A Beautiful Struggle (15 page)

He slipped his fingers under the elastic
waistband, over my mound and between my folds, to the slick wetness of my
arousal. I gasped as I felt his fingers enter me, rocking my hips to the motion
of his hand as it moved in and out of me. He continued to circle his tongue
around my nipple as he circled his finger around my already swollen clit. I
thought I was going to explode then and there and started to moan my pending
orgasm.

“Not yet,” he whispered to me re-covering
my breasts before getting up off the couch to scoop me up again and carry me to
the bedroom.

I watched his handsome face as he carried
me to the bed; I had never before been made to feel this light and girly
before. It was incredible for my size to be carried like I weighed nothing, and
a complete turn on.

“You’re amazing,” I breathed as he set me
down, like precious cargo, on the bed.

“Reserve your judgement for when we’re
finished. I haven’t done this for a while.”

He didn’t give me time to wonder how long
it had been before he leaned down to kiss me deeply yet again, his tongue
probing my mouth and dancing with mine. I caught his bottom lip in my teeth and
gently sucked as he pulled away.

“Do you know how hard it was not to react
to you in that dress tonight?” he said to me as he undid my belt and tossed it
aside. “I wanted so much just to slide my hands up those impossibly long legs
of yours and have my way with you in front of everyone.” He gripped the top of
my dress and slid it down to expose my breasts fully. I lifted my hips a little
to aid him, as he slipped my dress down the length of my body and dropped it on
the floor.

He stood and removed his own shirt and
jeans, revealing the well-toned body that I knew was under there. Every bit of
him was hard, and I mean every bit. My mouth watered just looking at him. I
moved to sit, desperately wanting to run my hands down his chest and over his
rippling stomach and down to his…

“Lay back down,” he instructed. Obligingly,
I did as he said. He slid his hands along my legs to hook his fingers into my
panties and slide them off in one dramatic pull. He flicked them over his
shoulder and grinned devilishly at me.

Kneeling on the floor, he grabbed my legs,
dragging them either side of him so his face could fit comfortably between
them. I let out my breath, slowly anticipating his mouth on me.

“Tell me you want me Katrina,” he breathed.

I didn’t even hesitate, “I want you Elliot.
I want you desperately,” I gasped out.

He let out a moan of his own as he buried
his face between my legs, hungrily lapping at my juices and lightly flicking
his tongue over my clit causing me to twitch my hips in response.

“Oh god, I can’t take much more of this!” I
called grabbing his head and holding him to me. He sucked at my clit and
swirled his tongue, teasing my entrance with his fingers.

I called out his name, gripping his head
tightly between my thighs as I exploded, bucking against him as he drove his
fingers inside me, curling them forward to rub that sensitive spot inside. I
could feel another orgasm mounting and called to the heavens this time as I
exploded once more. He wiped at his mouth and then climbed back on top of me,
kissing me deeply so I could taste myself in his mouth.

He reached over to a bedside drawer and
pulled out a condom sitting back as he applied it over his long thick shaft
while I watched unabashedly. He crept over me and held his weight, his arms
either side of me as he nudged his tip at my entrance, locking my eyes with
his, studying me. I lifted my hips to nudge him closer, and he drove himself
inside me with one movement. We gasped together at the erotic intensity of
being connected so deeply as he moved himself in and out of me in time with my
own hips rocking.

Each time he drove into me, I moaned from
the pleasure of it, “Do you think I can get you to come again?” he panted in my
ear.

“Keep going like this and you will,” I
gasped out in return.

 His steady rhythm was pushing and pulling
at my insides, building my pleasure to the verge of exploding once more. I
clenched reflexively.

“Oh god, I don’t think I can hold on if you
keep doing that.”

“Oh! Just hold on, hold on!” I cried out as
I clenched tighter and my orgasm burst through me for a third time.

He breathed out slowly as he shuddered, I
could feel him pulsing inside of me as we collapsed together, gasping for
breath, our limbs all tangled up with each other.

