by Opal Carew
When he’d made love to her that night, it had been spectacular . . . and he hadn’t used his Tantra techniques. Just how good could it get?
“You told me you wanted to”—she licked her lips—“show me something.”
A devilish smile played across his lips and he stepped toward her. She felt the hairs along the back of her neck prickle to attention.
He rested his hands on her shoulders. His touch sent tingles dancing through her. Her lips felt full and ripe, ready for his kiss . . . but instead, he shifted her to the chair and pressed down on her shoulder.
“Sit.”
She sank into the chair and he crouched in front of her. He slid his hand down her arm, leaving a trail of goose bumps, then across her stomach . . . and down.
He flattened his palm below her navel.
“This is your sacral chakra.” He smiled.
She nodded, then quivered as his hand glided along her thigh to the hem of her dress. He drew it upward a little, then pressed her thighs slightly apart. She drew in a deep breath, anticipating his touch, but instead he rested one hand between her thighs, his palm facing her body. Right between her legs.
An incredible heat pulsed through her.
“This is your base chakra. There are actually seven main chakras—or energy centers—in your body. Each affects different aspects of your being. Using these chakras, you can actually have what is called an energy orgasm without any touch at all.”
Heat emanated from his hand and washed through her, heating her insides with sultry ripples of awareness. She drew in a slow, calming breath.
“If done with energy flowing through all the chakras, you can have a whole-body orgasm,” he continued.
“Is that what you want to show me?”
He chuckled. “To do it on your own would require a lot of practice, but I could walk you through it. Do you want me to?”
With the heat continuing through her body, making her intensely aware of his masculine presence in front of her . . . of his hand only inches from her most intimate part . . . oh, yes, she did! Her internal muscles twitched.
But the thought absolutely terrified her.
An energy orgasm. That would totally negate her claim that sex was just a physical thing. No spirituality involved. No sexual energy. No sacred-sex mumbo jumbo.
“Uh . . . no, that’s okay. What were you going to show me then?”
“I wanted to show you how to use these chakras to increase your arousal. I know you don’t believe in the energy side of sex, but I was hoping you would just give it a try.”
She nodded. She had to write this article, so she needed to find out as much as she could. And she didn’t want him to take his hand away just yet.
“Okay, do you feel the heat from my hand?”
She nodded.
“That is energy flowing from me to you. You are absorbing it through your base chakra. Now, think of that energy flowing upward to your sacral chakra.”
She almost jumped as he rested his other hand on her belly again, just below her navel, heating her even more.
“Just think of the energy moving up from your base chakra to your sacral chakra.” He pressed his hand down slightly on her belly. “Right here . . . then back down, forming a circle of flowing energy. New energy is flowing in all the time, joining the flow. A fire is building inside you . . . in your sexual center.”
An incredible heat built within her. And along with it, an incredible yearning.
“Do you feel it?” he asked.
“Oh, yes.” Damn, her voice sounded so deep and needy.
“To have an energy orgasm, we would continue up the chakras, drawing this energy through the entire body one chakra at a time.”
She nodded, enjoying the heart-thumping intensity of the energy flowing through her body. Not energy, really. She knew it was just a state of mind suggested by his words and the positioning of his hands, but the result was . . . spectacular. Her hormones were thrumming and she was incredibly turned on. She could feel liquid heat pooling between her legs.
J.M. drew his hands away and she had to stifle a moan of frustration. She shifted in her chair and felt a little dizzy. He wrapped his hands around her arms to steady her.
“So that’s what you do in Tantric sex?” she asked.
“That’s barely scratching the surface. I didn’t walk you through the breathing. . . .”
His words faded from her attention as the intensity of her desire for him overwhelmed her. She leaned toward him and stopped his flow of words with a kiss. Her arms coiled around his neck and she pulled him against her, her lips moving on his with ardent need.
“Tantra lesson later. Right now . . . what I really want . . .”
Eight
As J.M. stared at her wide, smoldering blue eyes, so full of need, his own sexual energy swelled.
He captured her lips and teased them with his tongue, then plunged inside. Her tongue danced with his as she fumbled with his shirt. As her fingers released his buttons, he rested his hand on her lower back, then glided upward slowly, drawing the sexual energy up through her body. She shoved his shirt from his shoulders and he untangled himself from it, then tossed it aside. They both stood up and pulled her dress over her head and dropped it to the floor. His gaze slid to her sexy red and black lace bra, lingering on her breasts swelling from the top, then he glanced down her slender torso to the tiny matching panties. His cock swelled.
She tugged down his zipper and her delicate hand stroked over his bulge. Wrapping her fingers around his shaft, she drew his cock out and began stroking it. He released the button and let the pants fall to the floor, then he shed his briefs.
She grasped him again and crouched down, then licked the tip of him. Her mouth surrounded his cockhead, enveloping him in warmth. She swirled her tongue around him, triggering hot, wild sensations within him. Her fingers stroked underneath, and she cradled his balls in her warm hand, gently massaging them.
His cell phone rang.
She slipped free. “Do you want to get that?”
The phone rang again.
He chuckled. “Not on your life.”
