by K. T. Red
I turn my head slightly. His eyes are closed and when they open I swear that they’re shining at me. He strokes my tear stained face. “It’s only fair, don’t you think?” He wraps one leg around mine and I find the full length body contact almost too much intimacy to bear and I shudder. He kisses my cheek and softly strokes my body as it continues to tremble. “You made me yours from the very first second I pushed into you. Nothing I could do about it. And now you’re mine, Sarah. Now you belong to me. Your body belongs to me. You’re mine. All mine. Even if I drop dead tomorrow, I’ll die knowing that I made you mine. For one single day, I owned you, claimed you and took total possession of every part of your wonderful body - and made it mine.”
“I’ve never......” I can’t tell him what he’s done. I was going to end it with him today before either of us got too involved - but now I can’t. He’s opened me up again. I’ve shattered my own promise into a million tiny pieces. And now there’s no going back. For either of us.
He kisses my shoulder. “Shush......shush now, wildcat.” His arms keep me still as my body finally stops shaking. “Terrifying, isn’t it?” Hands stroke me, soft and tender.
“Yes. It is.” I mumble into his flesh as I try to stretch but he keeps me so close that I can barely move.
“I am totally and absolutely fucked to pieces! My heart is pounding. My brain is buzzing. Every single fucking inch of me feels like it’s had a massive electric shock. But I still want more. I want so much more of you. I want you again and again.” He groans, a deep yearning noise. “You’re like a drug, Sarah. You drive me fucking insane. You make me come like fury, like I’m having a heart attack. You’re a sexual high I want to hit over and over and over. I’m completely addicted to you, my crazy little wildcat. I’m totally, utterly and absolutely yours too. You own me too!”
Then all is quiet and calm, like the sea after a storm. He’s drifted into a light slumber and I can only just manage to keep my own eyes open. This was not supposed to happen. This was not how it was meant to be. He was only supposed to be a fuck-friend - not a full-blown lover. Dear God, what a lover he is! He’s awakened something in me that I thought had died a long, long time ago. I feel reborn.
It isn’t romantic love but it’s strong, it’s powerful and it’s all-consuming - passionate to the point of obsession. It’s more than the greatest sex. There’s a spark of something in both of us - and together those sparks are going to be a phenomenon. And after he’s taken possession of me, he’s going to have to leave me and go home - to her! Among all the other insane thoughts whirling around in my head is the recurring wish that this man was free - free to be mine. My God - what we could have together. Oh, Scott. What have I done?
Chapter Fourteen
“You’re doing it again, wildcat. Stop thinking. You’ll give yourself grey hairs and wrinkles.”
“Sorry.” I’m only just back in reality and I wish I wasn’t. He’ll have to go soon and then I’ll have to deal with a deluge of feelings and emotions on my own when he should be here to help me through.
He groan and sighs. “Sarah...I...”
“Hey, it’s okay.” I wriggle until I’ve turned in his arms and I can see the torment in his eyes. “You have to go soon. I know that. It’s okay, Scott. Really.”
He kisses my forehead. “I have to but I don’t want to. I don’t want this wonderful, crazy afternoon to end. But if I don’t go soon, I never will. I‘ll stay here until I get fucked to death by some beautiful, sexy wildcat of a woman.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “That’s you, in case you were in any doubt. But at least I’d die with a big smile on my face!”
I pat his ass. “Come on you. Time to get you all cleaned up and made respectable.” I free myself from his hold and crawl painfully from the bed. Every muscle in my body has been shagged senseless! I’ll be suffering tomorrow and probably very bruised!
With a wince and a groan he takes my hand and lets me lead him into the bathroom. He moans with every step he takes, blaming me of course. “Jesus fucking Christ! I ache everywhere and my cock feels like it’s got third degree burns!”
I switch the shower on and set it to a nice warm - not too hot! - temperature. “Go on, stud. Get in.” I usher him into the shower unit before sneaking in behind him and kissing his back.
“Don’t even think of getting frisky, wildcat!” he warns, groaning as his body relaxes in the warm water. I smile because I know he’s smiling too. I grab a shower sponge and pour some gel on it. “Oh....that’s....nice...” he sighs as I gently massage his shoulders and back. He’s going to ache in the morning and I can’t but be curious as to how he’ll explain it - to her. I suppose he’ll actually be glad of her lack of interest for once, seeing as his cock will probably be a little tender as well!
As he raises his hands to wash his hair, I work my hands around to his chest and press my breasts into his back. He takes a deep breath, a moan catching in his throat as I drop the sponge and use my hands on his tired body. It isn’t my intention to seduce him again. It’s purely an act of bonding, of caring. It’s intimate and personal even though it means that I’m washing him clean of all traces of my presence - from the surface at least. But not from below, where it matters.
He leans forward, propping himself against the shower wall with his hands. I wash his arms, watching as the foam slides down his torso. He draws his breath in as the water hits his cock, still tender and sensitive from it’s considerable exertions. I kiss his back, letting my hands cup his ass as the water washes over him.
He turns around and steps back, pulling me under the water. I gasp and take a deep breath as the spray hits me in the face, making him chuckle. I tip my head back, sighing as the water flows down my body and echoing his wince as it hits my raw sex. I feel bitter-sweet as the gentle heat of the water lifts his smell from me and carries it away in the steam. Returning the compliment, Scott picks up the sponge, tenderly washing my aching bones. I can’t help but smile when he spends considerably more time washing my breasts than any other part of me.
And then he just wraps his arms around me, holding me, standing with me under the water as it washes away the last traces of our afternoon of sin. He pushes my hair off my face before kissing me slowly, so very slowly and with such depth of feeling that my head spins and my legs begin to give way beneath me.
“Oh no you don’t!” He scoops me up and carries me back to the bedroom, almost slipping on the tiled bathroom floor. “Stay with me, wildcat.” He lowers me to the bed and scoops up the towel which lies on the floor from earlier. He dries me quickly but carefully - is this how he dries his children after their baths? - and then covers me with the duvet.
It’s the stuff of many a girl’s fantasies. A hot man, wet from the shower taking me in his arms and then carrying me off to bed. I want to stay with him but I’m going under and there’s nothing I can do about it. I feel him kiss me just before I leave him, my physical and emotional exhaustion overwhelming me. I try to hold on to this and cherish this moment because I know that when I wake he’ll be gone.
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