Dazedly, he lifted a hand, but she swatted it away. “No touching,” she whispered. Picking up the soap, she rolled it slowly between her wet hands until they were covered with lather. “Stand up and turn around.”
He did as she asked, watching in the mirror as she ran her hands over his shoulders and back. She had small hands, long-fingered but strong and sure. They dug into his muscles with just the right amount of pressure, the lighter tan of her skin contrasting sharply with his deeper bronze. Her movements were slow and deliberate, leaving not a single inch free of lather. By the time she finished, his teeth were clenched against the agony of sensation.
“Now face me.”
God help him, he wasn’t going to last through similar ministrations to parts of his anatomy that were already on the verge of eruption. Even as she picked the soap up again, he throbbed and a drop of seminal fluid appeared on the head of his penis.
“Katie-“
“Ssh.” Her smile was full of the same heat that coursed through his body, her eyes glowing with suppressed excitement. “I know.”
He tried closing his eyes and thinking of something else as her hands moved over his chest, but when her thumbs teased his flat nipples into hard pebbles, a gasp was torn from his throat. He had to watch. This torture was too exquisite to miss a single second.
She reached his abdomen, tracing the tight lines of muscle with near reverence. At the same time, she avoided his straining cock. This was killing him. He craved her hands on him like a starving man craves food. And yet, he dreaded what would happen if he got his wish. Tension held him in an iron grip that made his body shake with its need for release. Involuntarily his hips jerked forward, but she ignored the movement.
When her hands parted at his erection and moved down his legs, he nearly begged. No one had ever reduced him to this state before. His gaze fell to her breasts, to the nipples so tightly peaked, and he knew that if he ran his fingers between her legs she would be soaked with her own desire. He wanted to bury his face in her pussy, to drink from her until her cries filled his ears.
Abruptly, her gaze caught his and clung. Before he could brace himself, her hands closed around his cock. His teeth ground together as he fought for control.
“Katie, please.”
“Don’t fight it, Angus.”
“I dinna want it tae be over like this.”
“It won’t be over. This is only the beginning. Do it for me. I want to watch you come.”
Teeth clenched, he nodded, then stared downward in fascinated agony as her palm slid the length of his penis. Her skin felt scorching hot on his as she paused to caress the head, tease the opening with a finger. Cradling his testicles with her left hand, she fisted her right one around the sensitive rim, increased the pressure, and stroked him all the way to the base.
Body trembling with barely suppressed desire, his hips rocked—pulling his cock back through her palm—then slammed forward again.
But Kate knew what he needed. Her grip tightened even more, and her hand moved faster, pumping his length enthusiastically as he watched and delighted in her touch. His erection swelled, jerking and throbbing as the head of his cock deepened to dusky red. As much as he wanted to prolong the wonderful, sweet pain she was inflicting, he couldn’t hold back anymore.
The lather on her hands combined with his natural lubrication to drive him crazy as her firm stroking sent him tumbling over the edge. With a muffled shout, his hands gripped her jaw line and pulled her mouth to his. His tongue plunged desperately inside as his body erupted, spilling his seed in a hot stream against her body. Fire blazed behind his eyelids as she coaxed the last drop from him.
Legs trembling, he released her mouth. “Sweet heavens. I dinna think I can move,” he rasped. “You’ve ruined me, Katie.”
“No, I haven’t.” She gave him a last loving stroke. “Sit down and rinse the soap off, then you can relax a bit and watch me bathe.”
Grateful he no longer had to support his own weight, he eased down in the steaming water and leaned his head against the rim. He’d watched Kate bathe at home, was endlessly fascinated by everything she did, but he had a suspicion this was going to be different. He was right.
She pulled the soiled gown over her head, tossing it with a wet thud to the tile floor. Moving her feet, she placed them on either side of his hips, giving him an unimpeded view of her body.
And then she began to wash. It was like nothing he’d ever seen before. In her hands, the bath sponge became a living thing, raining rivulets of moisture down her silky skin until he thought he would die of thirst. Streams of soap flowed down her neck to drip from dusky nipples. Nipples her hands then stimulated into tight, erect pillars, combining the action with gently swaying hips that reminded him of a sensual dance. She was totally uninhibited and amazingly, he felt his erection stir alive as she ran the sponge between her legs, circled it over her clit as her glance caressed his body. When she was all soaped down, both of their eyes were glazed with desire.
All slippery and glowing, she sank into the water, her lips meeting his for a long slow mating of tongues before she rinsed, then stepped out of the tub. “Come with me.”
Unable to speak a word, he rose and took her hand. She didn’t pause for a towel, and he didn’t ask. At that point, he would have followed her into a raging volcano without batting an eye. She was everything he’d ever dreamed about, longed for without quite realizing what it was that had been missing from his life.
He thought they were going to the bed, but she went by it without slowing. When they reached the window, she stopped.
“Turn with your back to the window.”
His own reflection sprang to life around him as he faced her, and he watched, enthralled, as she lifted his hand and rapidly knotted a rope around his wrist. Before he gathered his muddled thoughts, she’d captured his other hand and fastened it securely.
