Laced Impulse (12 page)

He watched her. Wild eyes, set on pleasing him.

“
Here... Sit here. Join me.” Hearing her... She sounded like the Pied Piper. Him playing and enticing with his music. Her calling, luring him with her mesmerizing eyes, body and tongue. She had that affect on him.

Mot dropped the shirt that had still lay fisted in his hand. He hurriedly freed himself of his pants. As he did this, he watched as she struggled with the zipper on her gown. The dress was soiled and ripped in a few places. He’d been so concerned about her that it wasn’t until now that he noticed the gown and how beautiful she must have looked in it. Even now, he could hardly tear his eyes away; seeing the way her breast had filled the dress. Her lips lifted, pleased that he admired her body.

“
Here...” She was pointing to that place on the side of her neck. “Touch me. Kiss me here.”

He unzipped the back of her dress, then helped her slip out of it. They were free of the fabrics that had once covered their flesh. He hook the waistband on his boxers, removing the remaining thing that still covered his nakedness.

During their foreplay... Bianca’s kisses and her declarations. While that all occurred, Mot’s sex had throbbed. Now, standing along the side of the bed, she could see the full extent of his suffering. He also noticed her appreciation. She smiled, patting on the bed next to her.

“
Come...” she said, invitingly. He lowered, then joined her on the bed.

Bianca’s delicate finger traced along the place she’d wanted him to kiss and caress. He obliged, willingly. He pressed his lips in that special place on the side of her neck.

“
Mmmm...” she swooned. “Sooo good.” she whispered languidly. Her cries were like liquid heat.

Mot lifted his head, observing her face. She smiled, then raised to meet his lips with a kiss. When she drew back again, this time; she lay flat next to him, nestling her head on a fluffed up pillow. His eyes searched her face, then dance wildly, admiring her naked body. He wove his way through her mind. Saying words that would elicit a response he needed to hear.

“
Bianca...” She was so close to him, her scent alone was enough to drive any man insane. “Bianca...” he said her name again. “Tell me what you know I need to hear you say to me.”

She rose her arms above her head, arching her back while tempting him with her pert responsive breast. She answered him saying...

“
I love you.”

A drop of liquid leaked from his body. She didn’t see this of course, and he’d momentarily closed his eyes. She lowered one arm, grasping hold to his wrist. Her need sensed the heavy pulse of his blood; the pounding beat of his heart. Feeling her touch, he opened his eyes; meeting her gaze. Something strong had just occurred to him and she knew this. Because, when she looked in his eyes she could see his struggle to maintain his control.

Mot gave way to the need that swelled on his tongue. He lowered, then pulled her closer. Hungry lips touched hers, intently kissing and savoring her taste. His tongue stroked the soft fleshy parts in her mouth. He could have gone on and on, but he felt her hold loosen, then her hands fell away. He lifted his head, seeing an expression of seriousness on her face.

“
I love you.” She said.

“
Shhh. You don’t have to keep saying that.”

He positioned himself to kiss her again, but she moved her mouth away, then said...

“
Mot...
I love you
.” Her brows furrowed, and her expression was stern. He studied her face. In her eyes he saw things that frightened him. He would remember this moment as being particularly significant in his life.

“
I believe you Bianca. And...” He waited a beat, not trusting that she would understand or remember his declaration. But he said it, because the sentiment wouldn’t remain hidden.

“
I
love
you too.” He placed emphasis on the words. She sighed, then said... “Touch me. Make love to me.”

And that was it. He released every inhibition that warned him not to do this. Then he questioned every reason that had prevented him from talking to her. In each kiss, it was as if he was deliberately making up for lost time.