“See - I was right,” I remarked, trailing
my fingers up his back. “You are amazing.”

He lifted his head and smiled brightly at
me, “No, you are.” He kissed me again slowly this time, beginning to move
inside me once more. I could feel his erection harden inside of me, and I
gasped as he slowly ground his hips into mine.

I wrapped my legs around his middle and
pulled him tightly inside me. He lifted me off the bed so that I was sitting on
him, rocking with him as I looked into his eyes and could see his passion for
me, his wanting of me. This time I didn’t climax, but it was beautiful, sweet
and slow.

He got up and removed his condom, wrapping
it in a tissue and dropping it in the bin in the adjoining bathroom. I couldn’t
keep my eyes off his body and watched him shamelessly as he moved back towards
the bed. Putting his arm around my waist, he dragged me towards him, wrapping
himself around me, nuzzling my neck.

“Sleep, beautiful,” he muttered against my
skin. I wriggled to get comfortable, feeling safe in this cocoon that his body
had created around me as I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

I was pulled from my sleep by the sound of
my phone ringing, the caller ID revealing it to be my mother. “Shit,” I said to
myself, realising I forgot to call her last night to tell her I wasn’t going
home.

I cleared the sleepiness from my throat and
answered quietly, trying not to disturb Elliot, still sleeping, beside me. “Are
you out training already?” my mother asked immediately.

I felt relieved that she hadn’t realised I
didn’t come home and was about to go along, when I realised I’d have to go home
in my dress and heels later. Elliot stirred, opening one eye, sleepily watching
me. I smoothed my hand all the way down his still naked body as I got up from
the bed.

“Uh hi mum, no I’m not training.” I picked
up the dress I had been wearing last night and quickly tugged it on, signalling
to Elliot that I was going to go into the lounge room to talk to my mother.

“Well where are you? It’s six o’clock in
the morning, and your car’s not here.” She gasped as she realised what was
going on, “You didn’t even come home last night did you?”

“No, mum, I’m um… with Elliot,” I admitted
as I sat down on the brown leather L shaped couch and tucked my feet under my
body.

Suddenly, her whole demeanour changed, and
I could hear the smile in her voice, “Oh my goodness! Was it wonderful? Kathy
showed me his photo yesterday, and he is so attractive,” she gushed.

“Mum!”

“What?”

“I’m not going to tell you that stuff,” I
spoke quietly into the phone, not wanting Elliot to overhear.

“Sorry, it’s just a bit exciting isn’t it?”

“I suppose so.”

“I’ll talk to you when you get home then,
you are coming home aren’t you?”

“I’m not sure yet. I'll call you later to
let you know though.”

“Alright, just make sure you tell me this
time ok? I got a bit of a shock this morning when I woke up, and you weren’t
here.”

“I’m sorry for worrying you mum.”

“That’s ok sweetheart, have a good time.”

We disconnected, and I smiled at my phone
thinking about my mum and her love of romance.

I got up and walked into the small kitchen
to grab a glass of water. Feeling surprised at how tidy it was considering
Elliot lived on his own. There wasn’t even a cup in the sink.

Elliot’s hands snaked around my waist as I
stood facing the sink drinking my water; he kissed my neck and asked,
“Everything ok?”

Setting down my glass, I turned towards
him, kissing him back softly. He'd put a pair of cotton pyjama pants on and
left his glorious chest bare. I ran my hand over the firmness of his pecs,
“Mmmm, yeah, everything’s fine. I just forgot to tell my parents that I
wouldn’t be home last night, so my mum was worried.”

“What about your dad?”

“He’s probably still asleep at this time.”
Elliot reached up to my face and smoothed my hair back behind my ears, gently
caressing my skin with his thumbs. I closed my eyes, loving the feel of him,
loving that I was finally alone with him, not having to worry if anyone could
see us.

