Love Me

Episode 15

Instinctively she moved closer to him, opening her mouth beneath his,

responding joyously and passionately to his kiss, naively believing that despite

everything that had happened he must care for her after all; he couldn’t be

kissing her like this and not do so, could he?

Innocently she pressed her body even closer to his, shivering in ecstatic

pleasure as she felt her own response to his nearness. Beneath Jack’s shirt, her

breasts swelled and hardened; blissfully she anticipated David touching them caressing them.

David.’

His name was a soft plea whispered against his lips, her tongue-tip delicately

touching them, exploring, tasting. She could feel him shuddering against her

and, greatly daring, she darted her tongue into his mouth, seeking and then

finding his, motivated, driven by instinct rather than knowledge; but the effect of

her innocent exploration on David was so explosive that initially it took her off

guard, half shocking and wholly exciting her. His hands started to move

possessively over her body, down her back, shaping her waist and then moving

lower to urge her lower body even closer to his as his tongue lunged repeatedly

into the soft moistness of her mouth, carrying her inexorably to the point where

she no longer had any control over either her emotions or her physical

responsiveness to him, teaching her just what a world of difference existed

between her own shyly tentative exploration of his mouth and his passionate

male possession of hers.

Against her body she could feel the hard outline of his, and her whole body

burned with virginal excitement as it registered and recognised the sensual heat

of his physical arousal; the reality of what was happening between them rolled

over her, engulfing and totally possessing her as she gave herself up willingly to

its domination. She wanted to see him, touch him, taste him, absorb the reality

of him with every single one of her senses. She wanted, needed, craved, to be

fully a part of him; to have her whole body melt in the heat of their mutual

passion so that she could be totally absorbed into him. She wanted...

With a small moan she wrenched herself away from him, her whole body

trembling as she looked into his eyes and told him, begged him, David... Not

here... I want... Take me to bed...’ she whispered, her face flaming with the

directness of her own request. But there was pride in her eyes, not shame, as she

looked at him. Why should she feel ashamed of loving him so much? After all,

he was the one who had kissed her...held her...

Kelly...’

The unexpected harshness in David’s voice unnerved her a little, but she refused

to pay any heed to it. Instead she walked up to him and, holding his eyes, very

deliberately reached out and touched his body, intimately, there, just where she

could see the way his arousal, his erection, was straining against his jeans.

She felt his reaction jolt right through him, as though her touch had burned

him, but the drift of her fingertips had been as light as the wings of a butterfly.

‘You want me, David,’ she whispered shakily, ‘and I want you...’

And then, without waiting for his response, she turned her back on him and And then, without waiting for his response, she turned her back on him and

walked very slowly and very deliberately to her bedroom door.

Once there she turned round and looked at him gravely.

He was still standing where she had left him, his face unfamiliarly pale, his

eyes blazing with...

Quickly she looked away and then, before her courage could desert her, she

tugged open the buttons of her borrowed shirt and shrugged it off.

Standing still and naked in full view of David whilst he watched her in silence

was probably the hardest thing she had ever had to do, she acknowledged, but,

somehow, doing it made her feel strong and brave and very, very womanly.

There was an odd glittering brilliance in David’s eyes, and her stomach muscles

tensed as she saw the way his jaw tightened as he looked away from her.

David...’ she commanded softly.

Kelly, for God’s sake...’

Ignoring the tough grimness in his voice, she turned her back and walked fully

into her small bedroom. Seconds later he had followed her there, slamming the

bedroom door shut as he bent to retrieve her discarded shirt.

‘Here. Put it back on,’ he ordered curtly.

Kelly looked at him.

He was standing just over an arm’s length away from her and she could see

that despite the hardness of his jaw his body was still aroused.

Uncertainly she licked her lips, tiny flames of excited nervousness flicking

along her spine as she saw the way his glance followed her involuntary

movement.

‘You put it on for me,David,’ she whispered provocatively, taking a step

towards him, and then another, and then, before she could stop herself, she

discovered that she was the one looking at his mouth, and then at just where...

She heard him groan, saw out of the corner of her eye Jack’s shirt as he

hurled it away and then, blissfully, she was in his arms, her naked body pressed

close against his fully dressed one as he covered her face, her throat, her mouth

with hot, fevered kisses.

In his arms Kelly shivered in mute delight. Every nerve-ending in her body

was singing in joy and triumph.

‘Oh David... David...’ She whispered his name ecstatically as she wrapped her

arms around him. ‘I want you so much... I love you so much...’ she told him, but

she doubted he heard the words because they were silenced before she could

properly form them as he continued to kiss her.

