by Kara Liane
I think he asked that last part rhetorically. I didn’t know how to respond. My mind was all of the sudden a jumbled mess. He did this to me. One minute I was fine, and the next minute I wasn’t. I was constantly off-balance.
We were too far apart on the couch. He moved in closer to me closing the distance, and practically sitting on top of me. I moved my legs out from under me. Gee golly whiz, I was breathing heavy and probably embarrassing myself. We were staring into each other’s eyes. We both knew in that moment this would be the first time our lips would touch. I knew once I finally had a taste of him, I would never be able to let him go. Once I was surrounded by this heat again, I would be homesick when we would have to part.
I could hear his breathing change too. We did affect each other so completely. It was the final confirmation I needed for my body to green-light this whole thing. He moved his one hand to my cheek, and rubbed his thumb over my lips. I gasped at the shock of his fingers on me. I closed my eyes. I couldn’t watch him move any further into me—it was just too intense, and too intimate. It was too much! I was trembling with need and want. Everything led to this moment. Until finally his lips met mine in a crash.
Oh my God!
My eyes flew open and I threw my arms around his neck. What started out gentle and sweet, quickly turned to hot and erotic. It seemed I came more alive now than ever, and my body parts took over. Both his hands framed my face and he held me there devouring my mouth. We sucked on each other’s lips and tongues, and our teeth even made contact at some points. Our moans and groans and heavy breathing filled the air. It was a mixture of the most intoxicating scents and sounds swirling around us and between us. His taste was the ultimate. How he managed to taste like wine and mint I didn’t know, but I was getting drunk off his lips. I wanted to permanently move into his mouth and put a “no vacancy” sign.
My hips of their own volition began to roll, and I was more than soaked between my legs. I knew I needed some friction in that area. I quickly climbed on top of him and straddled his lap. My skirt hitched up and bunched around my hips automatically. My white, bikini panties were on full display, but I didn’t care. He hadn’t even broken contact with my mouth yet. I gripped his hair and started grinding on his ungodly huge erection. It was a glorious feeling. I think I may have even tugged at his hair a little.
He ripped his lips away from me a second later and was grunting. It was like a beast in a cage with a T-bone steak being waved in his face. I could see his eyes become stormy. He looked down at my lady bits still covered by my panties, and made a painful groan. I felt his penis twitch. Okay, we interrupt this program for a special bulletin. I know it’s strange that I can’t call his hard rod something else, or something more explicit, but yet I could in my dreams. Well in my dreams my mind is a dirty girl. But otherwise, I guess I am truly innocent in every other sense. Okay, and we’re back to our regularly scheduled program.
He seemed to get himself under control a little bit better after shutting his eyes for a few moments, and breathing deeply. When he opened those beauties again, the storm subsided to a calm ocean escape. He looked in my eyes as if silently asking if he could keep going. I nodded as if we were in perfect sync with each other, and speaking the same silent language. He moved in to kiss my neck, and I savored each and every touch. Our hearts were beating wildly, and I could feel their rhythm match when we made contact.
He kissed across my collar bone, and I was lost to this man. I moved my head to the side so he could further suck on my neck. He moved my hair to one shoulder so he had better access. I could feel his hands move to the hem of my sweater and with the lightest touch and pressure, he started inching the sweater up my body. I moaned. I didn’t care anymore what it sounded like, and he moaned right back. Clearly I was doing something right. He peeled the sweater off of me ever so slowly the rest of the way.
“Fuck!” is all he said when he looked at my breasts in the plain, cotton, white bra I wore.
I didn’t need any padding. My boobs were practically spilling out of the cups. They felt so heavy because I was so turned on.
“I have to look at you,” is what he told me next.
He motioned for me to stand up. My skirt was still bunched at my hips, but I didn’t care. In a strained voice he asked me to turn around. I complied immediately then he said something maybe not so surprising, but I wasn’t thinking in that moment.
“Fuck! You really are an angel!”