She dove downward, swallowing him whole, then rocked back and sucked. He barely heard the next couple of rings before it stopped. She bobbed and stroked, making his cock rock hard and quivering to release. But he held it inside, enjoying the sensual pleasure and letting the energy build.
She wrapped her hands around his shaft and squeezed his cockhead in her mouth. Her tongue swirled over the end in spiral caresses, then she sucked. The pleasure grew and grew. He concentrated on allowing the energy to build.
Finally, she released him and gazed at him with amazement in her eyes.
“You really aren’t going to come, are you?”
He chuckled. He drew her into his arms and kissed her, then eased her onto the bed and stretched out beside her. “Not until you’ve come at least three times.” He tucked his finger under her bra cup and stroked her nipple. She wiggled her arms behind her and unfastened the garment, then peeled it away, revealing her naked breasts, nipples puckered and needy.
Kara moaned as his mouth covered her hard nipple. He licked the nub and she thought she might just come right now. His hand covered her other breast and the need in her built to an intolerable level.
“I want you inside me,” she murmured.
“Not yet.”
He sucked and she moaned, then he shifted to her other nipple and licked and sucked until she gasped. Then he kissed down her ribs to her belly, thrusting his tongue into her navel, then continuing down to her undies. He kissed along the lace top, then slowly rolled down the hem. He smiled as he stared at her dark curls, then drew her panties down her legs and off. He kissed up her thighs. She opened them as he moved upward, impatient to feel him . . . there. He paused and stared at her mound again, his hands stroking her inner thigh.
Finally, he leaned forward and his tongue touched her slit. She moaned loudly. His fingers slid alo
ng her moist opening, then he licked her length. She moaned again, then louder still as his tongue pressed against her clit. He dabbed and she flung her head from side to side. As he began to suck, she clung to his head. The heat, already so intense inside her, seemed to explode. She wailed as the orgasm claimed her.
He prowled over her and kissed her. When he tried to draw away, she wrapped her arms around him and dragged him to her, snaring his mouth again, her tongue diving inside. His undulated with hers and she arched her chest against him. His cock, hard and heavy, rested against her belly. She reached for it and stroked, loving the feel of his marble-hard flesh in her hands.
He stroked her breasts, then shifted downward and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, torturing her with intense pleasure as he sucked and licked first one, then the other nipple. She squeezed his cock and stroked up and down. So hard. So thick and long.
He sat up, his knees straddling her, and rested his hands over her stomach, then stroked upward . . . over her breasts . . . along her shoulders . . . past her neck to the crown of her head. He did that several times. Heat washed through her, and her incredible need heightened. Just as she was ready to beg him to impale her, he shifted and pressed his cockhead to her slick opening. He pressed forward, entering her slowly. She held her breath as his cockhead stretched her and then moved deeper as his thick shaft continued to fill her. He pushed forward until he impaled her fully. She gasped, wrapping her legs around him. He drew back slowly, then eased forward again, sending heat boiling within her. Back and forward again. His hard shaft stroked her insides and she melted around him. She clung to his shoulders, whimpering in pleasure as he began to thrust into her. Slow and steady, his long hard cock filling her each time. Her muscles clamped around him and intense pleasure washed through her. He slid back, then thrust forward again.
“Oh, God, I’m . . .”
He thrust deep.
“Yes!” Blissful sensations shimmered along her nerve endings and she gasped, then wailed as a blinding white light exploded within her. He kept thrusting and she cried out at the mind-shattering joy rippling through her.
It went on and on . . . as if she were lingering in heaven.
Slowly, she settled back to earth, still in his divine embrace.
She grinned at him. A silly, super-satisfied grin she couldn’t seem to wipe from her face.
“That was . . . indescribable.”
He chuckled and kissed her. “You think it’s over?”
He stroked her clit and her eyes widened. His cock, still stretching her with its breadth and length, moved within her.
“Oh, God, I can’t still . . .”
He drew back and thrust as he stroked her clit. She sucked in air as an orgasm welled in her again, explosive and earth-shattering. She clung to him as she rode the wave of interminable pleasure, his cock and finger stroking her to ever-growing heights.
She moaned, then sucked in air as the pleasure went on and on.
But his cock remained full and hard. She tightened her arms around his shoulders, wanting to share this with him more than she already was.
“Come . . . with me . . .” she implored.
He kissed her and smiled, then nodded. He groaned and, when she felt him release inside her, her orgasm rocked into a higher gear. She clung to him as they climaxed together.
J.M. kissed Kara’s cheek, loving the feel of her in his arms, the contours of her soft body snuggled tightly against his. They had dozed off together after their lovemaking.
“Would you like to go out somewhere for dinner or have room service here?” He nuzzled her neck. “I prefer the latter, so we can stay just like this. Naked and in bed together.”
“Um . . . I should really get going.”
She pushed back the covers, but he took her in his arms and drew her against his body. His lips captured hers in a persuasive kiss.
“Don’t go yet.” He smiled and kissed her neck again, loving the soft sigh that escaped her lips. “You have to eat sometime.”
“I can . . . uh . . . grab something at the snack bar.”
