubic bone.
“Come here,” she whispered. He met her request and settled himself full-length against her. Kara’s hands went to his shirt. She deftly unbuttoned it and pulled it from him. First running her hands through the thick mat of hair, she then buried her face into it. Rick allowed her full access as she rose onto her knees and kissed down the center of his washboard stomach, following the hairline. His cock hardened further as she swirled her tongue into his bellybutton.
Kara pulled the edge of his belt loose and unbuckled it as she gazed back at him. Rick’s breath came in short bursts as she unbuttoned his slacks and pulled them and his underwear down, exposing him. She caressed his legs before removing his shoes and allowing him to kick his trousers off. Licking the inside of his leg from instep to groin, she watched him flinch as she rolled her breasts over his prick.
Keeping eye contact, Kara lowered herself between his legs and pulled a swollen testicle into her mouth. Rick groaned and raised himself onto his elbows as she spread his legs wider. A light sweat ran along the edge of his brow and he fished behind him for pillows. Finding several, he stuffed them under his shoulders and head. He stroked Kara’s hair as she moved to the other side. She took his cock head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the edge. He hadn’t felt like this in a long time. Rick bucked and she watched his eyes slide close, then open again as she stroked him. Kara didn’t think she had ever seen a body as perfect as his. She slid her hands under his butt and massaged him, pulling him deeper into her mouth. Rick suddenly grasped her face and pulled away. His eyes were hooded with desire.
He slid her up his body and kissed her, smelling his musky scent on her face. Rick laid her beside him and traced the curve of her neck with his lips. His hand traveled up her inner thigh and gently he placed his hand over her warm hump and massaged downward, feeling her heat and moisture. Kara released a sigh and felt tingles roll up her body. She waited for him to slowly make his way past her breast, down her stomach, which tightened as he crossed it and the incredible burning within as he kissed the crease of the legs.
Rick breathed hot air onto her and starting at her bellybutton, licked a line down to her underwear and he slid them away. She opened herself to him, shaven except for a small tuft of fuzz that protected her clit.
Kara waited and willed him to lick her.
“I can’t wait any longer.” She moaned. Something had to happen. She was so hot she felt she would burn from the inside out. His tongue flicked against her clit.
“Oh, yes,” she gasped. He stroked her lips and eased them apart. She waited breathlessly until his tongue laved her. Helpless against the pleasure, she pressed herself closer to him.
Rick stuck his tongue inside, tasting her hot juices. He traced the edge and slid his finger inside her. She bucked against him. He slid the second and third fingers in.
“I want your cock in there.” Rick suckled her clit and stuck his fingers deeper inside. Kara found his rhythm and thrashed in ecstasy.
“Come for me sweet Kara. Cream in my mouth.” He urged her, swirling his tongue around and around her swollen love button. She rammed her wet pussy onto his hand and he felt her tight muscles contract. Kara moaned deeply then cried out. Her pussy contracted around his fingers, her body pulsed with pleasure, Rick watched her shoulders arch, her breasts thrust into the air.
Kara sagged back to the bed, while Rick stroked her abdomen, rib cage, and then her breasts, his lips dipping to suck her nipples. She took his cock in her hand as she slid her tongue into his mouth. She kissed and sucked in rhythm to the increasing tempo of her hand. He placed his hand over her’s and slowed her strokes.
“You’ve got to stop. I want to be inside of you.”
Rick pulled Kara on top of him and she slid her wet pussy the length of his cock, swivelling her hips, teasing the head before lowering herself onto him. She winced in pleasure and pain as he watched his cock sink into her Rick threw his head back and moaned, gritting his teeth against his orgasm .
“Oh, Kara, you are so sweet and tight.”
She leaned over him, giving him access to her breasts, the nipples hard and large as marbles. He suckled as his cock drove into her. She found his rhythm and whispered and moaned in his ear. Rick didn’t understand anything she said, just that it made him harder.
“I’m gonna come sweet Kara.” His words seemed to jolt her and she pumped him harder and he felt her muscles contracting and she cried out, her head thrown back.
Rick responded with his own hoarse groan as he emptied into her, his prick jerking and jerking. Kara collapsed on his sweaty chest, her lips grazing his neck. He rolled to the side and relaxed, still inside her.

The room was a pearly gray when he woke, lit by a singular nightlight and the faint glow of the clock which read 5:35, his normal waking time. He shifted and bumped against Kara who was curved on her side. A slim leg rested on top of the coverlet. Rick eased out of the bed and went to the hall closet where he found stacks of neatly folded towels. He chose a light yellow one and went in to take a shower.