Chapter 10: Between the Sheets Awaits Heaven and Hell
Alexi
I shot up from the couch and stood behind her. It was a sobering moment when I saw the angel wings tattooed in the middle of her back. They weren’t quite on each shoulder blade; it was a little lower and toward the middle. The wings weren’t huge either, and in the center of the tattoo were the words, “Don’t clip my wings.”
I just stared at the tattoo. It was beautiful and heartbreaking all at once. Fuck, I didn’t know what to think. It was evident she had been hurt in some way. But to what extent, and by who? I didn’t know. She was obviously still a virgin so I deduced she couldn’t have been raped, but clearly something traumatizing had happened.
I was sick to my stomach in that one respect thinking someone would ever hurt or wrong this beautiful woman. I was also so angry and didn’t know what to do with this rage. If she saw my face right now, she’d be terrified. I wanted to hunt whoever it was down, and take them apart with my bare hands. I felt this overwhelming need to protect her and keep her shackled to my bed forever—surrounding her with bubble wrap. She brought out the best and the worst in me in this instant. The dark and the light came to the surface.
I did the only thing I could think of in that moment. I bent my head and kissed each wing, and then paid the same respect to the words. Her skin was so unbelievably soft, it was like the finest silk to my lips and fingers. She shook like a leaf, though, and I knew it was from fear this time. I knew there was some deep, meaningful story here. I knew this was probably the key to her secrets. I figured it was too personal for her to talk about. But how to assure her that I was so unbelievably taken with her? How to assure her she was safe with me? I truly felt in that second that she was made for me—I was ruined for all other women.
I said what I thought was the only appropriate thing to say, “I’m sure you’re not ready to tell me what this means, and I will not ask that of you. Will you tell me one day though when you’re ready?”
I saw her nod her head yes, and out of the corner of my eye I witnessed tears falling steadily to the floor. She was silently sobbing. I couldn’t stand it any longer not to have her in my arms. I gently turned her around and kissed the tracks of her tears. I could taste the saltiness on my lips, and then I kissed each eyelid. She kept her eyes tightly closed. I kissed each cheek, and then I delicately kissed her lips. I sat down on the couch again and tugged her into my lap, and wrapped my arms around her. She practically curled up in a ball, and I tucked her under my chin. I let her cry it all out. After what felt like an eternity, she sniffled and readjusted her position by finally sitting up. She didn’t look at me and just faced forward.
She then spoke in a hoarse voice, “I’m sorry you had to see that. I thought I was beyond it. I haven’t cried like that in months. I’m sorry I ruined tonight.”
She practically choked out the last part. Jesus, this woman had no idea that she could do no wrong. I was just so happy to have her here in my home, and in my arms. I am a bastard because my erection still wouldn’t go down. I just couldn’t help it, it was physically and psychologically impossible to fight the natural impulses overtaking my body. She was still in her fucking angelic underwear for Christ’s sake!
How could I unfuck this situation? This was all new territory for me. Goddamnit, I should have paid more attention to Liz’s marital advice shit so I knew how to deal with things.
Here Caylan was showing raw emotions, and I wasn’t worthy—or deserving—of her. I pulled her back to my chest again, so
desperate for her not to run from me. In the short time I had gotten to know her, I figured out that she craved honesty. I had to tread carefully here.
“Caylan…my sweet angel,” I breathed. I kissed the top of her head and trudged on, “I don’t want you to leave. Don’t apologize for anything. Don’t hide from me.”
I wanted her to look into my eyes, so I put the knuckle of my forefinger under her chin so she’d lift her face to meet mine. I wanted her to see me so she could let my words sink in. Her eyes were filled with sorrow, so I kissed the end of her nose before I continued.
“I am enamored with you because you are genuine, and good, and kind. If you don’t already know, you’re the most fucking gorgeous woman, and I’d love nothing more than to make the sweetest, most passionate love to you. I want to show you how it can be between us. But it’s not going to be tonight. Let me just hold you for now. Believe me, this is heaven and hell. Heaven because I have you, and hell because I can’t stand that you’ve been hurt. We can take things slow. Just please, just give me…give us a chance?” I implored her.
