Rapid Pulse: A Limited Edition Spicy Romance Collection
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Riley turned her face to his, seeking his mouth, and their lips touched gently then set fire to a smoldering eagerness within, igniting the tether that joined them. Their tongues collided in a fervent, heated tango and they tumbled from the suspended abyss into the boiling cauldron of volcanic passion they shared. And they were lost, lost within each other: reaching, searching, touching...trying to harness the rolling passion before another explosion cast them into the stars and the night above.
Spent, they laid in one another’s arms, and drifted...
They slept deeply, wrapped in the warm security of each other’s arms and legs. The rise and fall of their breathing was rhythmic, in harmony with the single heartbeat of love they shared so unexpectedly. Their lovemaking opened the door to another plane, a level of consciousness Riley had never experienced.
She tingled with life.
All over her body, every pore was an independent explosion of sensitivity and feeling.
She wanted more; she felt alive. She slipped under his arm to escape his embrace as he slept. Riley padded softly, barefooted, to the bathroom. She closed the door gently, quietly as the tumbler fell into place and latched. She drew a bath which she enhanced with the salts and oils provided by the hotel for guests. She was exhilarated, aloft in love.
On the wings of a snow-white dove, she hummed softly to herself, smiling.
Or perhaps a black dove, she thought delightedly.
Her heart smiled.
Riley toe-tested the water beneath the blanket of aromatic bubbles and as it was perfect she slid, like molten wax down the side of a candle, from the edge into the steaming water. She released an involuntary ahhhh as she settled into the silken water, enveloped in nothing but fragrant pillows of soothing bubbles. She closed her eyes and simply inhaled the perfumed heat surrounding her. Tipping her head back upon the bathtub rim, she felt the water rise and fall around her breasts with each satisfied breath. As she became more aware of the sensations assaulting her tingling, burning flesh, she gave herself over to the indulgence. Somehow, the night had changed her; she felt different.
Riley was a woman.
A total woman.
She slid under the level of the water, and submerged herself fully into the awareness of her womanhood, and held her breath; nothing stirred, nothing fluttered, nothing moved — trapped in time for her to savor. She felt a symphony of fingertips flitter along her right breast to her belly and settle on the rise between her thighs. When she rose for breath, from under the water’s velvet surface, she opened her emerald eyes to see Keenan perched on the edge of the tub with nothing on but a gleaming smile.
Her skin glistened from the bath salts and oils. He reached for her neck to caress her head as she broke the surface. She was slippery and warm — a temptation of sensual delight.
“I am sorry Keenan; did I wake you drawing the bath?”
“No, darling, the chill that filled your absence in bed and stole your heat woke me. That, and I heard you humming.”
“Hardly a melody which would suit your talents, I am sure,” she said as she giggled to herself.
“Would you like a glass of champagne...a strawberry to refresh your palate?”
“Oh, that would be delicious, Keenan, yes please. And chocolate...”
“Not had your fill of ‘chocolate’ yet, my pet?” His laugh was hearty. “I have failed you, darling, Riley. I will do my best to have you begging for an intermezzo after some more ‘chocolate’.”
Keenan stood by the tub, in full black naked glistening brilliance in front of Riley.
He was a man that carried his pride well.
“Don’t be long,” Riley begged as she watched him walk away, every motion of flexed muscle a smooth and suave fluid gesture full of confidence. She dipped again into the bubbled waters of the tub, just to cool herself. The irony was not lost on Riley. Her heat was mounting again, filling her belly with a rumbling incessant need.
When Keenan returned, he pulled the vanity ottoman over by the tub. He spread a towel over the ottoman and placed the strawberries, chocolate and champagne within reach, then unceremoniously stepped into the hot water, his thick black cock dangling temptingly between muscular thighs in front of Riley’s face. She wiggled, sitting up, to make room while he descended, lowering himself into the hot water gently. He slid his feet between, then under her legs, parting her knees as he settled. The hot bath water rushed in to kiss the full lips of the soft hungry mound of her pussy and center of her hotness, shocking her tenderness from the huddled nest between her legs.
Keenan poured more Cristal Champagne, dipped a strawberry in the smoldering chocolate and made as if he was going to hand the delicacy to Riley. He smiled, teasingly withdrawing the strawberry, and with a knowing grin fed the strawberry to her, anyway.
His smile was radiant.
Riley had reached for the berry being offered, but when he clearly changed his mind to feed it to her, she put her hands on his knees and pulled herself closer to him. She leaned into the proffered fruit and her mouth formed a perfect heart-shaped pale pink opening to welcome its chocolate covered juices. Keenan looked down at the stirrings of an awakened erection as it grew and broke the surface of the bath water when Riley’s eager mouth surrounded the succulent berry. She smiled wickedly over the chocolate dipped fruit and tipped a playful eye to the black chocolate serpent peeking through the bubbles below. She hummed a satisfied welcome and swallowed the ripe sweet strawberry in her eager mouth.
The juice from the berry dribbled out of the corner of her mouth.
