Part 461
Lynne smiled, almost shyly, and took his hand. Weaving her fingers with his, she led him out into the bedroom, following the trail of clothing she’d left not very long ago. Stepping around various items of underwear, she smiled again as Kevin chuckled. "Follow the yellow brick road, Kev," she laughed.
"Are you a good witch, or a bad witch?" he asked, playing along as she sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at his tall frame.
"I dunno," she replied, reaching out a finger to follow the soft line of hair from his navel and on down into the thick patch of dark curls at his hips. "I can be good," she surmised, running a fingernail along his hip, "or I can be bad. I can be very bad." Leaning closer, she pressed a chaste kiss to his abdomen, smiling as she felt the stirrings of a new erection just beneath her chin.
Breathing deeply, she could smell his arousal and it was better than any aphrodisiac she could ever hope to find.
"Do you know what you do to me?" he rasped, tilting her head up so that he could see her eyes once more.
"I’ve got a pretty good idea," she said, dipping her head and quickly taking him in her mouth.
Kevin cried out as she tongued him, stiffening once again between her lips. Somehow he managed to pull away, but actually whimpered at the feel of her fingers as she once again wrapped them securely around him. Moving her hands away, he knelt on the bed beside her and pushed her onto her back. "It’s your turn now."
Lynne scooted further up, and shivered when Kevin reached out to touch her fevered skin. Mostly though, he simply looked. He memorized every curve, every valley, and then he lay down beside her. Leaning on one elbow, he cupped her breast in his hand, testing its weight and squeezing gently. "Nice," he whispered, and flicked his thumb over the ripe and swollen nipple. He smiled as Lynne shifted restlessly, and wondered exactly how wet she was, how ready for him. "Feels good, baby. You’re so beautiful, Lynne." Raising himself higher he touched her other nipple with his tongue, making slow wet circles around the dark, taut nub of flesh, pulling at its mate with his fingers. Finally, to her relief, he sucked her deeply into his mouth, pulling a response from deep within her.
Lynne wound her fingers though his hair and moaned. "God, Kevin…" Her knees shifted, trying to ease the ache between her thighs and failing. "Please." She was not above begging.
Kevin’s lips never wavered, but his hand left her breast and settled on the soft, downy curls between her legs. "Fuck, baby, feels like silk. Open your legs for me."
He needn’t ask twice. Lynne spread her thighs and practically screamed as Kevin’s long slender fingers slid through the damp heat and into her body. "Oh dear god-"
"More? You want more?" Kevin slid two more fingers inside her and rested his thumb against her clit, pressing it firmly as he pumped his fingers in and out of her needy flesh. He felt her muscles begin to spasm and moved quickly to lay between her thighs. At the very last possible second, he pulled away.
"NO!" she sobbed. "God, please!"
Kevin held her down and kissed her thigh. He kissed the hollow of one hip and then he did the same to the other. The candlelight flickered across her skin, and as he parted her damp folds with his fingers he saw the moisture glistening beneath his hand and he had to taste her. Slowly, maddeningly, he touched her with the tip of his tongue, following a path from just above the tight pucker of her ass to the throbbing pearl that begged for his attention. He heard her whimper and couldn’t bear to tease her. Oh so gently, he wrapped his lips around her and sucked. The gentle scrape of his teeth made her tremble, and he pulled a bit harder. Lynne clutched at his hair and when his fingers once again invaded her body she shattered, screaming his name.
He didn’t wait, he couldn’t wait. Rising above her he slid his hardened length inside her until he could go no further. "Holy fuck…" he sighed, holding himself motionless, embedded deep within her flesh. Their bodies were taut, strung out as tightly as could be and ready to break at any given moment. Kevin held himself above her, memorizing the moment. Her hair was spread out on the bed in luxurious waves, her skin glowed in the candlelight and her eyes were closed in concentration. Lynne’s breath came in small pants as tiny aftershocks from her orgasm rippled through her body, and when her muscles gripped him tighter, he knew he had to move.
Slowly he pulled out, completely out, and when she felt the loss of sensation Lynne’s eyes flew open. "Kevin?"
"Hey, okay. Now I’ve got your attention," he smiled. Slowly he moved forward again, filling her.
"You … could have … oh … asked." Lynne spread her thighs even more and lifted her hips.
"I’ll have to remember that," he moaned. "God, Lynne." Her legs were now wrapped around his waist and she was squeezing him on purpose. "Fuck, baby, I can’t wait." Lifting her hips he drove into her, their damp skin making tiny sounds as flesh met flesh and as she began to lose control again his focus snapped and he came, shouting her name and flooding her body with his seed as she joined him in bliss.
Still coupled, they succumbed to exhausted sleep. In the early dawn hours, they made love again in denial of the separation soon to come. Requests to join the others for breakfast, and then lunch, went unheeded as they barricaded themselves away from the world. It was a very solemn and despondent man that kissed an equally downhearted woman goodbye at the airport that evening. With promises to call every day, they kissed one last time. Kevin stood by the window until Lynne’s plane was in the air and out of site before allowing himself to be taken back to the hotel.
Julie met Lynne’s plane, but other than a brief hello, not a word was spoken all the way home.