A tingle of uneasiness ran though him as he tested the bounds. There was no give in them at all. He stood there, spread-eagle, buck naked and soaking wet, and knew he’d never felt so helpless in his life. Strangely enough, the effect it was having on him was distinctly erotic.
The ropes ran across his palms, and he gripped them tightly, watching as Kate crossed the room to her suitcase, the water glistening on her skin delineating each ripple of tight, trim flesh. He licked his lips. “Katie, what are ye doin’?”
“Living my fantasies.” She turned with the vibrator clutched in her hand. “You did say you wanted me to show you.”
“Aye.” He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly gone dry as a sponge in the desert as his imagination worked overtime.
She walked toward him sensuously, the white plastic sliding back and forth in her palm. “Are you nervous, Angus?”
Once again he tried to swallow. “Aye.”
“Why? Don’t you trust me?”
“Aye, I trust ye. ‘Tis only anticipation.” His accent became thicker with every word.
“I’m going to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt in your life.” The vibrator came to life in her hands, its low buzz filling the room.
“Ye’ve already done that.”
“Not like this time.” The white plastic tip touched his neck and began a slow trip down his chest. “Tell me what you’re feeling, Angus.”
She was using his own techniques against him, he realized. He licked his lips and tried to concentrate. “Odd. It feels—”
The vibrator passed over his nipple and he gasped. “Good. God, it feels good. I can feel it all the way down into my stomach.”
With a smile, she did it again, then moved to the other side and lavished the same attention on that nipple. His breath was coming in short pants and he gripped the ropes desperately as she moved the plastic down his stomach.
“And this?” She ran the vibrator over his erection, smoothing the whole length of his cock, circled him, until he was quivering with the touch.
“Katie, if ye dinna stop…”
> Instantly the vibrator was gone and he didn’t know whether to weep or rejoice that he’d been given a reprieve.
“Now it’s your turn to watch.” With her lips following the same path the vibrator had taken, she slowly sank to her knees and faced the mirror, one arm around his leg, eyes half-lidded as she ran the plastic over her breasts.
He couldn’t rip his gaze away from her reflection. Between her legs he could see the swollen flesh peeking through her folds, but she seemed in no hurry to get there.
“Katie, let me go,” he pleaded. “Let me touch ye. I need tae taste ye, be inside ye.”
It almost seemed she didn’t hear him. “This is what I do at home, Angus. I make myself so hot I can barely breathe, looking at you while I touch myself.” She moved the vibrator to her sensitive clit and circled it slowly, seductively, her back arched, eyes glazed with passion as she watched in the mirror. “And when I can’t stand it anymore, I do this.”
Her arm slid from around his leg and her hand gripped the base of his cock. Stunned, his whole body went tense as she rained slow kisses up the length of his shaft.
“Do you know how often I’ve imaged doing this?” she murmured, her breath on the tight skin of his shaft sending waves of agonizing pleasure to a place deep inside him. “I want you in my mouth, Angus. I want to feel your come hitting the back of my throat when you climax.” Her tongue teased the rim of cock, taking lingering licks that had him coated in sweat, his legs weak from the effort of holding still. “You taste so damn good, Angus. Just like I always knew you would.”
Angus froze as her moist, heated lips covered him, tightened around the head of his cock as she sucked. When he felt her tongue move, curve around him, lap delicately at the small opening on the tip of the head to capture every drop of his seminal essence, Angus McLeod, wordsmith extraordinaire, was damn near reduced to babbling incoherence.
“Katie, oh God, please.”
He’d dreamed of this since he was old enough to know what it was, but no one had ever done it for him before. No one had cared enough about what he might want, what would please him, and he’d never been able to ask. Deep down, he felt that this had to be voluntary, had to be because his partner wanted it as much as he did.
A strangled sound came from deep inside his throat as she took more of him in her mouth, then pulled back slowly, maintaining a steady pressure. The hand she gripped him with slid up to meet her mouth, then back down, creating duel sensations that drove him into a mindless place where only she existed, where her touch was the only reality that mattered. Her tongue alternately teased and caressed his shaft, taking time out to delicately lap at his testicles, until he was crazed, his muscles tightening and relaxing as his hips thrust, begging silently for more.
And she gave him more. While he watched in heated ecstasy, her tongue flicked the tight ridge of super-sensitive flesh that connected the head of his cock with the shaft, causing the head to swell even more. So much so that she had trouble pulling it back into her mouth.
But she managed. With her lips curved protectively over her teeth so she wouldn’t hurt the drum-tight skin, she sucked him inside until he filled the hot wet cavity. He damn near shot off right then, watching half his cock vanish into her mouth, feeling the way she sucked and swallowed as though his essence was the purest nectar.
He could stand it no longer. He had to touch her, feel her lips on him with his fingers before he believed it was really happening. With every ounce of adrenaline- enhanced strength in his body, he tore the brackets loose from the window. The curtains came down with a crash, letting in the city behind him.
For a startled second, Kate stopped, and he was terrified she would release him. But she didn’t. Her eyes drifted shut and her movements resumed as he finally freed the rope.