Keenan pulled her in closer and placed his lips over the trickle of pink extract. She felt his breath before she felt his lips. It was intoxicating, the rush, the explosion of desire. His lips were pink and soft and smooth. It was like being touched by a satin pillow, soft, teasing, gentle.
Oh, but those lips were so talented.
How was Riley ever going to reconcile tonight with the rest of her life?
Was there a ‘rest’ of her life after tonight?
Could there be life after Keenan without him?
Riley couldn’t think that far ahead. She didn’t want to think of a life without Keenan, she had no right to even consider it.
Wasn’t this all about sex? Desire? Passion? Fucking?
Her hunger? His?
Their shared flame of hunger burning relentlessly, eternally?
So hot, even their endless embrace couldn’t extinguish the fire.
But she could try.
His cock peeked through to the surface again and rubbed against her belly as she leaned into his kiss. Her legs over his thighs, she wrapped her arms behind his neck and hiked herself onto his thighs. She rocked for a minute, enjoying the simple intimacy of rocking on this beautiful man’s thighs, his cock growing in length and girth between them both as she rubbed against his mahogany body.
Riley felt the movement of his cock against her clit and thought she would explode if she waited one second longer to slide onto his shaft.
And so, she didn’t deny herself that which she needed the most.
Riley pulled herself up and Keenan’s cock sought out her fire within quite easily. She bent to kiss him and suck on his tongue as she impaled herself on Keenan’s big black beautiful cock one more time.
The heat from the bathwater, felt like a torrid cauldron, bubbling up impossible options that were likely to go on all night. A prospect that Riley viewed as delicious.
The hot water mingled with her private heat as Keenan rammed himself up inside of her. She gasped, her breath caught in a chokehold the steam clasp on her throat. She tried to slow her breathing in an effort to regulate her control, but there was no way she had any control over what he did.
And he was having none of it.
The water in the tub sloshed and splashed.
Riley elbowed her champagne flute on the edge of the tub accidently to the soft bath mat on the floor. It hit with a thud, but more than that, she had little idea.
It felt like an electric bolt to her clit and sent her quivering in involuntary response.
She let out a moan, then a sign, another moan. An involuntary gasp escaped her.
Her full round tits bounced up and down in synch with his thrusts.
She imagined his hands on them rubbing them as hard as they bounced.
The image in her mind’s eye was heady.
God, but the sex was great, but it wasn’t about the sex. It was about the man. The man was a walking inspiration. He was a long length of edible chocolate that never melted in your mouth.
He was a sizzling charred slab of steak. Beefsteak on thick, muscular legs with thighs the size of tires.
He tasted like chocolate pudding, all warm and gooey, sweet and yummy.
Riley wasn’t sure she would ever get enough of him so she had to try tonight. She was sure she would never see him again and she wanted something of him, everything he had to give tonight, to remember on those cold, foggy San Francisco nights.
The motion was smooth, pulsing, penetrating, deeply — fast — hard — rubbing her clit relentlessly. Riley was lost in a world singularly her own. She moved faster, and faster. Held Keenan tighter and harder. Her nails dug into his shoulders. His onyx muscles flexed under her grip which she could feel like the reins on a halter of a wild mustang. He bucked and pounded her with breathing that increase with each thrust.
“Oh, God, Riley...Riley, Riley!” His explosion was all consuming.
Riley could feel his hot repeated shots of jism in her pussy. It was like an iron poker that sent her flying over the top and into his embrace. She grabbed the back of his head and held his face tight against her breasts.
His lips sought out one of her nipples, but she was riding him far too fast and hard for him to suck and bite her areola. He got one nip in before he broke away from her and just buried his nose between her breasts.
“Keenan, Keenan, Keenan...oh, fuck me, baby, fuck me hard. Fuck me like no other. Give it to me, give it all to me...now, yes, yes...now, right there! Oh, my good goddess, yes, yes, yes!”
The spoke in sometimes audible words, but mostly inaudible grunts and groans that rolled like thunder from a great distance rolling in with a volatile perfect storm.
Riley wanted nothing to do but to ride out the waves of convulsions and contractions, the pushing and pulling of the grip of her muscles tight like a glove around his cock.
She thought she could die right this moment and never regret her loss of years. If she could die in this man’s arms, his cock buried so deeply inside of her that she thought she could feel him against her heart, pulsing, shooting ribbons of his life force inside her with a force she could not name, she would die content, happy, fulfilled.
She would never regret this moment.
“Oh, God, Kee—my—darling—I—love—you...now, now, now!”
“Yes, baby. I think I fell in love with you the minute I saw you! Yes, baby, baby...ahhh...”
They, spent and too hot from the water and their passion, stood to dry off and cool off. There would be more of the same to come, long before the night was spent. But, for now...
“How about some cold champagne, Riley? Let’s dry out and go lay down on the bed...recharge.”
“Sounds like a great idea, if I can stand.”
“You can stand now, Riley, but maybe not tomorrow.”
Keenan offered his hand and Riley gladly took it as she stood in the pool of hot water, bath salts and bubbles of love mixed with their passion. They embraced and Kenna stepped out of the tub and handed Riley a heavy white Egyptian terrycloth robe. It engulfed her small frame, making her appear much smaller and more delicate.
