At Last (11 page)

Susan arched as he tasted her, as his mouth kissed her and made her writhe on the grass covered ground. She drew her head back and gasped, letting all her
how’s
and
why’s
and
maybe
we shouldn’t’s
fall away. Her hands found the smooth flesh of his shoulders. She dug her fingers into his hair again, loving how thick it was. She was burning alive with how much heat and pleasure his beautiful mouth and his talented tongue were giving her.

She heard someone crying out Kevin’s name, and she realized it was her. “Please,” she begged, feeling herself lose all control over her body. “I want you in me. I need you in me!”

As he looked up into Susan’s eyes, his own eyes heavy and dark with want, his mouth bruised and shiny with her juices, a force surged through her, stronger, deeper than mere lust. It made her entire body burn.

Kevin climbed back, sneaking his fingers up into her, making her tremble and gasp, and she lost herself as she pushed up against his hand, losing her mind. Just when she was sure she could take no more, Kevin entered her, slick and hard, rocking slowly in and out of her as she wrapped herself around him, wanting all of him, crazed to possess him.

She couldn’t breathe, she’d never felt so full, so overwhelmed, so thoroughly, desperately satisfied. But he started moving into her faster, harder, and she felt herself grasping at him, digging her nails into the flesh of his back, needing him so much, wanting him like mad, and
not
satisfied.

She wanted more.

She wanted it all.

She didn’t know exactly what Kevin was doing that was making her body burst into flames, but she knew it was all him, and that he was hers.

Susan kissed his neck, and his ear, biting his earlobe, marveling at how every time she touched him, licked or bit him, he’d fuck her harder. And the way his body felt under her touch, so warm and thick. How his glistening skin slipped beneath her fingers, and his hard, lean muscles contracted and heaved with his efforts.

She fell back against the grass and gasped, pressing her hand to his chest to feel his heart beating, pounding hard and strong, ever so fast against the palm of her hand. She realized he was staring at her, looking deeply into her eyes, his so dark she almost didn’t recognize him. But it was Kevin inside her, Kevin looking down at her, Kevin all along. How hadn’t she seen him for who he really was?

The very best man.

Something rippled through her, gentle at first, and then pulsing, and it coursed through her veins with hellish fire. Was she coming? No, this was not an orgasm. Susan had had plenty of orgasms before. Little moments of vanilla satisfaction, that tingly sensation that spreads through your body for a few moments as you calm down again.

This wasn’t that.

What she was feeling was almost painful. What she was feeling made every muscle in her body convulse, made her sex clamp down hard on him, made every pore of her flesh sizzle. Her heart was beating so hard she was sure she was having a heart attack.

Was she going to die, right there, while Kevin was making love to her?

She shook her head at that last part. She hadn’t meant to phrase it like that. Not even in her head.

Then it hit her, as a wave of hot bliss swallowed her whole, and Kevin groaned and jerked as he came. She
was
having an orgasm...the wicked-hot-hellish mother of all orgasms!

Kevin writhed on top of her, each movement of his hips into her eliciting more jerking, more moaning, and more hot, searing breath against her skin as he dug his face into her sensitive neck, and kissed her there as his body slowed and finally lay still on top of her.

Oh my God
, Susan thought as she kept clutching him to her. The feeling of bliss, of complete satisfaction that glowed from every cell in her body, took her breath away. She felt so happy, so alive, so beautiful. She wanted to feel like this forever.

Kevin slowly pulled himself out of her, making her cringe and jerk as she felt suddenly empty. Still amazingly good, but she’d been so fulfilled with him in her, that his sudden absence made her feel like part of her was missing.

Kevin rolled over on his back and sighed. “I don’t know about you, but that was...” He stopped talking and stared up at the brilliant, cloudless azure sky.

Susan knew exactly what he wasn’t saying. It was amazing. The very best sex, the most incredible moment of her life. And he had given it to her. Her Kevin. The only man who had never let her down, even now.

She moved toward him and drew herself against him, wrapping her arm over his ribs, resting her head against his chest, feeling his soft, smooth, sweat-coated flesh against her cheek. He breathed in, deeply, then let it out in a sigh. She was pretty sure it had been the best sex of his life too.

I CAN’T BELIEVE IT
, Kevin thought as Susan dozed in his arms.
It sucked!

Not that sex with Susan had been bad. On the contrary, it was amazing, explosive, he’d had to really concentrate not to just come the instant he’d entered her. He’d wanted her for so long, had had so many fantasies, so many pornographic machinations. He’d had to think about work: about Baroque archways and Roman columns, about the acoustics of the wooden theaters of Europe, about the facade of the theater he was working on. And only had six more months to finish.

He didn’t even know if he was going to make the move he’d been planning.

But Susan was in his arms, naked, writhing beneath him, kissing him like he was her only sustenance. He ended up losing the fight, losing himself in her, in her body, in her lips, how she’d tasted, the way she felt wrapped around him. How he felt inside her. Like he hadn’t lived before this moment and was just waking up from being asleep his entire life.

And as he came, and she’d been convulsing against him in her own rapturous orgasm, he knew it wouldn’t be enough. Being her friend would never be enough. Even if he were her “friend with benefits,” it would never be enough. He had had her, made her tremble, made her call out his name in blind passion, had lost his very soul in making love to her and loving her. But she would never love him. Not like that. No matter how many times he did this to her, no matter how much he would love her, she would always see him as just her friend.