Dismay darkened his face as he realized she only had citrus body wash. He looked in the cabinet and went back to the linen closet where he found some small bars of Dial, obviously from a hotel. Rick stopped himself, pondering the fact he had just rummaged through her personal items. He almost felt guilty, like had read her diary or something. He turned on the shower, adjusted the spray and stepped in.
The sound of water running in the pipes made Kara sit up in the bed, disoriented. Then she remembered and collapsed backward, a contented smile on her face. She never wanted to move again. Kara bit her lip as she replayed the previous day, beginning to end.
Rick’s lovemaking was intense and passionate. She had never been so hot and ready. It was shocking how she had climaxed with his tongue on her. The night had been full of new experiences. Thinking about it made her want it again. She shook her head as if telling herself no and got up to make coffee.
Rick had thought of nothing but the night before as lathered himself. Passing a hand over his groin, he remembered the teasing, nasty way Kara had looked at him as she went down, like she wanted to show how much she enjoyed it. He felt himself stiffening and quickly washed off. Drying his hair, he wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped into the hallway.
Kara heard the water stop and waited, glancing toward the bathroom every few moments. She jumped regardless when the door opened and Rick stepped out, water droplets still glistening on his furry chest. She grinned as he sauntered down the hallway. Meeting him at the edge of the kitchen, she peeked up which was enough invitation to kiss her.
“Is that coffee I smell? So early?”
“Of course, can’t get going without a java jolt.”
“Is that so?” He questioned, stroking her back down to the curve of her hip. Kara rubbed against him.
“Well, anything strictly intellectual.”
He thought she looked beguiling with her hair hanging around her shoulders a complete mess, her long legs sticking out of a faded T-shirt, the logo of a local radio station stenciled across one breast. The makeup she had worn earlier had been rubbed away, leaving unblemished skin and a smattering of freckles across her nose.
The towel rode low on his hips. The narrow band of hair disappearing below the edge drew Kara’s eye. She ran a finger its length, tracing the contours of his muscular stomach. Splaying her hand, she wove her fingers in the taunt curls and tugged gently. A hand cupped a buttock, fingers plucked at a nipple, their lips found each other.
Kara came up on her toes and pressed full length against him. He stroked curly, untamed hair away from her neck as he bit and sucked along her collarbone. They swayed across the floor, lost in each other, bumping into the counter. Rick pulled her shirt over her head, capturing her hands and exposing her breasts.
He circled her left nipple with his tongue, blew and then sucked on it as it began to pucker. Kara gasped and struggled but he held firm. She writhed against him, moaning as he fastened on her other nipple, flicking it with his tongue. He released her arms and flung the shirt away. Grabbing her around the waist he set her on the counter and easily recaptured her wrists, pinning them with one hand against the cabinets.
Kara circled his hips with her legs, riding the towel until it fell. She felt him on her thigh and she wiggled, trying to get closer to him. Rick teased her though, stroking the inside of her thigh to her love button. He kissed her almost viciously and she met him undaunted.
Feeling her moisture, he whispered, “Do you like that baby?”
Kara trembled at his words, “Yes, oh yes,” her voice husky.
He stroked her and plunged his tongue into her mouth using the same rhythm as his hand. She pulled away, gasping for air as an orgasm rocked her. Rick, keeping a finger on her, released her hands, placed himself against her hot wetness and drove deep inside her. A guttural sound came from Kara and he pulled her to the very edge of the counter.
She suddenly gripped him by the face and dominated him with a kiss then placed her forehead against his.
“Look at me.” Rick raised his eyes and there he saw the wantonness in her. He assaulted her breasts, leaving one eye cocked upwards. He felt his testicles tightening and her breath came in shallow rhythms.
“Look at me when you come.” Her words sent him over the edge and balancing on his toes he bucked three times. They closed their eyes in shared ecstasy.
He rested against her as she rested against him, their arms draped over each other. Kara’s head was tucked under his chin and she stroked his back. Rick took a deep breath and backed away, slowly breaking their connection. He retrieved the towel and pressed it between them, kissing Kara while doing so.
“So much for your shower,” she quipped.
“All the better to take one with you my sweet.” He teased. She hopped off the counter, sashayed down the hallway and grabbed two towels from the closet.
“I’ll be just a minute.”
“Take your time,” Rick called. He searched the cabinets, found a mug, poured some coffee and wondered what he was getting into.
