Part 460
Lynne sat in the dimly lit sitting room, her legs tucked beneath her body, and replayed in her mind all that Kevin had said. She hurt. She hurt for Kevin and all that he’d been through. She hurt for all of them, because truly, no one was unscathed. What they’d done had in some way affected everyone, and living with the guilt and the secrets had been tearing Kevin apart, bit by bit. She jumped as she heard the shower start, and knew that she’d been a million miles away.
What did it all mean? Okay, so he’d kept things from her. They’d known each other a matter of weeks, what was he supposed to say? "Hi, I’m Kevin. I’ve been involved in group sex with my best friend and his wife. What’s YOUR name?" She giggled, trying to think how she would have reacted to that a few weeks ago. It was over. Kevin had said so, Sarah had said so. It was all before they met anyway. And here she was, sitting all alone when the one man who dominated her fantasy life was one room away from her, naked and wet. Dear god, was she out of her mind?
Wiping her cheeks, she rose and walked to the bedroom. Opening the door she was greeted by the fragrance of what must be several hundred roses, strewn all about a room that was bathed in flickering candle light. Oh my god, he’d done all this for her and was all alone in the next room, beating himself up for something that he thought he’d done.
He was wrong. So very wrong.
Smiling to herself, Lynne began to undress. Her shirt was dropped to the floor, followed by her jeans, then her bra and lastly, her panties. Glancing backward, she smiled at the trail of clothing she’d left. If they followed it later on, it would lead directly to the bed. If they ever made it that far. As she opened the door to the bathroom, steam billowed out and she could see the outline of Kevin’s body through the glass brick wall that enclosed the shower. She caught her breath at what she was about to do, smiled and stepped quietly in.
Reaching for the soft net scrubby, she poured bath gel onto it and silently worked up a lather. Just before she reached out her hand, she paused to look at him: tall, muscular, his long dark hair plastered against his wet back as the rivulets of water fell in intricate designs down his smooth skin. Her fingers touched his spine and he stiffened. "I thought you could use some help," she said softly.
"You’re still here?" he asked in surprise.
"Of course I am. Hold still." Methodically she scrubbed his back, writing her name in the suds and smiling in fascination as she touched a hot spot and heard him groan. "Feel good?" she smiled.
"Hell yes," he sighed, leaning his hands on the tile for support.
Dropping the scrubby on the floor, Lynne settled for using her hands. She had waited for so long to feel his body beneath her fingers and couldn’t wait any longer. His back rippled beneath her fingertips and she soothed away the tension, only to create more when she slipped her arms around him, pressing her naked body up against his back. "Mmmm," she sighed.
"Jesus, Lynne," he groaned. His eyes were shut tightly and he fought for control as he felt her breasts pressed against him. He wanted desperately to turn around but was afraid he’d lose control like some horny sixteen-year-old. Which was just what he felt like.
"Kevin, you have nothing to be sorry for." Her hands touched his chest, brushed lightly across his nipples and then spanned his ribcage. The sound he made as she touched him set off a primitive response deep within her soul and she felt a hot rush of warmth between her thighs. Kevin trembled in her hands and knowing that she had that kind of power over him was awesome.
"Lynne, let’s go. Let’s get out of here." He reached for the controls, fully intent on turning off the water, but her hands moved lower and any thoughts he might have had were immediately forgotten.
She caught her breath as her fingers followed the soft line of hair that led the way from Kevin’s navel to his erection, and even though she hadn’t yet reached for him, she felt his manhood bob against her hand in anticipation. "May I?" she asked, and Kevin thought he’d never heard anything sexier in his life than her polite request.
"Please. Hurry," he groaned and then cried out as her slender fingers wrapped around him and began to stroke lightly.
Lynne hesitated as he swelled in her hand, but as his body began to rock against her she became bolder. "Feel good?" she asked, kissing his back and stopping to lick a path from one shoulder blade to the other.
"Holy shit, yes. Just like I knew it would be, baby." Kevin’s entire body tensed as her fingers stroked him, adding a slight twisting motion as her hand reached the swollen head of his cock.
"You … you’ve thought about this?" she asked him, feeling an intense satisfaction that he’d imagined her hands on his body, maybe like she’d imagined him.
"I touch myself, at night, all alone, but it’s your hands, Lynne, not mine." Kevin caught his breath as her hand moved faster, and he groaned as her fingers tightened even more.
Lynne lay her head against his back and the thought of him touching himself made her weak. She smiled as he made an animalistic sound, and then sank her teeth into his flesh. His body tensed and she knew it would be impossible for him to last much longer. She pressed her body even closer to his and began to rub back and forth as she pumped him steadily toward oblivion.
"Lynne-" he gasped.
"Do it, Kevin," she whispered. "Let it go, baby." She squeezed him tighter in her hand and he came hard, screaming her name and coating both her hand and the shower wall with his hot essence. He’d barely begun to come down from his sexual high when she found herself lifted up against the tile with her legs wrapped around his waist. She opened her mouth to speak, but it was an impossible task. As she held on to him, he kissed her, his supple tongue sweeping deep within the recesses of her mouth, tasting her sweetness and leaving her breathless.
"You ready for me, Lynne?" he said with a feral smile, breaking the kiss and looking down into her dazed eyes.
"Here?" she squeaked, clutching at his wet shoulders.
"Here, out there, the hallway …wherever I can get you, baby. I’ve waited so fucking long to have you in my bed. I want to lay you down and look at your body until I can’t look any more. I want to taste every inch of you and learn your scent until I can smell you in my dreams. I want-"
"Jesus, Kevin, just do it!" she begged, wrapping her fingers through his dripping hair and pulling his face down to hers.
Laughing he kissed her quickly and set her down long enough to turn off the water and reach for a towel. He dried them both off and stopped suddenly, looking down into Lynne’s eyes. They were dark, a shade he’d never seen before and he knew they were colored with desire; desire for him, and his heart ached with the sweetness of the moment. "Come on, baby," he whispered. "Let’s make love."