A Desperate Longing

by Brenda Williamson

  She dropped her arms to her sides on the bed as Gulliver kissed his way back up from her twitching insides.

  “Was that good for you?”

  Kacy puffed heavily. Sounds of gratification bubbled up from her throat in low squeaks.

  “Easy, honey. That’s just the start.” He slid up over her and hung like a desirable cloud.

  His stiff cock rubbed into place with the undulation of his hips.

  “It won’t hurt.” He unclenched her fingers from the sheets and spread out her palms face up so their fingers clasped together.

  “Oh Gulliver,” she panted. “Please, don’t make me wait any longer.”

  Blood surged through her veins, leaving her trembling. The only thing preventing her from shaking apart was the weight of him pressing into her, forcing her into the mattress.

  He lifted and pushed. Soon the amazing length of his cock fit inside her. She welcomed the heaviness of his body while little tremors erupted inside her belly.

  “See,” he groaned, “just like riding a bike.”

  She whined when he rose up. Yet each time, he quickly came down again. His fevered mouth found hers and she hummed with delight.

  Perspiration dampened their skin and her nerves tingled from the friction of Gulliver’s moves. Happiness radiated with a warm fuzzy feeling all the way through her.

  Kacy pressed kisses to Gulliver’s sweaty throat. The lingering scent of his cologne was invigorating.

  The turbulence of his ardor engulfed them, swarmed them with a sound buzzing in her head like a million bees. The vibration in her thighs couldn’t compare to the quake erupting from Gulliver’s core.

  “Sweet Jesus,” he grunted. “Hold still.”

  She couldn’t. The orgasm had started and she had to ride it to the end. His volcanic eruption filled her with a gush of warm fluid and he shuddered on top of her.

  He burrowed his face to her neck with another long groan as his climax crashed to an end.

  “You smell good.” He nuzzled deeper, behind her ear.

  “You feel good.” She hugged him tight.

  “I know this isn’t the time to bring up…hmmm, how do I say this…? I should have thought to protect you.”

  “I thought of it.”

  He lifted up and looked at where she put his hand along her side. A square-like bandage, hardly noticeable was stuck flat to her skin.

  “I put it on when you were coming over for the steak dinner.” She lowered her lashes with embarrassment. “I think it works quickly.”

  He didn’t say anything.

  She gasped when he attacked her mouth with a long, deep kiss. Immersed in the satisfaction that Gulliver had truly made love to her, she hungrily kissed him back until he shifted off her. He never stopped massaging the glistening moisture of perspiration on her skin and she liked the way he aroused her body.

  “Woman, you could exhaust a man.” He pulled her face to his. “And it will be purely pleasurable to find out just how much.”

  Thank you seemed inappropriate. Everything that popped into her languid brain had silliness written all over it. She snuggled up against him and closed her eyes, hoping he’d allow her a short nap.

  “Though I should have taken more time.”

  “I didn’t need more time. I’ve wanted this from the moment you looked up at the skylight with me, remember?”

  His soft, sexy laugh stirred the embers in her heart.

  “Honey, I know it’s been a long while for you and I could have taken more time to let you enjoy it.”

  She laughed. She couldn’t understand how she could have ever thought of him as a rapist. He had no qualities remotely threatening. She slid her hand over his soft maleness, arousing him with a steady swirl of her finger over the velvet tip.

  “If you think that, then I could let you try to do better.” She kissed his chest and worked her way up to his jaw. “That is, if you’re up to it.”

  His groan came with no words, only a kiss that left her breathless. He rolled her to her back and moved over her.

  “You’re going to be sore.” He licked her cheek. “Very sore by tomorrow.”

  “Are you bragging about your stamina, Mr. Knight?”

  “I’m giving you a chance to back out now, if you think you need to.”

  She moved her hands down his sides and circled to his firm buttocks. The smooth hardness fascinated her as she raked over his skin a little roughly, dragging her nails.