Kara used the bathroom and stripped her shirt off. Glancing in the mirror she saw the state of her hair and shook her head in amazement. She didn’t know how she was going to make it through the day. Exhaustion showed in the faint circles under her eyes. It was the best kind of weariness though.
She’d never experienced anything like this. Kara wondered what Dan would think. Smiling, she figured he’d say it was about time.
Rick’s knock startled her. She opened the door and turned to start the shower. They jumped in together. Rick slap-dashed his way through and got back out saying he’s had his time.
Kara was grateful for the hot water that splashed over her. She washed her hair and took time to soap between each toe. It was silly but it made her feel good.
Rick wandered into the bedroom after retrieving his coffee. Clothing was strewn over the floor and on the bed. He was putting his socks on when he noticed the picture. It was a 5X7, set on its side. It was definitely Kara, but a different Kara.
Her hair was shorter and hung in a limp ponytail. Her eyes were red-rimmed, swollen and soulless. In her arms was a tiny, tiny baby and a look of devastated, painful love on her face.
Rick looked up and spied another photograph on the chest. He walked over. She was holding the baby in her hands, looking down at it. He could see tears glistening on the cheek toward the camera. Where was the father? Did he take the pictures? Or did she endure this tragedy alone? He heard the water stop and replaced the frame. How did she survive this?
Rick was dressed when she came out in a fluffy orange towel. He had a strange look on his face.
“What’s wrong?”
He broke out of his daydreaming, “Nothing, just hoping to give you a lift to work.”
“Actually, I need a ride to my car. Then I’m going to stop and buy a shitload of gift bags because there’s no way I’m wrapping all those gifts. I’ll probably take a few to the hospital and drop the rest at the house.”
“Ah, Ms. Organized.” She dressed as she spoke, choosing a flattering light green short-sleeved shirt made like a jacket and a matching skirt. Hose was not an option as she slid her feet into open-toed sandals that made her two inches taller.
“What time is it?”
“A little after 7:00.”
“Am I keeping you?” She glanced up while buckling her ankle strap. Rick drug his gaze from her legs.
“No, not at all.” They were ready to walk out when Kara stopped.
“I forgot my makeup.”
“You don’t need it.”
“I have to cover my freckles up.”
Rick kissed her nose, “Your freckles are adorable. Let’s go.” Not giving time for an argument, he guided her out in front of him. When they arrived at the garage, he followed her in.
“That’ll be $107.42, Ms. Rogers.” Before she could open her checkbook, Rick produced a credit card. Kara stared at him.
“Put it on this.” Kara zipped her purse and smiled at the mechanic.
“Yes, sir.” Rick thought at first she was being gracious until he realized the clicking sound was coming from her teeth grinding together. Rick signed the receipt and the mechanic handed the keys to Kara.
“Have a nice day.”
“You too.” She was cream and sugar.
Kara rounded on him when the door closed and they were out of earshot.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Her brown eyes gouged him like twin wooden stakes.
“I’m just helping you out.” He replied.
“What makes you think I want or need your help?”
“Because I’m getting ready to hire your boss, I don’t have room in my staff to hire you and that means you are about to be unemployed.” They stood toe to toe. Even with two inch heels she still had to look up to him but it didn’t seem to intimidate her in the least.
“I can take care of myself.”
“That’s obvious. I sort of like you in case you didn’t notice.”
Kara digested that. Wondering again what she was doing. She had been getting along fine and now this man had snuck in and insinuated himself in her life. It went against everything she believed in to accept money from him. Maybe it was just his arrogant way. Then again, few people had been generous with her. It was a new concept.
Rick ran a hand through his thick hair. He felt like he was coming off like a pimp or worse, geez, like he was paying her for last night. The thought had hopefully not crossed her mind.
“I’d like to pay you back when I get another job.” He studied her upturned face and pecked her on the nose.
“Take your time.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
It was not lost on him that she had waited until they were alone to unload on him. No one had heard their conversation, and they didn’t look out of the ordinary. He admired that.
“I’m off to the Piggly-Wiggly for gift bags.” Kara opened the car door and he held it.
“I don’t have your number, Ms. Rogers.” She hesitated for a moment then opened her purse and searched for a pen. She wrote a number on the back of a receipt and handed to him. Rick bent into the car and gave her a lingering kiss.
“I’ll call you.”
“Then I guess I’ll talk to you later. Have a good day.”
“The best.” They held each other’s eyes, both reluctant to go. He shut her door and watched as she drove away. Rocking back on his heels, he wished he had found the right moment to tell her he was married.