He reached down and opened the cupboard
under the sink and took a new chux dishcloth out of the packet. I watched him
curiously as he wet it and rubbed some hand soap into it from the dispenser he
had on the window.

He then came back over to me and ever so
gently started to wipe it over my face, my eyes went wide as I realised what I
must look like having slept in my makeup from last night. “Oh god, I must look
a fright!” I exclaimed, trying to take the cloth from him.

He moved it out of my reach, “No you look
beautiful,” he said kissing me quickly on the mouth, “You just don’t need to
wear this stuff.” Every so gently, he continued to clean off my makeup.
Obligingly, I closed my eyes as he ran the cloth over my skin.

“Keep them closed,” his voice was just
above a whisper. I could hear him rinse the cloth to wash the soap out of it
before he used it to wipe over my eyes again. “Open,” I lifted my lids,
blinking rapidly until they felt normal. I watched his face as he studied mine,
and gently wiped the mascara from under my eyes. There was something incredibly
sensual about what he was doing to me. I was finding it hard to breathe from
the surge of emotion I was feeling.

I knew at this moment that the slow part of
our relationship was over; I was willing to let go of the fear from my past and
move forward with this man who was so strong, yet so gentle at the same time.

“There,” he said when he was done.
“Perfect.” He brushed his knuckles along my cheek, and I caught his hand with
mine, pressing a kiss to his palm.

He pulled me to him and kissed me, our
tongues moving together as we moaned into each other’s mouth pressing our
bodies into each other.

His hands roamed down my back, and towards
my buttocks where he grabbed me and hoisted me up onto the kitchen bench.
Smiling into our kiss, he slid my dress up above my still naked hips. I parted
my legs further as he released his erection, circling himself at my entrance
and moaning because I was already tremendously wet.

When he started to push inside me, I
thought fleetingly of a condom, although in that moment, I didn’t care, I
wanted to feel him inside me, just him and nothing else between us.

I gasped as his silken shaft slid deep
inside of me, thrusting back and forth, igniting my body with a fire that felt
ready to consume my senses. All there was, was him and me and I didn’t think I
could ever be around him without touching him again.

I wrapped my legs around him tightly,
pulling him into me as he climaxed first, pulsing his juices deep inside of me.
He continued to move until he was sure that I had climaxed too. It was obvious
when I did because my legs gripped his waist like a vice, and I lifted myself
off the bench top calling out his name.

He set me back down and left us connected,
looking at me suddenly stricken, “I…I’m sorry. That's the first time I have ever
done that… I don’t know what came over me. I should have checked it was ok
first,” he babbled.

I was surprised by his reaction, “You’ve
never had sex without a condom?”

“Never,” he answered seriously.

“Well I guess that means you’ve got the all
clear then? Health wise, I mean,” I asked carefully, not really wanting to ask
the difficult question but knowing how important it was for both of us to be
STD free.

“Yes, I’m clear – what about you?” 

“I, uh, got tested in the hospital – just
to be sure, so yeah, I’m all clear. And um…I get Depo injections every six
months; so I can’t get pregnant,” I assured him feeling awkward but glad the
air was clear.

 “Oh good,” he breathed out his relief,
kissing me again. “I don’t know what it is about you; I just keep doing things
that aren’t normal for me.” He withdrew from me, and I felt the warm gush of
his semen run out of me. He looked at it and then looked at me like he didn’t
know what to do
, this really was the first time he had had sex without a
condom
.

I told him to rinse the cloth again to
clean us up. Waiting, while he insisted on doing it for both of us. When he
finished, he lifted me back up from the bench top and set me on the floor
before he dropped the chux into the garbage bin.

“Breakfast?” he asked me.

I nodded my agreement, and he pulled out a
chair for me to sit on at the small wooden table that sat in the corner of the
kitchen and only seated two. I moved over to it and sat down watching him move
around the kitchen preparing toast and eggs with orange juice and coffee.