  “Don’t hold back from me, Gulliver. Don’t be afraid to make love to me the way you want, because I want everything you have to offer.” The emotions crept into her voice. “I need you.”

  Before she said more, his mouth crashed upon hers.

  His loving lasted well into the night. Each time she dozed off, he kissed her awake.

  “Again?” She sighed, quietly satisfied he had proved himself all man.

  “Yeah,” he whispered down the length of her. “And again until I get it right.”

  “Didn’t I tell you it was perfect the first time?”

  Kacy grabbed the sheets as he spread her legs. A ripple of nervous excitement splashed at her thigh, over her hip, as he sank into her. His tender thrusts slipped in and out until he hit the depths that made her shudder.

  “You’re beautiful Kacy, so beautiful I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured against the side of her head.

  “That doesn’t sound bad,” she hummed and held him until the tension in his body relaxed and the spasms they both had diminished.

  “It can never be bad.”

  Gulliver rolled over and pulled her with him. His kisses splashed over her face and then he tucked her head under his chin. Kacy went willingly to sleep because she was tired, but more than that, she couldn’t wait until he woke her in such a wonderful way again.

  But her sly attacker was stronger than Gulliver that night. In a fit of thrashing panic, she fought him off and he fell from the bed to the floor. The carpeting wasn’t soft enough to cushion his landing, and she heard the thump. She looked over the side of the mattress and stared in horror at Gulliver lying dead with a knife in his chest. Blood soaked the sheets. It soaked her. The terror rose from the pit of her stomach and came out a wailing scream.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The slap to Kacy’s cheek woke her from the vision. Her heavy eyelids lifted and before she fully focused, she saw Gulliver through her lashes.

  “Kacy, you were having a nightmare.” Gulliver shook her. “Honey, look at me.”

  “It was so real.” She unclenched her fingers from the sheets. “I woke… In the nightmare I woke and he was after me. You were dead and—”

  “It was just a nightmare.” He hugged her. “A bad dream, honey. Nothing more.”

  Kacy pushed out of his embrace and flopped back on the bed. She threw an arm over her face. The most wonderful night she’d ever had and her demon came to destroy it.

  “It’s getting late.” She wiped the tears from her face and looked over at the clock. “Don’t be late for work again because I’m in another downward spiral this morning.”

  “Do you think it was because you were with me?”

  “No. Why would you say that?” She sat up. “Last night was amazing. It was all right for you, wasn’t it?”

  “Absolutely, and you know why?”

  She shook her head.

  “Because I still have a beautiful woman in my bed.” His gaze lowered to her bared breasts. “And she does things to me every time I look at her.”

  His slow perusal made her blush and the cool stir of air in the room made her naked flesh prickle with gooseflesh.

  “Gulliver.” She tugged the sheet up.

  “You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” He slid a finger down her breastbone and caught the cloth.

  Kacy slapped his hand and scooted off the bed. “You have to go to work and I have to go shopping.”

  “Shopping? I’m spurned by a woman seeking the thrill of spending money instead of
lying naked in my arms. I must be losing my edge. My youth has faded. My looks are withering.”

  Kacy laughed. It felt good to have playful moments with him.

  “Mr. Knight, you are extremely handsome, very energetic, and you’re going to be late if you don’t get out of that bed.” She snatched up her things from the floor. “Go on.”

  She gave him several minutes in the bathroom. Just the amount of time needed to get in a shower. Then she stealthily followed his path. Dropping her clothes on a chair, she slipped into the small room.

  The water was hot, judging by the steam filling the confined area. Still, Kacy saw him clearly through the transparent glass door. He soaped his body and lather foamed his hard contours. He turned to rise and torrents of water flowed down his back and splashed off the top curve of his ass.

  She’d never seen a man so delicious. Stepping further into the room, she stood only a couple of feet from Gulliver and he hadn’t noticed.

