Nan Ryan (38 page)

And she loved it.

Propelling her prostrate lover with rhythmic erotic movements meant to please both him and herself, Helen felt very powerful and at the same time helpless. Powerful because she was the dominant one. Helpless because she would do anything this dark lover might desire.

A sensual smile playing on her lips, Helen exercised her female power. She would slowly, skillfully rise up on her knees until Kurt’s hot throbbing flesh was drawn nearly all the way out. Then, looking directly into his glowing green eyes, she would slide deliciously back down until he was again buried to the hilt.

A wanton grinding of her hips in a seductive circular motion, and then slowly, teasingly back up onto her knees.

Kurt let her play, totally enchanted, wanting her to derive all the pleasure possible. He lay submissive with hands folded under his head, watching her.

Carefully controlling his own fierce need, he allowed
her
to make love to
him
. It was exquisite. The intense joy he derived from being up inside her hot tightness was enhanced tenfold by the sight of her undulating above him.

A naked pagan goddess, the radiance of her pale flawless flesh was heightened by the candle’s flickering glow. She looked wild and cruelly demanding in her dominant position and it thrilled him beyond belief.

In the candlelight her long tangled hair appeared to be molten liquid gold as she whipped her head savagely about. Her small but perfectly shaped breasts swayed seductively with the movement of her rolling hips, the blush-rose nipples tightened into tempting twin peaks of dark wine-hued sweetness. His eyes fixed on their provocative dance, Kurt gritted his teeth and curbed the strong desire to rise up and capture one with his eager, watering mouth.

The creamy breasts swaying, nipples bobbing, Helen abruptly pushed her long tousled hair up onto her head. The movement of her arms lifted her delicate rib cage upward and stretched taut her flat stomach. Kurt tore his attention from her beautiful breasts to watch the sensual grinding movements of her bare belly and flaring hips. His heated gaze slid lower still, to where their bodies were joined.

Mesmerized, he stared unblinking at the mingling of the damp golden curls between her parted thighs with the raven-black crispness covering his groin. As he watched, Helen lifted slightly, giving him a treasured glimpse of her throbbing feminine sweetness sliding up the rigid slickness of his own pulsing flesh.

Highly erotic!

So exciting he could stand it for only a few seconds. Then Kurt’s hands came from under his head and he reached for her. His fingers curling firmly around her upper arms, he drew her forcefully down to him and kissed her hotly. His tongue filling her mouth in rhythm with his plunging thrusts, he took quick, masterful control. When his burning mouth left hers, he captured a diamond-hard nipple and sucked vigorously while Helen moaned with delight.

He quickened the pace of his lovemaking, thrusting more rapidly. Faster and faster he drove, sending Helen spinning off into unbearable pleasure.

Kurt’s lips left her breast. He pushed her back up into a sitting position astride and gave her everything he had. Within seconds her deep, wrenching climax began. Kurt smiled dreamily with proud satisfaction as she attained total ecstasy.

Helen screamed so loudly the sound of her joy rose above the storm’s deafening din. Her eyes grew round with a mixture of wonder and fear.

Helen
was
frightened.

She reached peak after shocking peak and it was both wonderful and scary. Never before had she experienced such fierce physical joy. The ecstasy continued to escalate until finally it became so good it hurt. So incredible she could no longer stand it. And yet it continued. Tears welled up in her widened eyes and before she knew it, she was crying, very near to erotic hysteria.

Kurt drew her quickly down onto his broad chest and wrapped protective arms around her. Shaking violently, Helen clung to him in desperation, tears of elation spilling from her closed eyes. Only vaguely aware that his hot, hard body still labored to attain his own release, Helen clung to her lover, unable to help or to hinder him. Limply allowing Kurt to do what he would with her, she lay curled closely to him, her knees hugging his sides, hands clasping his upper arms. Even as he pumped and thrust into her, she began to calm, to stop crying.

A sweet serenity claiming her satiated body, Helen was soon rewarded with yet another deeply intimate joy. Since her own frenzied climax had passed, she was more fully aware of when Kurt’s began. She was aware of the strong male hands firmly clasping her hips, forcing her pelvis down to meet the powerful surging of his. Aware of his heart hammering rapidly against her naked breasts.