CHAPTER FOUR

Kara floated into St. Marks with two large bags covered with storks and balloons. The elevator dinged and people poured out. She squeezed in between some doctors and other visitors and asked for the 4th floor. Her bags caught on someone’s leg as she brushed past them and she excused herself. An intern held the door then watched her practically skip down the hallway.
Checking at the guard desk, she received a pass and marched through the electronic doors, turned left and looked for 424. Kara peeked in the door, knocking softly. Maggie turned and waved.
“Kara!”
“Hey, mama, how goes it?”
“I’m a little sore.” Maggie shifted in the bed, her hand trailing on the see-through bassinet. Kara saw a shock of dark hair and blue blankets. Drawn, she moved to peer around the bundling. He looked like Dan, that she could see, but his coloring was his mother’s.
“Would you like to hold him?” Kara almost jumped out of her shoes. Laughing at herself, she answered by picking Christopher up and turning him, his feet pushing into her ribs. His little mouth yawned and his eyes opened. Transferring him into the crook of her arm, Kara cradled his tiny head against her shoulder.
“Hey there big guy.” Kara was surprised to hear her voice wavering. Christopher’s eyes slid closed again and he smiled a new, gassy smile. Unbidden, tears pricked her eyes. She’d promised herself she wasn’t going to cry yet here she was getting ready to blubber.
“He’s beautiful.” The words barely made it out in a whisper.
“The flowers are wonderful.”
Kara brushed her eyes and looked around. A large bouquet sat in the windowsill. It dwarfed two others sitting beside.
“Wow.”
“Dan was mad when we first got it because it made his look shabby,” Maggie laughed, “then he saw who it was from. I guess you’re forgiven.”
Kara stroked Christopher’s dark hair and smiled.
“So, what’s up with the ‘Kara and Rick’ thing?”
“He was there when Dan called so he ordered for both of us.”
“Uh-uh.”
Kara glanced over her shoulder at the remark. Maggie’s eyebrows had disappeared under her dark bangs and Kara felt herself blushing.
“Oh, something happened.”
“Shush.”
“Tell me, tell me, tell me.” Maggie gushed.
“We went out to dinner and he helped me shop. There’s your booty.”
Maggie picked up one of the bags and the women spent an hour gushing over the gifts and every movement of Christopher.
“He’s a bruiser. My finger is smashed flat.” Kara teased her.
“He’s a healthy boy.”
“I’m so happy for you.”
Maggie took her hand and squeezed it.
“Thank you for all of these things.”
“Oh there’s more.”
“More,” Maggie was incredulous, “my God you bought half of Baby Gap.”
“Rick wouldn’t let me say no.”
“So what gives with you and Mr. Ingram anyway? I can tell something happened.”
Kara shrugged and tried to look innocent.
“We had a good time.”
“You slept with him didn’t you.”
Kara tried to decide whether to lie or not.
“Yeah, I did. And it was so good.” She smiled at Maggie.
“You did? Oh my gosh and he is a hunk!” Maggie squealed.
“You can say that again.”
“He’s a hunk.” Both women laughed and Kara stood to leave.
“I really have to go to the office. I’ll be dropping off more things tomorrow.”
“More things? Christopher has enough to last the first year.”
“Then he’ll have enough for the second year.” Kara laughed. As she rode the elevator down, she couldn’t help but think how good she felt.
She walked into the office and listened to the messages as she straightened the files up. The last two were from Rick and she gazed into space as his voice came over the speaker.
“Hi. Guess you’re not in yet. I was calling to ask you to dinner tonight. Call me at 555-4141 when you get in.” She listened to it three times before she let the last message play.
“Hi. I’m missing you and hope you didn’t get lost in Piggly-Wiggly. I’d really like to have dinner tonight. Call me.”
Kara picked the phone up and dialed. It was answered on the first ring and she waited while they patched her call through.
“Kara?”
“Hey handsome. Heard you missed me.”
“I was beginning to wonder.” He laughed.
“I spent some extra time with Maggie. She loved our gifts and thought we did too much.”
“I’m glad. So, are you free for dinner?”
“I’d love to.”
Rick could hear the smile in her voice.
“Should I pick you up at seven?”
“That would be great.”
“Where to this time?”
“I don’t get out much so surprise me.”
Rick laughed, “In that case, wear something nice.”
“I can hardly wait. Seven seems like a long time.”
“I know but there’s no way I can get away any quicker or I would. I’d much rather have dinner with you than prepare for depositions. I’ll see you at seven.”