  “Do you need any help?” She watched the bar of soap fall to the floor as her voice startled him.

  “I won’t refuse it.” He popped open the glass door.

  Kacy stepped into the spray of water and waited for him to close them in the cubicle.

  “Though I’m pretty well scrubbed-up,” he added. “How about I wash you?”

  He reached for a bottle and Kacy saw next to it another container with the word “dye” on it. She grabbed it from the shelf and backed against the tile corner of the stall.

  “What’s this?”

  “Vanity in a bottle.” He grinned.

  “It’s hair-coloring and you said the man…oh, God, you can’t be…”

  “Kacy, you don’t think…but you do.” He opened the shower and stepped out.

  She cowered in the corner, not sure she believed what the dye suggested to her, either. She couldn’t have fallen in love with the very man she feared.

  “Here.” Gulliver handed her a small box the bottle came from. “Hides the gray, that’s all.”

  She read all the way down to the fine print. It wasn’t really a dye, but one of those wash-in colorings.

  “Besides, if you hadn’t noticed, the hair on the rest of my body is fairly dark, except where a little gray is creeping in. No one dyes their whole body.”

  She hadn’t thought of that in her panic attack.

  “Are we all right?” he took the box and the bottle from her hand.

  “Yes.” She threw her arms around his neck, thankful he had a reasonable explanation for her.

  For several minutes, they stood under the spray of warm water, hugging. Their wet bodies molded and they moved until their mouths came together.

  Kacy’s small upset passed and she fingered Gulliver’s hair. “I think gray at the temples is sexy.”

  “Yeah?” He picked up the bottle on the shelf and tossed it over the stall door. “Then I won’t be using that anymore.”

  “Gulliver, that could have opened and spilled on the floor.”

  “I don’t care.” He kissed her deeply.

  “Hey, what about that scrubbing you offered me?”

  Picking up the shampoo, he poured a little in his palm.

  “It’ll be easier if I get down here.” She knelt and watched his cock jump to attention.

  “Uh huh…that’s a good position.” He rubbed his hands together and massaged the shampoo into her hair.

  Holding his hips, Kacy had the perfect opportunity to tease Gulliver.

  “That feels good.” She breathed heavily, making the air she expelled brush the top of his growing erection. “Maybe if I tip my head forward, like this, you can reach the back easier.”

  “Yup, that is…”

  She flicked her tongue against the top of his shaft.

  “What was that?” She laughed when he make a funny noise with his throat.

  “Rinse.” He held her head as she tipped it back.

  With her eyes closed, the water splashed her face and down her hair. Then the water stopped pelting her cheeks and she looked up. Gulliver bent over her and kissed her. She pushed him up and leaned toward his hard cock.

  Propping his shoulders against the shower wall, his hips pushed forward. Kacy wrapped her fingers around his shaft and licked the plump head.

  She swirled her tongue along the rim of the cap and pushed her lips over. He moaned softly as she took him into her mouth. She sucked and licked and caressed. Cupping his heavy scrotum, she kneaded the firm skin.

  Gulliver involuntarily thrust and hit the back of her throat. He mumbled an apology, but she showed him everything was all right by swallowing him deeper.

  A harried grunt preceded his withdrawal. He reached under her arms and dragged her up the length of him. His orgasm spurt a stream of warm fluid down the front of her thigh as he hugged her firmly. She wished she could have tasted him, but knew there would be other times to savor his release.

  “You can take a shower with me anytime you want.” He squeezed her tighter.

  * * *

  With Gulliver off to work, Kacy left the nightmare behind. She waved goodbye from inside her front door where he left her, then she changed her clothes and set off shopping. She wasn’t going to let anything crush her uplifted spirits. Gulliver had shown her the ultimate in carnal passion. Her tired exhilaration was wonderful. She felt on top of the world.