Best of all, when his powerful climax came, she was gloriously aware of him filling her with the hot spurting liquid of love.

“My darling,” she murmured when at last he went totally rigid, then limp. Lifting her head to press kisses to his open lips, she murmured, “Don’t move, my love. Lie here and rest. Rest, darling. Let’s stay just as we are.” Helen continued to caress him, over and over again, raining kisses over his lips, his cheeks, his throat, his chest.

When finally Kurt could think and move and speak again, he stroked her slender back, her hips, her bare bottom.

Smiling, he said, “Baby, I couldn’t move if you begged me.”

“Good,” Helen replied, and laid her head on his shoulder.

Listless from the fantastic loving, they sighed and moaned and rested in that position for several long minutes. Draped atop Kurt, her cheek against his shoulder, Helen now heard the storm winds howling outside, the heavy rains beating against the roof. She was aware that the full force of the hurricane had hit the Eastern Shore, that it was likely doing great damage. But for now, it somehow seemed that the storm had nothing to do with her. Snuggling comfortably closer to Kurt, Helen felt pleasantly groggy, yet she was far too excited for sleep. She didn’t want to sleep. Not ever. At the very back of her mind was the nagging thought that this stormy night might well be the only one she would ever spend in the arms of this magnificent man. She didn’t want to waste a second of it sleeping. Nor did she want her lover to sleep.

“Kurt.” she put her lips close to his ear.

“Hmmmm.” His eyes were closed; he was drowsy.

“I’m not going to let you go,” she told him. “I’m going to stay here and keep you just like this until you want me again.”

Completely spent, Kurt was forced to admit, “Sweetheart, I’m afraid you’ll have a long wait.”

“No,” she said confidently. “I won’t.”

Then slowly, surely, Helen went about seducing the tired naked man beneath her. Clasping his flaccid flesh tightly inside her, she kissed his mouth, his throat, his chest.

And she whispered brazenly, “I want you, darling. I want to feel you moving inside me again.” The tip of her tongue traced the interesting convolutions of his right ear while her naked breasts brushed against his face. “You allowed me to make love to you and it was wonderful.” She playfully bit his earlobe, blew in his ear. “Now I’ll allow you to make love to me and that will be wonderful too.”

Helen continued to toy with him, to tempt him by pressing increasingly hotter kisses to his lips and whispering increasingly bolder suggestions in his ear.

Amazingly, within minutes Kurt felt himself swell and surge inside her. Helen slowly sat up, smiling with the same realization. Kurt’s green eyes opened and he saw the triumphant look on her lovely face. He reached up and grabbed a handful of her tangled golden hair.

“You’re a witch,” he told her, “a cruel and beautiful witch wielding some magical power over me.”

Keeping him prisoner with her strong gripping thighs, Helen threw back her head and laughed musically. “No,” she said, “just a woman. A woman who demands your love.”

“Not so.” Twisting her heavy hair around his hand, Kurt said, “No mere woman could possibly bewitch me as you have.” His hand tightened in her hair. “What must I do with you?”

“Make love to me,” was her reply.

“Anything you say, sweet witch.”

With incredible swiftness Kurt reversed their positions. Helen gasped and found herself on her back, her knees still hugging his sides. Kurt urged her slender legs up around his back. Then he rose to a kneeling position, sat back on his heels, and spread his knees wide.

Showing no mercy, his mouth was at her nipples, hot and eager, his hands guiding her up and down his rigid length. His penetration deep and getting deeper, he pushed high inside her, opening her, filling her to the fullest.

Her sharp nails scraping his shoulders and arms, her back arched, Helen felt his lips tugging forcefully at her aching nipple and his fierce male power throbbing insistently inside her. Her breath grew rapid and shallow. She threw back her head and closed her eyes, drowning in the torrents of white-hot splendor washing over her.

Roughly Kurt took her, knowing instinctively that’s exactly the way she wanted it this time. Forcefully he loved her, thrilling her with his fiery aggression, exhibiting the fierce masculine strength which made him so exciting to her.

Kurt sensed her every need.

And so, giving no quarter, showing no mercy, Kurt held Helen astride his spread thighs and loved her with rugged, ruthless abandon. Helen squirmed and gasped and moaned, struggling against him, pushing on his chest, demanding that he let her go.