That is the first time I had ever asked a woman for anything that wasn’t sexual. It didn’t escape my attention either that I used the word us. Caylan was changing me bit by bit each day. The long-time bachelor in me was still simmering below the surface, so I was doing what I could to embrace these new feelings. I wanted to be the man for Caylan that she needed and deserved. I wanted to take away her pain, and make her feel safe. I wanted to share my fears, my hopes, and my life.
I knew this was fast for both of us, and it probably scared the shit out of us both on some level. It just felt right, though—that is what I kept coming back to, the fact that it felt right. Of course I was beyond fucking crazed with lust that she was a virgin and that I could potentially be the first to show her what sex—no—making love was all about. What red-blooded man wouldn’t? But she was more than her beauty or her virginal ways—she was everything. It wasn’t about the chase either. This wasn’t some game for me, and fuck anyone who thought otherwise!
She was still looking at me, and I at her. She closed her eyes and whispered, “Okay.”
That was a good enough answer for me. I picked her up softly and cradled her to my chest. She weighed about as much as a feather. God, she felt so fucking good, and I inhaled her sweet vanilla scent at the crown of her head. I carried her into the bedroom.
She didn’t protest much, but then stammered out, “Wwwhere are you taking me?”
I didn’t want her to get the wrong idea because I was going to be a good boy. “To bed. For sleep. I will hold you all night. We’re both exhausted. I want you to stay with me,” I told her.
Hopefully I put her mind at ease. I would have added the word forever on the end, if I wasn’t such a chicken shit. I laid her head down on the bed and her body followed suit.
I looked down at her and thought, yes, this is where you belong. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out an undershirt.
I handed it to her and said kind of sheepishly, “Err…if you want to be more comfortable, feel free to wear this. I would dress you, but I don’t think that’s such a good idea right now. It’s already hard enough with you just even being in my bed.”
She gave the tiniest smile seeming to understand how fucking difficult it was for me not to want to fuck her until I broke my goddamn bed. I turned around to give her a little privacy. I could hear some clothes rustle and I imagined she was shimmying out of her skirt, and quite possibly took off her bra too.
It sounded like she was getting under the covers, and then she spoke softly, “Okay. The coast is clear,” with a slight tease to her tone.
I turned back around, and there on the floor lay the evidence of the clothing she shed. Fuck! Yup, bra and skirt. God fucking damnit to hell! I clenched my fists so tight. I couldn’t even look at her. This lust gnawing at me was the most unstoppable force I had ever felt. It felt like a test of some sort. Surely no man should have to endure this kind of torture. My dick was straining so hard against my jeans. It would be a miracle if I could even come near her and not shoot my load. I needed to get my mind off this.
“I can get your phone for you so you can call your parents and tell them you’re staying the night,” I informed her with deep sincerity.
She broke out in the biggest smile at that suggestion. She was beaming, and it was like looking at the fucking morning rays. God, she took my breath away.
“You are the most thoughtful man. I didn’t even think about it, but you’re right. They’ll be worried sick about me,” she replied with wonderment written all over her face.
I swallowed back this overwhelming sense of fulfillment. The way she was looking at me—no one had ever looked at me like that before. It was like I fucking handed her the world. I rubbed at my chest as if to alleviate an ache at my heart.
“Where’s your phone, baby?” I questioned.
Christ, I didn’t even realize how many pet names I was using lately for her, but Angel was my favorite.
She looked around the room puzzled and mumbled, “Hmm. I don’t remember where I set it down.”
“No worries, I’ll just call it,” I said, as I pulled out my phone from my pocket. As big as my dick still was, I had a boner and phoner at the moment in my pants.
I hit her number since I already had it saved to my home screen, and she yelled out, “Oh my God, don’t call it!”
But it was too late. I could hear ringing through my device, and then I could hear a song blaring in my living room. Was that fucking Mötley Crüe? I looked at Caylan and she threw the blankets over her head. God, she was cute. I pulled back the comforter and raised my eyebrows in question. She squirmed and twiddled her fingers without looking at me.