  The video game store was crowded. Instead of looking for the game herself, she squeezed through the melee of teenagers to go toward the clerk in the back. Then, when she saw the title sitting on a rack, she stopped. Alongside it sat the same game with the number two beneath the title. She debated what her sister would say of she bought Andy both games. What boy wanted clothes anyway?

  She looked for the clerk again to check out and saw he had returned to the cash register. His back was to her for a second and then he turned. She lost her balance and backed into the rack, knocking it over. Everyone looked, including the blond-haired clerk.

  Her attacker.

  Kacy ran from the store.

  “Hey lady, you haven’t paid for those!” he shouted.

  She bumped into people as she bolted from the devil. Her mind reeled with alternatives—the options she should, could and maybe ought to take. The man chased her, leaving her little room to think.

  “Hold it right there.” A security officer grabbed her before she could get out of the mall.

  The big, dark blue-uniformed man had a firm grasp of her wrist. The two video games fell on the floor. She watched them slap the slate tile in slow motion. The red covers reminded her of how the blood looked splattering the floor when her abductor cut her.

  “Let go of me,” she screamed. “Let go!” She tried to wrench her wrist free from the long, meaty fingers. “That clerk in the video store attacked me!”

  Kacy pointed at the man standing in the opening of the store. It was more than two hundred feet away, and she took his hard look as a warning.

  The security guard looked as well, and when another guard joined him, she explained everything.

  “I’ll call the police,” the new guard said, picking up the video games.

  “I need to make a phone call.” She tried to put her hand in her pocket for Gulliver’s phone number.

  “That can be done at the police station.” He led her outside.

  She wanted to ask him again to let go of her wrist except in a way, his grasp provided her with an odd sense of security. Her attacker couldn’t get her and do all the sadistic things he had done before. Once they listened to her story, they would put him in jail.

  The patrol car arrived within a few minutes. The efficient officers put her in the backseat and called for backup to take the store clerk. Her mind worked over the events during the ride to the station. Suddenly, she realized she had no proof he was the same man. It would be her word against his. It would infuriate her stalker.

  Because the police saw her as a shoplifting criminal, they put Kacy into a holding cell until they straightened out whether
the store would press charges. They stuck the man in another area and thankfully she couldn’t see him since a cement block wall separated her from the corridor.

  “I want to make a phone call,” she half-demanded and half-begged the guarding officer.

  It surprised her when a man in plain clothes came in and led her from the cubicle.

  “Miss Carwell, I’m Detective Shaw. I’ll be handling your case, but I need some details from you.” The man was short, with a normal build and hair a little too long and shaggy to look professional.

  “I want to make a phone call.”

  “You’re not under arrest and I don’t think you’ll need a lawyer,” he informed her.

  She followed along the path he indicated into a room filled with desks and people working.

  “I still want to make a call.” She sat in the chair where he instructed with a wave of his hand.

  “Very well.” He pushed the phone toward her. She took out the orange slip of paper and dialed the number quickly. It rang twice.

  “Yeah, Knight here.”

  “Gulliver?” her voice cracked.

  “Kacy, what’s wrong?”

  “Gulliver I’m…” She slowly rose from the chair and stared at the doors opening into the room in which she stood.

  Gulliver’s gaze met hers across the sea of desks and people. He flipped the cell phone shut and he weaved around everyone to get to her. The surroundings were wrong for her, but they seemed right for him. His black windblown hair was charmingly stylish. The loose tendrils that sometimes hid the scar he had, fluttered back so it was very visible.

  She couldn’t wait for him to reach her. The detective’s chair made a sharp scraping noise on the floor as he rose behind her. In one forward motion, she was in Gulliver’s strong arms.

  “What are you doing here?” His whisper held a faltering surprise. “Are you all right?”

  “I found him.” She pressed her face against his neck to inhale the essence of him and the scent of his soap. “I’ve found him, Gulliver, and they want to arrest me.”

  Detective Shaw walked up to him. “Gully?”

  “She’s my case,” Gulliver responded quietly.