“Do you want to get away from me so badly?”
She gazed up at him. “No, of course not.”
But he could see it in her eyes. She wanted to flee. Clearly, she had feelings for him, but she seemed determined to deny them. If he didn’t do something about it, she’d probably avoid him for the rest of the conference.
He couldn’t let that happen.
He stroked her long dark hair back from her face and tucked the strands behind her ear. Her skin, so soft under his fingertips, made him want to glide his hands along her shoulders, then over her satiny breasts. Even now, her nipples hardened to beads and pressed into his chest in a most enticing way.
“Kara, this is the second time we’ve wound up in bed together in three days. Don’t you think we should talk about it?”
“Talk?” Her brow furrowed and she shifted under him. “I don’t think that right now . . .”
His cock slipped between her thighs, gliding over her slick opening, and she sighed. His cock swelled harder, wanting to slide into her. The panic in her eyes turned to glazed desire. She wanted him again as much as he wanted her.
Oh, God, he could barely contain himself. Her soft body beneath him. Tempting him. She drew in a deep breath, pressing her hard nipples into his chest. He pivoted his hips forward and she matched his movement.
He pressed his lips to her temple, then nipped her earlobe.
“Okay, so now isn’t the time for talk.” He positioned his cockhead at her opening, then dragged it the length of her slit. “You have a little time, though, don’t you?”
She arched forward. “Yes. A little.” Her husky, needy voice sent his senses sizzling.
He swirled his cockhead around her opening, watching her suck in a deep breath, then he slowly glided inside, burying himself in her hot depths.
He nibbled her neck, feeling her quickened pulse against his lips.
“You are so hot. So sexy.”
He locked gazes with her as he drew back. Her wide sapphire eyes stared into his as he drove deep again. She moaned.
He hovered over her, propped up on his arms. “Oh, before we go too far.”
“Hmm?”
He drew back, just short of the point where his cock would pull free, then stopped. “I do want to have that conversation with you.” He shifted forward a little, embedding his cockhead inside her, but no more. She arched forward, but he shifted to deny her any more of his hard cock . . . then he smiled and glided forward, pressing deep into her. She moaned, and he pulled back again.
“Will you join me for dinner?” he asked.
She tightened her arms around his shoulders, pulling him forward. “Yes. Dinner.”
He grinned, then drove deep into her. He felt her tighten around him, grasping his cock tightly in her warmth. He thrust. Deeper. Faster. She moaned and clung to him.
He watched her face as an orgasm encompassed her. The sheer beauty of her rapture made his heart swell. Ecstatic energy erupted through him, filling him with bliss at the same time that he climaxed inside her.
“So, you said you wanted to talk,” Kara said.
J.M. pushed his drink aside and leaned toward her. “Ever since I first saw you, I’ve sensed something special between us, and I’d really like to explore that.”
She fidgeted with her fork. “I thought we had been . . . exploring.”
“I don’t just mean something sexual.” He took her hand. “Kara, I believe things happen for a reason. I also think we can influence what—and who—comes into our lives. I’ve been wanting someone special—a woman I could truly love—to come into my life. When I saw you . . .” He squeezed her hand. “I think there’s real potential for a long-term relationship between us.”
“A long-term relationship? But we hardly even know each other. And you’re basing this on something like . . . what? That book The Secret, where people make something happen just by think
ing about it?” She stared at him, dumbfounded. “You don’t even know where I live. To decide right now to commit to a long-distance relationship, which is hard at the best of times, doesn’t make any sense.”
“You live in White Haven—I saw it on your luggage tag—and I’m only about fifty miles from there, in Spring Falls. That’s not too far away.”
She shook her head, but before she could utter a word, he jumped in again.
“Right now, I’m just asking that you give us a chance. That while we’re here at the conference, you allow us to continue what we’ve started, then see how we feel at the end of the week.” He took her hand. “I’m not asking you to make a long-term commitment right this second. Just to give us a chance to see where this goes.”
“Look, J.M., it’s true that there’s a strong attraction between us, but . . . you and I are so different. We believe in different things. You believe in Tantra and . . . other stuff like that. I’m not really into the whole”—she waved her hands—“making things happen from . . . I don’t know what you call it . . . a universal force?”
“We don’t have to believe in the same things.”
“But what about Tantra? That’s a big part of your life. How can you become seriously involved with someone who doesn’t believe in that?”
“Well, you still have a lot to learn for that article of yours. I might still win you over to Tantra yet.”
“Don’t bet on it.” She pursed her lips and leaned toward him. “Why are you even asking me this? Why not just play it by ear and see what happens?”
“Because so far in our short relationship, I’ve gotten the impression you’re a runner. You tried flirting with me, but as soon as you found we were together on the same plane, you panicked. Then when we had to land, you were afraid I’d ask you to spend the night with me.”
She shifted in her chair. She didn’t even bother to deny it. Damn, how could this man read her so well?
“As I recall, I asked you,” she said.
“True, but that wasn’t your first reaction. It does show, however, that when you decided to take a chance and go for it, things worked out very well.” He smiled and stroked her hand. “You did enjoy that night, right?”
