Pure Pleasure

by Ava McKnight

  When the climax eventually ebbed and I relaxed a little, he withdrew from me and took a small step away.

  I straightened and turned to face him, a bit unsteady on my feet from the tremors running through me.

  As I stared up at him, the dark passion swirling in his blue irises and the lusty look he gave me made my stomach and my heart flutter.

  I closed the gap between us, but before I could make my own move, his fingers twined in my hair at the back of my head and he urged me toward him as his mouth crashed down on mine.

  I melted under the heat of his kiss, my body melding to his as our tongues tangled. I couldn’t deny the orgasm he’d delivered had been out of this world, but his kisses were even more astounding. No man had ever kissed me as though he couldn’t get enough of me. As though he couldn’t get close enough to me or satisfy his need for me. Nor had one seemed less cautious about the message he conveyed with the affectionate gesture. There was nothing guarded or censored in his kiss or in the way he looked at me, touched me or held me.

  Ky did not hold back his desires or yearnings. He shared them with me even nonverbally.

  When he finally dragged his mouth from mine, I whispered, “Fuck me.”

  He groaned. His eyelids dipped as he gazed down at me. His breathing was ragged and his chest rose and fell as sharply as mine did. I wondered if his heart pounded just as wildly.

  Reaching for the fly of his Levi’s, I yanked the material apart, the buttons releasing easily from their holes. He extracted two condoms from the front pocket and my teeth clamped down on my lower lip to keep my smile at bay as he tossed them on the credenza.

  “Some Boy Scout,” I teased in a soft voice.

  “Wishful thinking, actually. I wanted you the second I saw you.”

  Yet he still left the progression of our evening up to me. I said, “I’m not going to change my mind at the last minute, believe me. I want you too.”

  He shoved the denim down his muscular thighs. He toed off his boots and shucked the jeans and socks. His black briefs remained, but they didn’t hide his hard-on. His cock strained against the material, impressive in size.

  Excitement rocketed through me. I’d only had two lovers in my twenty-nine years, and neither had been anything to write home about. I’d assumed that was due to their inability to engage in emotional intimacy, but now I knew it was something more than that. My two flat and fizzled affairs had clearly been a result of neutral chemistry. We’d enjoyed each other’s company, but I’d never sparked with a man the way I did with Ky. Particularly within seconds of meeting him.

  The object of my immediate and very intense desire kissed me again, then divested himself of his briefs and said, “Turn around,” as he reached for a condom and tore open the packet.

  Without doubt, sex with Ky would be nothing short of earth-shattering. I could sense it in the energy that continuously arced between us. I could see it the rigidity of his muscles and the blaze in his eyes. I could feel it to the core of my being, because we were not the least bit tentative with each other and it was obvious mutual pleasure was what we both sought. Along with that more elusive innate connection we’d already begun to form.

  I did as he asked, leaning over the polished wood again, bent at the waist. The tip of his cock nudged my opening and I sucked in a breath as anticipation skittered through me. His hands on my ass spread my cheeks and he inched his way into me, slowly but confidently.

  My fingertips pressed into the wood to help steady me as his thick cock filled me. A final thrust deep into my pussy pushed a moan from my mouth.

  “Oh Jesus,” I said on a jagged breath. “Oh God. Ky. That is so…so…” Words failed me as his hands gripped my waist and he pulled almost all the way out of me and then pushed back in. “Incredible,” was the best I could manage, and even that word didn’t do this particular pleasure justice.

  His long, full strokes drove me wild. I arched my back and again lifted my ass a little higher. I watched him over my bare shoulder, his intensity and passion stamped across his chiseled face and flashing in his eyes. He was being much gentler with me than I think his dark desire demanded. I wiggled my ass against his pelvis to encourage him.

  Through clenched teeth, he said, “It’s a bit snug in here, babe. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You’re not,” I assured him, my tone breathless. The feel of him deep in my cunt was the most amazing rush I’d ever experienced. I didn’t want him treating me so delicately. I said, “I love how assertive you are. And that you’re sure of yourself. You don’t hold back when you’re kissing me. Don’t do it now.”