Delicate, she was not.
She was voracious with an appetite that belied her slight frame.
Riley grabbed the strawberries and chocolate.
Keenan picked up the Cristal and flutes and they both walked back into the magic of the bedroom. The streetlights cast shadows of movement on the ceiling and walls. The candles flickered with dancing shadows of light and dark.
The room felt alive, afire, with their excitement.
They felt it, embraced it as well as one another.
Their kiss was deeply emotional, penetrating, tongues tight in a twisting dance of seduction.
Keenan pulled away.
“Riley, you’re going to have to let me regain some strength. Let’s have some wine and something to eat.”
“Wonderful, Keenan. I really need to compose myself, too.”
“I haven’t even had a chance to ask about you, your life, your interests...your work. I think I know a little bit about your passions.”
“Yes, I think I know a little bit more about you than you do me, but that doesn’t matter. No now, not yet. That all seems too real. We are suspended in a world of magic. A dimension that I never want to leave. Real life will come soon enough for us both.”
“Of course, you’re right. I want to savor this night like this wonderful Louis Roederer Cristal. It is destined to be one of the greatest champagnes produced by this house and tonight maybe the most memorable night of my life. It seems only fitting.”
“Yes, darling, it does.”
They laid upon the bed and drank champagne to wash down the chocolate strawberries.
“These strawberries are so, so...I don’t know...they’re...”
“Succulent?”
“Yes, precisely...just like I expect you will be.” Riley smiled below her brow in a come-hither way.
“The berries stain your lips to a ruby red. Crimson...cerise and slightly enflamed. You make it hard to turn away from you or to think of anything else.”
“How long are you in town with this production? I wouldn’t want you to be deprived...”
“A week. Will that be enough time, do you think?”
“I’m not really sure. But I’m willing to give it a try, if you are.”
“I am.”
And so it was. The night sped by in a whirlwind of heartbeats, kisses, touches, twisted arms and legs locked in a fiery knot of passion, seemingly unrequited from one moment to the next.
What would it take to extinguish this fire burning within?
How could they ever be satisfied with anyone else?
Would their hunger ignite a passion?
Would it burn so bright the flame devours all oxygen?
And dies from its own heat?
Only their desire could answer that burning question.
THE FOLLOWING MORNING, Riley woke to an empty room. Keenan left a note on his pillow and promising his return by evening. He added his office address in the city in case she got bored and wanted to visit. He welcomed her eagerly into this world.
She was a little surprised at his openness and hoped from her heart that he meant every word.
She took a quick shower and washed her hair. Just blowing it dry would leave her with wildly curly locks, tumbling down her back. It was a look she enjoyed and one she thought Keenan would find alluringly sensuous — unpretentious, spontaneous, wild.
She put on her thong and heels then turned to the phone and ordered more ice for the rest of the Cristal they never got to.
No sense wasting it!
The bellhop was speedy and refused another tip. Riley didn’t even mind that he stole a glance at the curve of her naked breast under the bathrobe. She smiled coyly, a little sheepishly, at him when he noticed she caught him steeling a peek.
“Thank you so much. I appreciate it.”
“Yes, ma’am. My pleasure...really.”
“I know,” she added with a smile. And poured herself a flute of Cristal over a little ice.
The wine was flat, but delicious. Flat or no, it made
the memories rush back to her so she could luxuriate in them, wrap herself in every kiss and touch.
Riley walked to the couch and reclined into a half sit while she thought about Keenan and the night before. The images of the two lovers warmed her while the cold champagne helped douse the flames.
God, he was sexy, such a gorgeous man, and his touch — his tenderness — was unmatched by any other lover she had ever had. She could think of little more than more!
As she lay thinking about the man that occupied her bed and her body the night before she had another glass of champagne and dozed off, there in the languid early morning hours of the sun and the light rain.
California...was there any other place where it rained when the sun was out?
It was a perfect morning to reflect...
Her thoughts were impossible to contain and they drifted to Keenan.
Before long, her wine glass was empty and she put it on the edge of the coffee table as she nestled into a cocoon of comfort, soft music and his baritone wafting around her thoughts.
She relaxed into a reverie of bliss, exploring her thoughts, memories and interjecting dreams of Keenan. And she slipped, slid, floated into his embrace and a dream that carried her into the past few hours and his arms again.
Between the sighs and soft lavender scented folds of grey mist,
your face emerges above me.
You descend upon my closed eyes, kissing each eyelid with the soft lightness of a butterfly.
I see you smile somewhere in the distance but your breath caresses my neck on the soft skin you always love to taste.
Tenderly, fingertips balanced in the air, you trace the rounded form that
is my face along my shoulders to my breasts.
The magnetic heat from your palms announces the arrival of your loving touch
to the welcome eagerness of my nipples.
“Touch me,” I beckon in a whispered sigh.
Suspended in my embrace, my fingers seem to weave a gentle hold in your familiar hair,
still wet from the shower.
Droplets run along the black curls that crown your head and fall upon my cheek.
You kiss them dry as I slowly awake from the gray beyond.