Page 24 of Nightfire

Before she could say anything, pull back because it seemed clear he wasn’t happy with the kiss, he bent down again and there was nothing tentative about this kiss. He simply opened her mouth with his and explored it.

Another wave of heat went through her. She leaned against him to get as close as possible and it was like leaning against steel. The first time his tongue touched hers Chloe shuddered.

He must have felt something too because he tightened his strong arm around her back and, lifting her, walked two steps to the wall.

There was no discernable change in his breathing when he lifted a full grown woman, one-armed. The change in breathing came a few seconds later, after her back thudded against the wall and he moved closer to her, as close as the wall was at her back, without ever lifting his mouth.

The kiss became heated, pure sex—sex with their mouths and not genitalia, but it was just as hot, just as exciting and it had the same effect on her vagina. Each stroke of his tongue made her clench tightly between her legs, a reaction she was utterly unable to stop.

Not that she wanted to. She wanted him even closer, though that wasn’t possible. Her arms around his neck tightened and she lifted herself up to his mouth, craving the feel of him everywhere. She felt his every breath through her mouth, against her breasts as that incredibly wide chest started bellowing.

A foot stepped between hers, then two. His thighs somehow opened hers up and then his entire groin was plastered against hers and…oh God.

Right against her belly she could feel it. Feel him. Big and thick and hard. What was happening to her every time his tongue touched hers, was also happening to him. Where her vagina contracted, his penis moved, became impossibly longer, thicker. He was grinding against her, mouth to mouth, chest to breasts, groin to groin, setting off a friction that ignited her inside. Each move he made inflamed her more and more.

Her eyes were so heavy she couldn’t open them. Though she’d like to see his face, there was no question of opening her eyes. Her body didn’t want to see him, it wanted to feel him. Feel all that massive strength and heat, concentrated on her, feeding his heat into her.

The kiss went on and on and on, as she moved into a place without time, where there was just an endless now, glowing with heat.

Mike reached down to the hem of her skirt and placed his hand on the outside of her thigh. His hand was so huge it covered an amazing amount of skin. The skin of his palms was rough, she could feel the nylon catching as he slowly brought his big palm up and up.

His entire body jerked when he realized she wore thigh-highs. Chloe had always hated the tight restriction of panty hose and was glad of it now because when his hard palm moved up over the lace at the top of her stockings, he touched her bare flesh and she shivered, goose bumps breaking out all over her body, which was crazy because she was also steaming hot.

At the feel of bare flesh, he stilled, and lifted his mouth. Oh God, was she supposed to open her eyes? Because it was so hard to do. Almost impossible. Her head felt loose on her neck. She was upright simply because there was the wall at her back and Mike Keillor at her front, otherwise she’d fall down.

She opened her eyes when a second passed without Mike kissing her. It wasn’t easy. Her lids lifted slowly, as if lead weights were attached to them. All she could see was Mike’s face filling her entire field of vision.

He was watching her closely. Maybe to see if she’d object to him touching bare flesh?

Foolish, foolish man.

Chloe lifted herself up a little and placed her mouth on his. Mike drew a deep breath, the air coming from her own lungs, then plunged into her. It was the only possible word to describe the feeling that he possessed every inch of her.

He pulled back a second. She wondered why then felt cool air against her thighs. He’d pulled up her skirt so that when he leaned heavily against her, she could feel every hard inch of him.

His hips pressed hard against her, thighs opening hers until somehow, as if by magic, as if by some heavenly alignment, his penis was right against her vagina, opening up her lips, rubbing against her…there.

She whimpered, the sound lost in Mike’s mouth. She was entirely his, completely without willpower or volition. His mouth ate at hers, his shoulders curved in to her like some powerful wall of flesh. He moved his hips against her in short, stabbing movements, hands lifting her hips against his.

He gasped, tilted his head, tongue moving deeply in her mouth. She could feel the heat of his penis through his briefs, his trousers and her own silk panties. It burned, his penis hot, moving fast, moving exactly where all her nerves were so raw it was as if he’d switched on an electrical current right…there.

She was on some vast ocean of pleasure, warm and honeyed and filled with joy. And then, the ocean rose, lifted, became a huge wave coming at her, closer and closer, faster and faster…

She gave a cry that was lost in his mouth as her body exploded in a burst of heat coming from her thighs, but spreading fast throughout her entire body, her vagina contracting sharply in uncontrollable pulses so strong and sharp they were almost, but not quite, painful and spread throughout her, down to her fingertips and toes.

She’d shot way out into outer space and came floating back down slowly, in swooping motions. Everything that had been a heated rush slowed and cooled. Gravity reasserted itself, she felt the floor under her feet again. Eyes closed, she sighed.

Amazing. Everything about that had been just amazing. The best experience of her life. As a matter of fact, nothing else had ever come even close.

Mike lifted his mouth from hers.

She sighed again and opened her eyes and received a shock.

Mike did not look happy. He looked as if he were in pain.

“I’m sorry,” he said tightly and her happiness disappeared, just like that. Like flipping a switch.

“You are?” Chloe whispered, appalled.