‘I want you to take your clothes off,’ she told him huskily when she finally

could speak. ‘I want to see all of you, David... could speak. ‘I want to see all of you, David... I want...’

There was a hooded and unbelievably exciting look about his eyes as he

stepped back from her and started to comply with her shy demand, never

removing his glance from hers as he thrust off his clothes, his shirt first,

revealing the hard-muscled expanse of his chest with its male pattern of silky

dark hair. Kelly caught her breath as she watched him. She had seen his bare

torso before, had seen him in fact wearing little more than a pair of swimming

shorts, but somehow this...this was different. Then his attitude towards his own

semi-nudity had been laid-back and totally sexless; now...

Kelly licked her lips a second time as she caught the burning look he was

giving her.

His jeans followed his shirt and her stomach quivered, her heart leapt like a

spawning salmon. Against the stark whiteness of his boxer shorts his skin

gleamed, warmly tanned, and his body...his maleness...

Quickly she averted her eyes, suddenly conscious of her inexperience, her

naiveté, her virginity, but her self-consciousness was quickly forgotten, swept

away in a dizzying tide of longing and excitement. In another handful of

seconds, less, she would be free to do what she had longed to do for what felt

like for ever, free to look, to touch...to...

David...’

Helplessly she closed the distance between them, rubbing her face blissfully

against the soft warmth of his chest, breathing in the male scent of him in

bemused adoration before shyly pressing her closed lips to his skin.

He felt so good, smelled so good; tentatively she opened her eyes and then her

mouth, licking exploratively at his skin. In her ear she could feel the rapid

increase in David’s heartbeat. His arms tightened around her and then, suddenly,

he was picking her up, carrying her over to the bed, laying her on it, touching her

skin, stroking her body, kissing her in all the ways she had imagined and

showing her at the same time just how far short of the wondrous reality her

imagination had fallen.

In his hands her breasts swelled and ached, her n*****s taut, begging to be

touched, kissed, sucked.

Unable to stop herself, Kelly started to moan softly as his mouth tugged

gently on her breast, her body arching, twisting, filled, driven by such an

intensity of need that she herself was lost in it.

David

Frantically she moaned his name against his hot skin, touching, licking,

kissing as much of him as she could reach. David...now...please...now,’ she heard herself demanding, even though part of

her mind wondered just why she felt so overwhelmed by her own sense of

urgency, by her own need to have the hot male strength of him buried deep

inside her. She just knew that she did.

She could feel him touching her intimately with his fingers as he kissed her

but she pushed them away. Everything that was female and intuitive within her

urged her to reject something that was only a substitute for what her body, her

nature, her essence, demanded, instinctively refusing a satisfaction which could

not give her what nature had designed her for.

No completion, no conception could take place through what he was offering

her and her body; her senses, her nature demanded what they believed was their

due.Without any previous experience to guide her Kelly responded to her own

instincts, lifting her hips, rubbing herself against him, moaning her urgent need

until she felt David’s hands move to her hips, holding her, lifting her as he finally

moved against her.

A small tremor of shock made her gasp out loud, her body tensing and her

eyes widening as she felt the reality of his body within hers. She had never really

thought about the practicalities of sex...and he felt so...so male...so...so big...

She felt him check slightly and saw him frown, saw the recognition of her

inexperience, her virginity, dawn in his eyes, but as he tried to draw back from

her Kelly wrapped herself around him, holding him, and then it was too late;

then his body took over, demanding the satisfaction hers had been promising it.

It was everything and more that Kelly had imagined—bliss,

heaven...perfection, even if afterwards, as she curled up happily next to David, she

did feel slightly sore... Slightly sore but oh, so deliciously pleased with herself.

She was a woman now. David’s woman... They would be married at Otel Place, of

course, and Javk would give her away... Happily she drifted off to sleep.

In the morning when she woke up she was in bed alone, and at first she

thought she must have dreamt the entire incident, but when she went padding

into her living room she found David standing there fully dressed, staring out of

the window. Overjoyed, she rushed over to him, flinging her arms around him,

but instead of responding as she had expected, instead of turning round and

holding her, kissing her, picking her up and carrying her back to bed, he firmly

disengaged her arms and pushed her sternly away.

‘What is it? What’s wrong?’ she demanded, not understanding. ‘Last night—’

‘Last night was a mistake,’ David interrupted her curtly. ‘It should never have happened and I wish to God.