With a groan, he leaned back against the glass and buried his hands in her hair, holding her in place as his hips moved, forcing his cock deeper. Shudders wracked his body as he withdrew then plunged again, and her sucking increased. She seemed almost as frantic as he felt, and he’d never been so out of control in his life. She was voracious, taking more and more of his rock hard penis, until he was gasping. Only his shoulders touched the cool glass of the window as his body arched, thrusting his cock out like an offering to the gods.
Loosing one hand, he slid it over her indented cheek until he reached her lips, then let his fingers trace the circle her mouth made as it moved up and down his cock. It was real. He wasn’t dreaming.
She became more insistent and his erection swelled, throbbed. Another second and it would be all over with. He tried to withdraw but she wouldn’t let him. Her fingers dug into the back of his leg, urging him forward and onward.
His mind spun wildly, all thought melting into nothing but feelings. The climax hit him like a tidal wave. At the same instant Kate lunged forward, taking every long, thick inch of him into her mouth as she swallowed frantically. His hands fisted in her hair as he bucked and plunged. All senses fled as his ejaculation ripped its way through his cock, and his knees began to buckle. With a last desperate surge, the orgasm eased and he collapsed to the floor, wondering if his heart would ever beat normally again.
It felt like hours before he could move. When he did, his stunned gaze met Kate’s and she licked her lips. “I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I laid eyes on your poster,” she whispered.
Drawing in a ragged breath, he forced his voice to work. “Did it live up tae yer expectations?”
“Oh, yes. I’d say it exceeded them wildly.” She ran a finger down his stomach and caressed his cock so tenderly that Angus nearly groaned.
“So, might it be something you’d want tae try again someday?” His voice was husky with hope and amazement.
“Someday?” She leaned over and rested her head on his stomach, her voice soft. “I’d do it again right now if you wanted me to. I loved seeing what it does to you.”
He hooked an arm around her and pulled her up to sprawl on top of him, his heart singing. When he kissed her, he could taste himself on her lips. “God, woman. Yer goin’ tae be the death of me. Dinna promise what ye can’t deliver. I may have ye on yer knees twice a day.”
“Only twice?”
He groaned and laughed at the same time. “Feel free tae indulge yerself whenever the mood strikes.”
“Even when there are other people around?” she teased.
“Aye, even then.” He returned her grin. “I suspect we had an audience this time.”
“What?” She lifted her head, her gaze falling on the window. “Oh, my God. Anyone in the next building could have watched us, could still be watching!”
“Aye.” He yawned. “And if they got half as much pleasure from it as I did, they’ll be happy men.”
“What if it was a woman watching?”
“Her tae.” His eyes drifted shut.
“Angus, you sound like no one has ever done that to you before.”
“They haven’t. Yer the first, Kate.” He groped with one hand until he found the edge of a curtain and pulled it over them. She was still staring at him in surprise when he drifted to sleep.
* * * * *
He didn’t know if it was the lights or the low buzzing that woke him. Irritated, he felt around until he touched the vibrator, and then shut it off. From the way it sounded, the batteries were almost dead. But if he had his way, Kate would never need it again anyway.
His irritation went up in smoke as he thought about what she’d done, and a smile lifted his lips. She was curled up beside him on the floor, her breathing deep and even, and he propped his head on his hand to see her better.
The curtain had slid away, leaving half of her bare, and he let his gaze drift over her slowly. She was so damn perfect that it took his breath away to think he could have her whenever he wanted. He didn’t doubt for a second that if he woke her now, she’d be ready to make love again.
Experimentally, he leaned over and teased her nipple until it hardened, then
pulled it between his lips to suckle.
With a soft sigh, Kate shifted, her legs opening like the petals of a flower. Angus smiled. Even in sleep she responded to his touch. Would she be wet for him too?
Delicately, he parted her folds and slid a finger inside. What he found nearly tore a yell of happiness from him. Not only was she wet, he could feel the tiny contractions of her muscles.
Unwilling to wake her yet, he stopped when her breathing increased. He wanted her just as she was for a while longer.
There had never been another woman like her, he mused. Not for him, anyway. And there never would be again. He couldn’t imagine bedding anyone else after he’d been with her. It would be like drinking stagnant water after you’d become accustomed to champagne.
Was it possible to fall in love with someone in a week? Not long ago he would have said no. But he knew better now. He loved her, had fallen in love with her days ago. Could he pinpoint the exact time?
His mind wandered over the last week and his smile widened. Yes, he could. It had been the second night she was in his house, the night he’d made love to her the first time. When she’d walked into that room, vibrator clutched in her hand, nervous but determined, he’d been a goner. Her funny little face and her spiky hair hadn’t mattered a damn. To him she was beautiful, and everything he’d found out about her since then had only reinforced his feelings. He would do anything to keep her with him. Anything at all.
Carefully, he moved away from her, stood and turned the covers back. When it was ready, he knelt and lifted her into his arms, taking a moment to simply hold her. She cuddled to him like a sleepy kitten as he carried her to the bed and put her on top of the sheets.
Once she was settled, he flipped off the light, letting his eyes adjust to the dim room before moving back to the bed. He paused at the side, using his teeth to tear open the foil of a condom, then rolled it on.
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