“See you then.” They said goodbye and hung up, both with grins on their faces.
The day did indeed drag and Kara’s computer was still being contrary. Dan called in and thanked her for the gifts. She cleared his calendar which took most of the afternoon but by four o’clock nothing else needed to be done.
Kara closed the office and went home. She greeted her felines and went to take a long bath. Sinking into the water, she sighed. It was so nice to be noticed again. Nice couldn’t describe it. It was so much more than that and it wasn’t in the construction-worker-whistling sort of way either. This was real.
Kara dried off, slathered herself with lotion and laid down in the bed. She only meant to rest for a moment.
She awoke to the sound of the doorbell.
“Oh no. Hold on!” She threw her damp towel around her and raced to the front door. Rick was leaned against the doorway, his tie loose.
“Well, well.”
“I fell asleep. I’ll be ready in just a few minutes.” Kara darted away from the door as Rick laughed.
Kara threw on some clothes from the closet, a nice black number with a zipper running up the back. She sprayed body mist and went to the hall closet and tossed out a pair of shoes. The shoes announced her arrival in the living room. Rick sat rubbing Stormy under the chin. Both looked content to stay where they were.
“You look like you’ve settled in for the evening.”
“Not quite, although Stormy is making a point about relaxing.” He walked over and kissed her.
“You look beautiful, good enough to eat but first some real food.”
“You flatter me.”
Rick chose a small Greek restaurant with lighted candles at the tables.
“I hope you like Greek.”
“Well, I’ve never tried it. I don’t get out much.”
Rick looked over a basket of bread at her.
“You said you lived in Georgia. Is that where you grew up?”
“I grew up all over. I’m an Air Force brat.”
“Your parents live in Georgia?”
“They live in Arizona. I have sister that lives in Cleveland but we’re not close. We all chose our own corner of the world. Do you have any brothers or sisters?”
“I have one of each. My brother is an engineer and my sister is a nurse.” Their conversation was interrupted by their waitress bringing their dinner.
“This is delicious,” Kara said.
“I’m glad you like it.”
They ate in relative silence and passed on dessert.
“Are you ready?” Rick asked.
“Yes, I’m done.”
They rode in Rick’s Mercedes with the top down. Kara kept looking at him, wondering if he would come in when he took her home.
“I thought you’d like to see my place.”
“I’d love to.” Well, she thought, maybe I’ll go in with him. He parked in front of a large condominium and opened the car door for her. He steered her toward the door with a hand on the small of her back. It burned through her dress. He slid the key into the door and pushed it open. Cream wall-to-wall plush carpeting accented the mahogany furniture. A large Native American print dominated the wall over a gas fireplace.
“It’s beautiful,” Kara said, “I love that painting.” She walked toward the fireplace. Rick stripped off his business coat and threw it across the top of an overstuffed chair.
“I picked that up in New Mexico. I loved the colors.” He admired the slim muscles in her legs as she tiptoed to get a better look at it.
“The warriors always look so fierce.” She turned to find him advancing, eyeing her like a panther who stalks his prey. They stared at each other for a moment before Rick broke the reverie.
“Would you like a glass of wine?”
“Yes, but just half a glass for me.”
He brushed his lips across her temple, sending a pleasant tingle down her body.
“Come see the rest of the house.”
Kara went into each room, overwhelmed by the richness of the things she saw. She could not help but think of a few nasty things she’d like to do on the king size bed. Rick called to her from the kitchen and she bumped into him in the hallway.
“I’m just coming to get you. Did you see the upstairs?”
“No, I didn’t get the opportunity.”
“You can see it later. I’m looking forward to propping my feet up with you.” Kara regarded him quizzically. Rick tossed his shoes off and propped them up on the coffee table and patted the spot beside him.
“Come on, those shoes can’t be comfortable.” Kara slid them off and slid back into the crook of his arm.

Rick woke with a kink in his neck and his arm asleep. Kara was pressed into his side as they lay sleeping on the couch. They had spent the entire evening talking and had drifted to sleep. Rick shifted to move his arm from under him and endured the blood flowing back into it as he brushed Kara’s errant curls away from her face. He was falling for her.
Before he would have stopped himself and moved onto another conquest but she was different, not just sexy and intelligent, but level-headed and big-hearted. She was unspoiled and she charmed him. For the first time in six months he thought of his impending divorce. Getting rid of Margot had already taken a year, it looked like it would take much longer to be rid of her.