  He gave a slight shake of his head, but then I squeezed his cock with my inner muscles and he groaned as he thrust harder into me.

  “Oh, yes,” I said, deliriously happy. “Like that. Just like that.”

  He didn’t need detailed instructions. This guy had already proved he knew what he was doing. But I understood, given our difference in size, how he worried he’d hurt me. That was the furthest thing from my mind. He couldn’t experience exactly what I felt, and it was anything but pain. In fact, as he let his natural instinct take over and he fucked me harder and faster, coherent thought slipped my mind.

  Strands of my hair teased a nipple as my low ponytail fell over one shoulder. I continued to watch Ky over the other shoulder, loving how the moonlight and the soft glow of the few globes that were lit in the cabin illuminated his eyes, now dark with desire. Lust and something indefinable radiated from the brilliant blue pools, captivating me. His jaw was set and his breath was as scarce as mine as he hammered into me, jolting my body and turning me on even more. I trembled from the intensity of his lovemaking and the powerful sensations building within me again.

  I was about to come when he pulled out of me and wrapped an arm around my waist to help me straighten. I suspected he did it on purpose, to bring me back down before he pushed me over the top again.

  He turned me to face him, clasped my waist and hoisted me up so I sat on the edge of the credenza. He spread my legs wide, hooking his strong forearms under the backs of my knees. Thrusting into me, he created all-new sensations to add to the list of other sizzling emotions running rampant through my body.

  I planted my hands behind me to brace myself as he fucked me. My head fell back on my shoulders and unfamiliar moans of arousal and excitement spilled forth from my parted lips.

  He lifted one of my legs higher, resting the crook of it against his shoulder as he leaned toward me, his hips picking up a quick tempo that had him pistoning into me. He held me close with one hand at the small of my back as the other cupped my breast and squeezed again in that not so delicate way that lit me up brighter than a slot machine with a winning combination.

  He pushed me right to the edge. Then he kissed me, hard and demanding and possessive, and I lost it completely. I tore my mouth from his just as a firestorm roared through my body and I screamed his name, no longer giving a damn if the entire marina heard me.

  His pace slowed, but his intensity remained. He eased my leg from his shoulder and, still inside me, palmed my ass cheeks and lifted me up. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips. He walked us over to the sofa and slowly worked his way down to a cushion, with my help as my knees on either side of him braced us.

  He leaned against the back of the couch with me straddling him and my palms splayed across his hard pectoral muscles. His hands moved to my hips and he guided me to rise slightly off his lap as his own hips bucked and he fucked me with fast, forceful strokes that propelled me right back into sensory overload.

  I felt another orgasm swell within me and I dropped my head to his shoulder. “My God, you are so good. You hit all the right spots and with the just the right pressure. I love how you feel inside me.”

  He kissed the top of my head and said, “You have no idea how much I want to give you.”

  I wasn’t sure what that meant, but in sexual terms, I got the gist.

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bsp; His rapid speed slowed and he pushed my hips down, until he was deep within me and I was riding his cock in a more languid, sensual rhythm. His arms wrapped around me as I slid one hand to his back, pressing my palm to his shoulder blade. My other hand rested on his chest, my head still on his shoulder. He cradled me in a warm and tight embrace as we moved together. Though he’d changed the sex from pleasure-filled fucking to emotionally tender lovemaking, it was still just as thrilling. Just as stimulating. Just as sexy.

  More so, to tell the truth.

  His lips brushed my temple and then he whispered in my ear, “You’re sensational.”

  Peculiar feelings rose within me, equally stirring and arousing. I was cresting another tsunami-type wave that would, I now knew from experience, leave me breathless and tingling all over. But I wanted him to come with me.

  “Is this good for you?” I asked of our position and pace.