As he slid out of her, his heart pulled apart as he left her embrace, and he knew he had to leave as soon as Liz got there. He had to escape before he lost his mind. But until he left he couldn’t just lock her in her room, tied to the bed...at least, not alone.

Susan sighed and kissed his chest, right over his racing breaking heart, her lips soft and moist.

He shook his head and called himself stupid. This would be his one and only chance to really be with her, to be her man, to be her lover--that’s what he’d wanted all these years, so he should enjoy it while he could.
Quit complaining!
He’d be up to his ears in hellish misery soon enough.

~*~

Susan was pulling her tank top over her fancy, sexy bra, and Kevin, still shirtless, was just pulling his shorts up over his gorgeous rump, when a group of children stumbled into the clearing. All about six years old, all holding hands, dragging along a rather rumpled looking older man in a tropical print shirt. His legs stuck out the bottom of his shorts like scrawny, chalk white chicken wings.

“Oh, dear...” he said, giving them both a keen once over. “I guess we’ve lost another virgin to the drop.”

The children giggled, not really knowing what the old man was talking about, but children usually knew funny when they heard it--or in Susan and Kevin’s case, saw it.

Kevin hastily zipped up his kakis and pulled his shirt over his head.

She didn’t want him to cover up yet, she wasn’t done. And she’d already started making plans, libidinous, sweaty plans--there could be whipped cream involved...or maybe just that king sized bed in her room.

“Come, children,” the old man said as he led them past Susan and Kevin, out into the clearing to look at the view. “From this spot you can see seventy different varieties of flowers and more than twenty species of trees.”

“And two architects copulating,” Susan whispered to Kevin as she followed him back into the jungle. To her surprise, he didn’t laugh. She was sure that would’ve been right up his alley. But he just walked, holding her hand, guiding her silently through the dense jungle. Susan was too preoccupied with trying not to trip or fall to say anything more, but after they found the trail and she could see the beach through the lush palm trees, she grabbed Kevin’s arm and made him stop.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He didn’t really look at her, more over her head than anything else. She nudged him in the stomach with her fist, and he still wouldn’t meet her gaze. “Really, I’m fine.”

“Why don’t I believe you?”

When Kevin finally looked down at her, his expression was exasperated. His irritation seemed to melt, revealing more affection than she’d ever seen in anyone’s eyes.

The thought that slipped in and out of her mind was a dangerous one. It was the kind of thought that ended lives, or at least messed up good sex lives. And no matter how Kevin might be feeling, or how she might,
might
feel, she had only just discovered this part of Kevin. And it was new and exciting, and heart-stoppingly beautiful--and she was feeling selfish and wasn’t about to muck it up with all that mushy love stuff.

For the third time that day, Susan had to shake that word out of her head. Why was it popping into her head like that? What Kevin and she had had was great sex. Amazing, life altering, reality-bending sex. And that was what she needed! That’s what she wanted. Anything else was just too much to deal with right then.

Right?

But how she felt with him inside her, how she felt as she held fast to him...what was all that?

“Shut up,” she muttered under her breath.

Susan shook off her own thoughts, and the look Kevin was giving her, and started back up the beach the way she’d come, pulling Kevin behind her. She had to smile at the sudden reversal in roles. Just yesterday he’d dragged her down the beach, kicking and screaming, toward the sky and glorious freedom. And she had been powerless to stop him.

He really was all hers, wasn’t he? If only temporarily. But what did
temporarily
really mean?

That she’d go on to someone else...

Naturally.

That he’d go on to someone else.

Susan didn’t have a comeback for that one. She just kept marching down the beach, her mind trying to wrap itself around the possibility of Kevin being with someone else. It made her chest hurt, and made her head go all fuzzy, not to mention the cold chill that ran down her spine.

Kevin
,
find someone else?

Naturally.

When they got back to the hotel, Susan steered them through the throngs of vacationers, past the bikini bunnies frolicking by the pool--
put some clothes on!
--through the lobby, and straight to their room. The instant the door closed behind Kevin, she kissed him, pinning him hard against the door, her hands already pulling at his t-shirt, tugging it over his head, and diving back into him, kissing him so hard, so ardently, that she lost her breath.

Kevin didn’t say anything. For a few moments she didn’t think he was all there. It seemed he was lost in thought, and even though his body was responding, and she could feel how hard he was getting, he just wasn’t connecting with her.

So she bit his lip, hard.

Snapping out of his stupor, Kevin groaned and pushed her away by the shoulders, staring at her with a mix of anger and heat.

~*~

Kevin could taste blood.
What the fuck?
She’d bit him. And now she was looking at him with those big green eyes, filled to the brim with longing. Which was a hell of a lot better than having them filled with tears. And though he’d seen them filled with laughter and joy, seeing them charged with lust, for however short a time they had, was best by far.

He could watch her looking at him like that for the rest of his life.

He took it all in, memorizing every minute detail: the way her eyes sparkled, how her full, pink lips pouted, how her curly blond hair had frizzed out in wild angles--she was beautiful.

Kevin suddenly realized they were back at the hotel, in the room, and that he was half naked, and hard, and they were about to have sex again.

He gulped.

Was he up for that? Could he do it again without losing his mind…without dying?

Susan pulled her tank top over her head, and then pulled her bra open, suddenly naked, suddenly wanting him again, and so close that he wouldn’t have to reach far to snag her.

It was better than thinking about it. He moved to her, picking her up and wrapping her legs around his hips, kissing her deeply as he carried her to the bedroom.