Kara shifted and brought him back to her. He sat forward and let her slide full length onto the couch. Her skirt rode high on her thigh and Rick stroked her leg to her hip. He kissed her behind the ear, right below the lobe and he felt her pulse there. He nuzzled further down her neck to the hollow of her throat and there he placed another feather-soft kiss. As he kissed her chin he looked up and saw her eyes blink.
Rick gathered her into his arms and picked her up.
“What are you doing?” Kara murmured.
“Taking you to my bed,” he answered. Rick thought he saw her smile before she buried her head into his throat. He laid her down and stretched out beside of her.

Kara spread her hands on his chest and began to unbutton his shirt. His blue eyes met her brown ones and they gazed as they piece by piece undressed the other until she lay in a pair of brief silk panties and he in flannel boxer shorts. They reached out to each other only with their mouths, their tongues stroking, hot breath mingling. Heat from their bodies rose and mixed as desire built. She kissed his chin as he kissed her temples, they nuzzled noses and teased with their tongues.
Kara ran her hand through his chest hair, finding his erect nipples and slid down to capture first one, then the other, in her mouth. Rick’s breathing deepened and they kissed again, harder and stronger, until they pulled away, panting. He ran his tongue down her neck, into the hollow of her throat, between her breasts, then out of the valley toward a heaving nipple. He circled around and felt every tiny bump on her areola before fastening onto the nipple. Kara’s back came off the bed and she moaned, her legs rubbing together.
Rick took the opportunity and slid onto the other breast then back to her eager mouth. Every kiss became more urgent and drowned them in need. Kara traced a line from his collarbone to his hipbones with her finger and around his waistband, already bulging and distorted from his erection. He murmured to her as she slid down his body, first burying her face into the sable hair on his chest and flicking her tongue along his abdomen.
A fine sheen of sweat broke out on Rick’s body everywhere she touched. Kara kissed the sensitive hollows of his hips and he bucked and moaned, sitting up on his elbows. She pulled back and looked at him.
“Lay down,” she commanded, running her nail under his shorts. Rick lowered himself but squirmed as Kara licked at the top of his underwear, catching a drop of pre-cum on her tongue. He felt her fingers searching for the opening and then they were pulling and massaging his balls. When she pulled one through and into her mouth he raised onto his elbows again causing her to stop.
“I said, lay down.” She smiled at him and he flopped back. Kara pulled the legs of his boxer’s up and ran her tongue along the creases of his legs, then made her way back to his mouth. Rick moaned as his hand slid between her legs. He felt her smile against his mouth as he teased her clit, rubbing silk against her satin skin. Her panties were wet against his stroking fingers, her breath coming in short pants.
Rick slid down her body breathed hot air onto her muff. He heard her gasp for breath as he peeled the silk away from her body. Her juices flowed as he lapped at her fire hole and sucked her clit. He felt her begin to move and he rolled onto his back as she knelt by his side and tugged his boxers off.
Kara straddled his shoulders and bent to feast on his swollen dick as he moaned and parted her lips and tasted her juices. She ran her tongue down the huge ridge to his balls and then swallowed as much as she could of his pulsing cock.
Rick bucked into her mouth and slid first one, then two fingers into her, stroking the slippery satin. A small cry escaped when she again fought for breath and trembled with pleasure. Rick kissed the insides of her legs and then pulled himself up behind her.
Drawing her back, he kissed up her spine and lifted her hair to kiss the nape of her neck. He gritted his teeth against his own pleasure. Kara rubbed his cock against her slippery heat. She raised onto her knees, looked over her shoulder at Rick and lowered herself onto him.
Breath hissed through Rick’s teeth as she long stroked him, her tight pussy sliding slowly up and down his cock. The pleasure was intense and he longed to fuck her hard and come deep inside her but he was mesmerized by his dick disappearing into her cunt. He fondled the cheeks of her ass and heard her moan, her snatch tightening on him. She was going to come again. Rick pulled her back on him faster and rubbed her clit, then he was behind her slamming his cock into her.
Kara came first, balling the bed sheets in her fists, moaning and half screaming and then he came. She felt his cock swell, he growled and the red-hot semen squirted into her. His cock jerked and Rick slammed into her again. Sated, sweating and exhausted they collapsed. He kissed her back and cupped her breast. She looked over her shoulder and then turned into his arms.
Their mouths sought the other, their tongues speaking words they couldn’t find. He kissed her eyelids and she snuggled into his throat, her breath fanning in the hollow of his collarbone.
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