  “Oh Christ. You have no idea.” His arms tightened around me. “I thought kissing you was mind-blowing. This is… I don’t know. Heaven?”

  I laughed softly. “Right here on earth.”

  His fingers stroked my spine as the sensations inside me reached a near crescendo.

  “You feel amazing,” he murmured against my hair.

  “Ky,” I whispered, though my mind suddenly went blank. Only one thought pushed through my passion-induced haze. “I’m going to come again.”

  He thrust up into me in his aggressive way and it was all I needed to hit another high note. I let out a long, lusty moan as the wave crashed over me. I clung to him, my face buried in the crook of his neck as my pussy contracted around his cock.

  “Oh, yeah,” he groaned. “Squeeze me tight, sweetheart.”

  I continued to do so and felt his body quiver and then quake as he came. He said my name on a tattered breath as his cock pulsed inside me, keeping my own arousal in high gear.

  We held each other for several minutes, neither one of us moving or speaking. It was a comfortable silence filled with that same electricity we’d generated from the moment we’d met.

  And that’s when the panic crept around the fringes of my delirium…

  Chapter Three

  Could I be falling for a guy I’d only met that very morning? Was it possible?

  Prudent, certainly not. He lived in Texas and was constantly on the go with an off-road racing team. But possible?

  Lifting my head from his shoulder, I found him gazing fixedly at me. His grin was that one-cornered lazy one, and in his eyes I saw a mixture of tenderness and dark passion, those contradictory emotions that continued to stir something inside me, and which gave me the answer I’d been searching for—yes. Yes, I could fall for a guy I’d only known for one eventful day and several hours into one sinful night.

  Mystery solved there, I had to pose another question to myself—was this wise?

  I suspected the smart thing to do was climb off the hunky mechanic, gather up my clothes and return to my hotel room. Alone. If I was already drowning in bliss, wouldn’t I get trapped in the undertow if I stayed any longer?

  Breaking the powerful connection between us was inevitable. It wasn’t as though we were going to see each other again, right? We lived in two completely different worlds and had completely different interests.

  Yes, he did make my pulse race and my heart soar. The things he did to my body were sensual and erotic. And what he did to my soul… Well, that was a problem unto itself, because I felt the very distinct desire for intimacy with this man that went far beyond the physical variety.

  I could see us staying huddled on the couch awhile longer, with him still inside me and his arms still around me, as we talked about anything and everything that popped into our heads.

  And that would just make things worse in the long run.

  So I extracted myself from his warm embrace and stood. I was about to turn away and do exactly as I’d considered—gather my clothes and return to my hotel room—when he took me by the hand and led me deeper into the boat’s enormous cabin, snatching the second condom from the credenza along the way.

  Had he known what I was up to and had therefore acted before I could?

  Naturally, that notion thrilled me. Despite my previous reservations, I couldn’t deny the prickle of excitement over him not wanting me to leave just yet.

  He opened a door and gestured to the room in front of us.

  “Master suite and head,” he said.

  “‘Head’?” I asked.

  “Yeah. Bathroom.” He indicated another door with the sweep of a hand. “At your disposal.”

  I smiled, again despite myself, as he sauntered over to the king-size bed. He dropped the condom on the nightstand and pulled back the plush duvet—in the same jewel-toned hue as the sofas—and the crisp white sheets beneath it.

  “Which side do you prefer?” he asked.

  My stomach flip-flopped, contradicting the apprehension I’d felt previously. “Either is fine.”

  I ducked into the head, which was narrow but certainly not lacking in amenities and twenty-four-carat-gold-accented fixtures.

  I could see why Ky would take advantage of the sleeping quarters when offered the chance. We were surrounded by pure luxury and secluded in our own private haven.

  When I returned to the suite, I felt a natural compulsion to cover myself as best possible with an arm over my chest and one across my stomach. But Ky’s eyes roved my naked body with appreciation flashing in them and his grin widened, chasing away the touch of self-consciousness.