Bianca wrapped her legs around his waist. He felt his length thicken and throb on her thigh. His tongue danced along the inside of her mouth; touching places that sent shivers racing down her jaw, tingling her nipples, then coiling around her gut just before dropping south. She didn’t want to break this kiss but when his hand slid down her side, creating a space to caress her mound. With two fingers, he parted her lips. All at once, lights flashed like fireworks behind closed eyes. No longer did the music in her head take center stage. Flaming heat engulfed the lower half of her body. He massaged her sensitive area, circling his finger, then alternating the pressure. He coaxed her flesh until it swell. Her legs grew weak, causing her to lose control. Her thighs loosened their hold. Falling to either side of him, her limbs were limp and numb. Mot cupped one hand behind her thigh; lifting it to gain a better foothold. He’d been kissing her all the while he kept up a steady stream of stimulation. Now, the head of his shaft lay at the entrance of her folds. He wanted to force his way inside of her, carving out a place to call his own. But he had to be sure that tomorrow would rise with no regrets. Already, he’d tread along a path that couldn’t be retraced. But the way she moaned. The way she repeatedly called out his name. Opened her legs, spread wide for him to lie there. Oh, how her hips lifted in expectation of him filling her. This was happening for a reason and it was beyond him to question an event that was destined to unfold.

He kissed her. He kissed her to affirm this notion.

Bianca’s tongue seductively wet her lips. He tasted her mouth, savoring a tart flavor that ignited his taste buds. When he sealed their lips again, deepening the kiss, her body responded. She shuttered and moaned his name. Her body tilted forward, lifting her hips to meet his throbbing desire. He pulled back, not ready to enter her. The music in her head played the same tune. The memorable beat set the mood. He was on top of her, sending her heart racing. She recognized the sensation. She didn't have to imagine it nor did she draw a picture in her mind. The weight of his body matched with his dark gaze; the experience was heady. She wanted him, in time with the music. She wanted him...this love that they shared.

Mot shifted his hip, but this time, he was ready. He adjusted forward, easing his way inside. Ecstasy. Mot’s head fell back, a lump in his throat refused to be swallowed. Between her legs she’d greeted him with her warm snug moistness. His gentle exploration had sparked something inside of her. Him entering her had uncoiled something wild. She bucked; releasing a shocked cry. Her heightened pleasure was felt inside. Her muscles spasmed, milking him. Attempting to squeeze him dry. Mot pulled back, then pressed further inside. Again, her lips pursed; and the sound she released sounded like a mewing cat. Her hands gripped his hips; pushing him up, then tugging him down, guiding his erection inside of her. It was clear, she enjoyed the pressure felt each time he entered her partway, but the further he pushed inside of her; the pain, she didn’t much care for. Knowing that any part of their lovemaking caused her pain; Mot would do anything to relieve her discomfort. He shifted his weight, urging Bianca to raise her other leg. When she followed his gentle urging, he felt her inner warmness comfortably sheathing his length. He pushed in further, slowly allowing her body to adjust to his length and girth. Her narrow passage had resisted, but with each in and outward move; their pleasure swelled. Heat coursed up her thighs; burning most near her entrance. In spite of that, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer still. He'd hungered for her the first time he'd seen her, seated in the interview room, outside of the directors office. Even then, something told him; she's the one, yet, he'd ignored that foreknowledge. Now, after today, he wouldn’t be able to imagine his life without her. He didn’t want to.

As their passion grew, he blurted out her name...

“
Bianca...” Saying her name was as sweet as the taste that coated her flesh.

He slid his hand to his side, lifting partway to admire her breast. He kept a steady pace; his length gliding in and out of her slick folds. Not wanting to slow their fervor. He cupped one breast, gently caressing and kneading, until he himself couldn’t resist tasting her. He lowered his head, drawing a nipple in his mouth. Rolling his tongue along its tip; circling around the areola, causing the bud to stiffen. With light motions of his tongue, he stroked, licked and sucked, until she could stand no more. In the center of her legs, Bianca’s body rose to a peak. A feverish orgasm building then tipping her over. She yelled out his name, sputtering a string of nonsensical words.

“
Oh God... Oh Mot... That’s... Oh, my... Uhhh...”

Mot ignored her. He muted the sounds, pumping harder and harder. Pointedly directing his hips to excite her flesh. He was determined to bring her to another place of bliss. He could feel her breathy voice, struggling to find her words when he lowered, laying on top of her.