Kurt knew she didn’t really want him to let her go. What she wanted was for him to set her free. To give her total fulfillment. That’s exactly what he did. Holding her tightly, he started swiftly, skillfully pushing her toward complete carnal paradise.

In seconds Helen’s release began.

Enraptured, she tingled from head to toe. Her heart fluttered in her breast. She felt herself melting in the burning heat radiating from her excitingly forceful lover. Stars exploded behind her closed eyelids. Spasming violently, she called Kurt’s name in the throes of ecstasy.

When she floated back down to earth and could think again, and speak, she said breathlessly, “If I’m a witch, you’re a devil.”

Kurt laughed heartily. Then he set her back a little and pushed her golden hair off her flushed face. Cupping her cheeks in his hands, he looked into her shining blue eyes and asked worriedly, “Did I hurt you, sweetheart? Was I too rough?”

Helen smiled like the cat who got the cream. “Do I look like I’ve been hurt?”

“You look beautiful,” he said.

“I look happy,” she corrected. “I
am
happy.” She impulsively threw her arms around his neck and crushed him to her, smothering his face against her throat.

“I love you, my darling,” she murmured.

“I love you, Helen,” he murmured, his arms closing around her.

They fell silent then, hugging each other tightly. For them both it was a moment which would forever live in memory. The drumming of their mingled heartbeats, the scent of their naked entwined bodies, the dying glow of the candle flame, the rare peace and total contentment.

Too dear to lose.

Too sweet to last.

Chapter Forty-two

T
he powerful storm mercilessly raked the Gulf Coast, lasting throughout the long night. So did the passionate storm between the two lovers in the candlelit parlor.

At sunrise the mighty hurricane had finally blown itself out and a peaceful stillness and quiet returned to the battered Eastern Shore. An even more peaceful stillness and quiet had overtaken the tired, sated lovers inside the old farmhouse.

All the candles had burned out and sputtered to darkness, save one. The solitary white taper shone from atop the mantel. It no longer flickered and danced. Its tiny flame was stable and its pale illumination cast a soft honeyed light on the couple below.

Kurt lay on his stomach on the plush parlor rug, his face resting on his bent arm. Sleepy, tired, he sighed and groaned while Helen lazily traced with soft, exploring lips the slashing scar a razor-sharp saber had left across his lower back.

“I have wanted to do this,” Helen whispered in the silence, “since the first time I saw this scar.” She slowly slid her lips and tongue along the white satiny ribbon. “And I always wondered … since it disappeared into the waistband of your trousers … just where it led. And just where it stopped.”

“Now you know,” Kurt mumbled, stirring slightly under the teasing, taunting touch of her lips.

“Mmmm,” she murmured, and kissed her way to the scar’s termination, which was centered squarely between the cleft in his lean buttocks. When her lips met that concluding point but continued to move lower, Kurt’s firm buttocks flexed, he quivered involuntarily, and he turned swiftly over.

“No, you don’t,” he warned. “It’s my turn, baby. Let me enjoy what I’ve dreamed of doing since the first day I saw you standing in the field that morning in May.”

Helen smiled at him. “What could you possibly have wanted to do to me that morning?”

“Just this,” Kurt said, and stretched out fully on his back.

She too was instructed to lie down on her back, at right angles to him so that their bodies formed a T. Her head resting squarely on his stomach, her face was turned up toward the ceiling. Very slowly, very carefully Kurt spread her long golden hair out on his chest and belly and groin.

He laid back then with his head propped in his folded arms, enjoying the stunning sight and the tickling feel of her heavy hair swept out over his naked body like a giant golden fan.

“Kurt …” Helen began.

“Shhh,” he warned. “Lie still, love.”

Helen lay still.

In seconds both were asleep. Totally exhausted from the long night of loving, they fell quickly into a dreamless slumber. They slept the long hot day away together on the parlor floor.

When they awakened, it was late afternoon. They turned to each other, kissed, and wordlessly made love again. Kurt showed Helen just how tender, how gentle he could be, treating her as if she were some fragile treasure. A beautiful flesh-and-blood gem of priceless quality which he was allowed to possess. He paid homage to her with infinite patience and sincere adoration which was akin to reverence.