  I wasn’t used to parading around naked in front of a man, but with this one admiring me with a wicked glint in his eyes, I didn’t feel the least bit uncomfortable.

  He used the facilities as I crawled under the covers. After turning off the lights, he joined me, instantly reaching for me and pulling me to him. He kissed me in the searing, passionate way that caused me to forget everything except him—and how he lit my insides and made my pussy ache for everything he had to offer.

  His large hands cupped my breasts and massaged them before toying with the nipples until they were tight and tingly. He dragged his mouth from mine and bent his head to my chest. His tongue swept over a puckered bud, teasing it before he sucked it into his mouth.

  Flames of desire flickered along my clit and that hot and restless feeling swelled within me, the heat and achiness consuming me. I clasped one of his hands and directed it between my legs. He changed up the position on me, entwining our fingers so mine brushed over my pussy lips and clit.

  His mouth was still on my breast, tonguing my nipple, when he released my fingers and worked two of his into my wet pussy as I continued to rub my clit.

  My eyelids fluttered closed as the back of my head hit a plump pillow and a sigh of ecstasy escaped my lips. I lifted my hips as Ky’s fingers stroked me with a fevered pitch that turned my sighs into throaty moans.

  He kissed his way up to my neck, where he nibbled seductively before whispering in my ear, “Come for me.”

  I practically melted into the mattress. The firestorm returned full force and I let the flames devour me.

  Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pressed my body against his, already addicted to the feel of his hard muscles against my softer curves. His skin was hot and his breathing had accelerated right along with mine. His thumb rubbed my clit as his fingers nearly withdrew from me and then plunged back in, pushing deep and eliciting a maelstrom of sensations that whirled deep in my cunt, building strength and velocity.

  His lips swept over mine before engaging me in another mind-blowing kiss. His aggressive touch between my legs made my body bow as I tried to get even closer to him. I lost myself in the pleasure he gave me.

  Breaking our kiss, he simply murmured, “Come.”

  “Ky,” I whispered his name as a sexual euphoria swept over me. I climaxed, not surprisingly, at his command.

  His fingers stayed inside me as I savored every second of my orgasm, and I clutched them tightly, not in any
particular hurry to feel that empty void that would ensue when he withdrew from me. A minute or so passed, and then I released him and he moved away, picking up the condom from the nightstand and ripping the packet open with his teeth. He was sheathed in a heartbeat and rolled me onto my stomach.

  He entered me from behind with a confident thrust that made me bite into one of the many pillows beneath me. I grabbed fistfuls of down as he plunged deep into my pussy and made love to me with quick, assertive strokes.

  “That is so good,” I told him in an edgy voice. “You make me want to scream.”

  “That might bring hotel security onboard,” he said in a strained tone.

  “They’d get one hell of a show.” Another raspy moan fell from my lips. “Oh God, keep doing that. Fuck me hard.”

  He seemed as caught up in the intensity of our copulation as I was. His hips jerked forward and back as his cock hammered into me. He wrapped an arm around my waist to hold me steady. By my shoulder, he flattened a palm against the mattress as his chest pressed to my back.

  I was burning up from the heat of his skin and the scorching sensations he evoked. But it all felt so wonderful, I didn’t want it to ever end. Ky’s stamina was impressive as he fucked me and, had he not made me come practically the second I’d climbed into bed with him, I wouldn’t have lasted long without another orgasm.

  Yet the fiery emotions blazed through me once more with every full thrust, and I knew I’d come again soon.

  The arm around my waist loosened and his hand swept over my stomach and down to the apex of my legs. He massaged my clit as he moved inside me, our bodies in perfect sync with each other as I ground my ass against his pelvis while he pushed deep.

  He dropped tender kisses on my shoulder and neck. From time to time, he whispered sexy, naughty words in my ear.

  When my body began to tremble with the need for another release, I said, “Come with me this time.”

  He groaned, low and sexy. “Squeeze my cock.” I did. “Oh yeah. Just like that.”