“Okay, in my defense you weren’t supposed to hear that,” she complained.
I swooped down and just kissed her on the lips, and bounded out of the room in search of her phone. She was just too…too…fucking everything! I found her phone wedged in the couch and came back in, and handed it to her. She took it without a word, and as she keyed in her password of “1, 2, 3, 4,” I laughed to myself. Then I noticed a missed call from “Dr. Hotness.” I wasn’t even going to ask about that one. She was embarrassed enough, but Christ, that was the biggest fucking boost to my ego. Clearly she was thinking about me when we weren’t together, and I found this to be the most fucking endearing thing. It was a true confirmation that we were right for one another.
I heard her tell her parents she was staying the night, but she discreetly told them it was “just a sleepover,” and nothing more. She promised she’d be home in the morning and would study since she didn’t have Friday classes. She said goodnight, and hung up. She then started typing something, and I assumed she was texting. She told me she was doing just that and letting Meg know she was safe and sound.
At one point, a reply came in and Caylan’s brows shot to the ceiling, and her mouth hung open. I inwardly chuckled because I imagined it was something obscene her friend Meg must have messaged. I didn’t know if Meg was Team Alexi yet, though.
I headed over to the other side of the room and started to take my wallet and phone out of my pants and put them on my bedside table. Next, I took off my jeans, careful not to hit my engorged cock. I threw my jeans on the chair in the corner and went to get a nightshirt. Normally I sleep in fucking boxers or just naked, but mother fucking shit I couldn’t do that! If I was practically naked and she was too, then I couldn’t be held responsible for the inevitable results. Nope, better to play it safe.
I got in the bed and laid down. I heard her put her phone on the other bedside table, and I turned out the light. I could hear her breathing raggedly, and I wondered if she was scared or turned on. I reached for her and she went willingly. I sighed deeply as we spooned. She fit me completely and perfectly like she was meant to be there. Once again I was struck by the ever-present contrast of being in heaven and hell between the sheets. Purgatory sure felt so damn good, and so
damn bad.
I kissed the back of her head and when I readjusted my arms I accidentally, okay I’ll admit it wasn’t a complete accident, brushed her plush breasts with my arms. My erection probably stabbed her painfully in the back, and I could hear her sharp gasp. I imagined her nipples tightened. Fuck, this would have to be enough for tonight.
I whispered in her ear, “Sleep my angel. You are safe, and you are cherished. I will watch over you.”
I felt her relax. Her breathing after a good while eventually slowed to a steady rhythm. I could tell she finally drifted off to sleep. I hated to move, but I had something I had to do. I lightly pulled my arms out from under her and grabbed my phone off my nightstand. I immediately flipped through the screens to the section where I could change my ringtone. I exploded right there in the dark into the biggest fucking grin you’ve ever seen. This is the perfect song for her!
I set it to J. Gelis Band. Their famous song about the “angel is the centerfold” was perfect. I laughed to myself as I hit the lock button, and put my phone back down. What? A guy can dream, can’t he? And I did just that that night.
***
Caylan
I stretched my arms high above my head. I also stretched out my legs as I felt so comfortable, relaxed, and warm. Then I opened my eyes and it all came flooding back to me about the night before.
It was light enough in Alexi’s room that I could see, but not super bright. So I had no idea what time it was. Maybe he had thermal-lined curtains or something? I felt around next to me and he was not there. The sheets were cold and there was no indentation, which to me was indicative that the bed had been vacated long ago. My hand ran across something on the pillow that felt like paper. I grabbed it and brought it to my face. I sat up in bed and turned on the light.
At the same time, I grabbed my phone and saw it was 10 a.m. Oh crap! I didn’t realize it was so late. I guess I must have needed the rest. I unfolded the note and there on the thick, elegant paper he had scrawled a message. His penmanship was beautiful. It was not the stereotypical doctor’s writing. So I read it.
