“Where would you like me to start?”
“Here,” she said, pointing to one nipple.
“You play for me, and I’ll play with you,” he said, his hand wandering over her shaven mound, and one finger slipping over her swollen clit. “I want to kiss you down here.”
Her whimpering noises sent a blaze of excitement tramping through his being, and her body froze under the manipulations of that single finger. His eyes moved over her silky body, not missing an inch of it, and the haunting serenade she had played stirred in his head as he strummed on her clit. They gazed at each other, the silence around them deafening. He took her inside his bedroom, and laid her down at the bottom of the huge king size mattress. Two leather straps appeared, hanging on the side of the bed. Where did they come from? She had seen the leather straps from the ceiling, but those two he now produced appeared out of thin air. He took his time attaching one leg to the first strap. Touching and caressing her, he continued to fan the flames that set her body on fire.
“Talk to me,” he whispered, staring deeply into her pulsing soul.
“Touch me,” she begged.
“I’m touching you,” he replied, impaling her with two fingers, and causing her body to lift and hold that elevated position.
Drake fastened the other leg to the leather strap, and walked away. Where did he go, she wondered? Her legs parted widely, she stared at the door, awaiting his return. The last time she was in a position like this, was her last gynecological visit, but today there were no plastic gloves and no speculum. Excitement overtook her body, and she could feel the heat moistening between her thighs. She ran her tongue over her lips, wetting them.
He returned, his cock even harder, and he seemed to be putting it on show for her as he strutted across the room. Kendal raised herself to her elbows, staring at that magnificent piece of his anatomy that he had kept hidden away the first time they were together. Back then she had yearned to see it, to taste it and to feel it, but today it was different. He was exhibiting it, taunting her. She desperately wanted him. Her desire manifested itself by the cream collecting around her slit. He stood in front of her, his piece in his right hand, gently stroking it. He was excited and it showed, but he was using self-discipline.
“Touch me, Drake. Touch me.”
Not wanting to waste another moment, he stood before her and dropped to his knees. She waited. It was real. No gloves and no speculum, just that tongue flipping over her clit like a piece of coarse sandpaper, and working itself in and out of her slit. He was taking her back and forth between fantasy and reality.
Her womanly perfume wafted into his nostrils, tantalizing his senses. He inhaled, deeply taking in her scent, that scent he couldn’t seem to get enough of. He got to his feet, his eyes on the object of his desire and prepared to take her. Waves of excitement plowed through his veins, and with one long thrust he was buried deep inside her, each plunge taking her to unfamiliar places. She was in a faraway place where there were only white lights, a cacophony of melodies, and grunts like those of unknown feral beasts. She remembered several vigorous thrusts, but capturing and holding that instrument which caressed her walls was next to impossible.
Her body was under attack, and as the forces of mindless ecstasy washed over her, she gave in and allowed them to take her wherever they wanted. Fingers invaded her in all her secret places, touched and explored her, and she wallowed in the sensations. She wanted more, more from those fingers. She wanted to feel them everywhere, between her lips, strumming her nipples like guitar strings and plundering into every orifice. Someone far away, in the distance was calling out her name.
“Kendal. Oh god, Kendal.”
Her hands were flailing, her head tossing from side to side, blood thundering in her ears and with each hard thrust that white light shone brighter.
A series of spasms sent him crashing deeply into her body, and his pounding strokes kept elevating her body higher and higher, pushing her into a state of oblivion. Her breath caught and he could feel her muscles relaxing. The bright lights dimmed, the music stopped, and there was silence. Absolute silence! Her heartbeat became slower and she fell into a peaceful state.
“Fuck! That was something spectacular,” she heard Drake’s voice. “Open your eyes, Kendal.”
Her eyelashes fluttered and he stared down at her and smiled. Her voice was croaky and her throat hurt. Did she scream when he pushed her over the edge? Everything around her seemed like a blur. He had taken her to the edge, held her there, taken everything from her, and then shoved her headlong into the abyss.
He lowered his body onto hers and held her closely, uniting them as one. When the last spasm subsided, she ran her hand through his hair, and he lifted his head and smiled.
“I love you, Kendal.”
He brushed his lips against hers and she closed her eyes.
“I love you too, Drake.”
Drake lost his only love, Zoe to an accident & he has been celibate & depressed ever since. He sees Kendal, a talented violinist fallen on hard times, playing on a street corner for food money. He entices her to his home, where he tells her how much she looks like his lost ove. He offers to take her off the streets, & proceeds to mold her into the personage of Zoe.
While Kendal appreciates getting off the streets & being able to take lessons again, she balks when Drake wants her to be a concert violinist under his tutelage. She runs away & Drake is again in despair.
It is a long way back for these two to learn how to be together. I usually like Silke’s books & I liked this one. Her characters are always multi-dimensional, interesting & unique. Her settings & story lines are all very different & unexpected. I think you’ll like this one, as I do all of her stories.
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