“
Oh... Yes... Yes... Right there... You got it... yes... yes....”

He had it. And yes, it was all right. And he wasn’t letting go of it. He lifted his head. Her eyes were closed, in deep concentration. She wanted another orgasm as much as he aimed to give her one. But as his pressure increased, Mot felt the call of his own body; warning him of the fire that grew within. He could feel Bianca’s hand stroking him, trailing her nails up and down his back. His senses were heightened. Her every touch was amplified. She was touching him with just the right amount of pressure. The perfect patterns of symmetrical brushes and waves. He tried to draw his mind away from her hands but he couldn’t. Then he felt her tongue glide along the outline of his lobe; biting and licking him to the edge. The warmth felt by her sweet breath excited him. He wanted her mouth on his. He turned, adjusting to search for her lips. As if planned, when their eyes met; the stoked flame exploded. In their locked gaze, their control slipped; no longer could they holdback their release.

Bianca’s head rolled wildly on her pillow, hips rocking and arms locked around Mot’s shoulders. She cried out his name. The feeling so wonderful; tears streaked down her face. He’d satisfied her completely and every nerve in her body screamed its release; right down to her wiggling toes. Not long after Bianca had cried out his name; Mot’s length slammed deep inside of her, spilling his seed as he hammered her sex. She grinned, enjoying his hot cum as it filled her, then leaked pass the swell of his cock and dripped off the hairs of her swollen folds. She lay still, her body partly numb and tingling. Mot didn’t dare move either, because inside of her, his penis spasmed, draining what still remained. If they stayed this way; her soft beneath him...his sex still inside of her... Being this way; he would want more of her.

No matter what he’d thought earlier; he wouldn’t argue with himself about Bianca anymore. He inhaled their scents. “Man, oh man.” He thought to himself. He loved the smell of their sex. It didn’t get any better than this. He wondered what was next? This had to be his change for something far better than what he’d known from before.

*************************

It was late; far too late for anyone to be moving about noisily in the house. Yet someone was obviously in the kitchen, opening and closing cupboards and counter drawers. Mot sat up in the bed. His eyes lowered, seeing Bianca asleep, half covered beneath the blanket. He wanted to hate himself for doing this. Making love to a woman under the influence of a drug that might very well spell her doom. But he couldn’t. And that’s what galled him. Who was he, to make snap decisions for her? He’d been the sober one; deluding himself with lies. Persuading himself that come sunrise, there wouldn't be even a morsel of guilt. It was still dark, but morning was fast approaching. And just like the turn of the planet. Just like the weather patterns that skirt clouds across the sky. Mot had also moved from feeling one way; switching to something else. He didn’t know what was to blame for his sudden conversion. The way she hummed that mindless tune in her sleep. Or had it been her suddenly waking, crying out Greta’s name; pleading and begging Henrik to stop her.

“
Fuck.” The word came out like a whisper but the sentiment didn’t change. He hated that everything about their time together had been so perfect. She’d been absolutely flawless, in every sense of the word. He could still feel the sting on his flesh; areas where she gripped him, digging her nails in his back. She’d screamed out his name, and he was quite certain that Sven had heard them.

“
What the hell.” He said. His voice was low, so as not to wake her. He eased from the bed, pulling up his pants, then he searched to find his shirt. When he’d made the decision to sleep with her, he’d not considered the full ramifications of his actions. Yet, even now, he couldn’t be wholly angry at himself. He wasn’t honestly apologetic for what he’d done. How could he be when being with her felt so good? It had been so right. He crossed the floor, but before he reached the door, he heard light tapping coming from the other side.

Mot opened the door. He raised one finger to his lips, indicating to Sven to be quiet. He stepped out into the hall, closing the door when he was out of the room. Mot guided Sven down the hall, taking him into a sitting area where they could feel free to talk.

Sven’s eyes were red rimmed. The man looked to have not slept at all. He said...

“
Richard has returned...”