The Hungerby Claudia
Lightning forked over the lake, and I automatically counted the seconds
until I heard the mumble of thunder. Ten miles or more. It would be a
little while before the center of the storm reached us.
I crept from my room, across the hall to Kade's door and stood there for a
moment wondering if I was doing the right thing or making a big mistake.
I reached down and placed my hand on the knob, that when finally turned
would bring me to him. I turned it slowly and entered his room with the
thunder, the sound drowning out the click of the door latch. But he didn't
hear me or see me. I knew though that he could feel me there, for I could
see his shoulders tighten with sudden awareness.
The thought that we were so attuned to each other might have worried me
if I'd given much consideration, but I wasn't in a contemplative mood at the
moment. I watched him turn slowly. He'd left only one small lamp burning
beside the bed, and the pool of its light fell far short from where I stood,
but his eyes were adjusted to the dimness, and he had no trouble seeing me. I
stood there against the door, in my white gown and pale hair stark against
the dark wood.
I stayed where I was, letting my eyes adjust to the light. Looking at him.
He watched me as my teeth were worrying my lower lip knowing how difficult
it had been for me to come to him. He heard my soft little catch of breath,
heard it change to a gasp of shock when lightning slashed across the window
behind him and at that moment I realized that he wore not a stitch of clothing.
Thunder rolled across the room, and he had me in his arms before the echo
of it faded, sweeping me up against his already aroused body, his mouth
swallowing my startled cry. For the space of a heartbeat, I was stiff in
his hold, and then seemed to dissolve against him, my slender body pliant
and giving.
Wrapping his arms around me, Kade lifted me off the floor, crushing me
against his hard frame. His tongue plunged into my mouth, tangling with
mine, tasting my response, tasting the hunger.
By the time he'd walked with me to the bed, he could feel the breath
shuddering in and out of me. My fingers were wound in his hair, my back
arched to press the fullness of my breasts against his chest. He flattened
one hand across my bottom, lifting me up so that the soft core between my
legs cradled his erection.
Lightning exploded outside, closer now, the thunder rumbling on its
heels, drowning out the roar of out heartbeats, swallowing a soft cry of
surprise as he eased my legs apart, sliding his aching flesh between my
thighs, supporting me so that I straddled him. The slick moisture of my
arousal soothed even as it made the ache worse.
He tortured us both by easing his hips back, then forward again, a
teasing hint of what was to come. My head fell back, my breath leaving me
on a sob. He could see my taut thrust of my breasts against the fabric of
my nightgown. There was something wildly erotic about him holding me like
this, a heartbeat away from completing our joining and seeing me still
clothed in prim white cotton.
He felt my knee lift against his hip and knew that he could have me
right here, my long legs wrapping around his hips as I lowered onto his
arousal. I let the image roll through my mind as his hand slid downward,
drawing my knee higher on his hip, his fingertips brushing the damp juncture
of my thighs. He could feel the shiver that ran through me at the light
touch. I'd know it would be like this with him, known the passion would
explode between us, known how I'd respond to his touch.
With a soft groan of regret, Kade eased me down. The hunger was too great
this time, too powerful for us to try anything exotic. Later, we promised
ourselves as he dragged the nightgown over my head. Once the initial hunger
was slaked, there'd be time for us to fulfill every fantasy we'd had during
these endless weeks of waiting and wanting. But this first time, I wanted
to be stretched out beneath him, my hair spread across his pillow, just the
way I'd imagined a hundred times.
I whispered his name as he eased me onto the bed, following me down, his
chest abrading my swollen nipples. I wanted him to taste me, wanted his
tongue to explore the indentation of my belly button, wanted him to taste the
dampness between my thighs, to hear the cries of pleasure as he brought me
to a peak with his mouth and tongue.
But I parted my legs, wanting us to become one, Lightning lit the room
as my knees came up on either side of his hips, my soft whimpers urging him
to complete our union.
Later, we promised ourselves. Later, there's be time for everything
else. This first time, the hunger was too great, the need too powerful. This
first time, there was no room for anything else but slaking the elemental
hunger that gnawed at both of us.
He caught one of my hands in his, lowering my fingers to where our
bodies almost joined. In the darkness, he saw my eyes widen as my fingers
closed around him.
Any uncertainty I felt was only momentary. I eased forward, and thought
I'd surely die from pleasure as my soft folds yielded before the blunt
pressure of his erection.
My heat and dampness enfolded him. I closed my eyes and ground my teeth
together as he eased himself deeper into my soft sheath.
I was trembling with a sudden, completely unexpected and purely feminine
fear. He was so much bigger than I was, stronger, more powerful. There was
something a little frightening about the strength, that power. For a
panicked second, I wanted to tell him I'd changed my mind. I wanted to
slide off the big bed and flee to the safety of my room. But the thought of
stopping, of not finding out what lay at the end of this path we had started
out on, was more than I could bear.
"Please, don't stop" I whispered against his throat. I hardly knew what
I was asking for.
At the sound of my plea, I felt Kade still against me, and for an instant
I was afraid he was going to stop after all. With a whimpered protest, I
arched my hips, taking him deeper. Kade groaned, a low guttural sound of
pleasure.
"Easy," he whispered against my temple. His voice was hardly audible over
the hiss of the rain outside. "There's no need to rush."
There was a need. I was burning up inside, trembling against him. Kade
caught hold of my arms, sliding his hands down until his fingers were
wrapped around mine. I murmured a protest as he pressed then to the pillow
on either side of my head.
"Look at me."
As if I had a choice. His eyes glittered in the thin lamplight, and I
had the odd feeling that it would be possible to lose my soul in his eyes.
But it wasn't my soul that concerned me at the moment.
My gaze locked with his, his hands still holding mine, he flexed his hips
forward, completing our union with one heavy thrust, filling my emptiness
with his solid presence. I forgot how to breathe.
Nothing could have prepared me for the incredible feeling of invasion,
the sensation of my body stretching to accommodate Kade's, of sharing myself
so intimately with this man. With an inarticulate sound that could have been
protest, could have been welcome, I arched beneath him, not sure whether I
was trying to throw him off or take him deeper.
Kade groaned, a low, tortured sound from between clenched teeth, as he
sank fully within me. I was as tight as a glove around him, all heat and
dampness. I knew he could feel the faint ripple of tiny muscles as they
adjusted to his presence.
I gasped as he eased back, and slid forward again. He lowered his mouth
to mine, drinking in my soft moans, tasting them more than hearing them.
The storm outside seemed to have stopped directly over us, and the sound of
the rain was a constant roar. Or was that the blood rushing in my ears.
Lightning flashed almost continuously, illuminating our two figures in
the wide bed. Kade had left the window open a crack, and the smell of rain
and damp earth mixed with the musk scent of sweat and sex. Kade's big body
arched over my slender form, his slow, steady movements becoming less
measured as I struggled for control of the moment, struggled for the release
I could sense just out of reach.
Tension coiled inside me, tightening with every move Kade made until I
felt as if I might burst. The pleasure was so intense it hovered on the
knife edge of pain. Kade slid his hands under me, his fingers digging into my
bottom as he lifted me into thrusts, controlling the rhythm, controlling my
uncertain movements, giving me what I sought.
A bolt of lightning ripped through the air just outside the window. As
the fierce, blue-white light slashed across the room, I saw Kade's face above
me, the skin tight across his cheekbones, his eyes glittering. And then the
tension within me snapped abruptly, and the resilient waves of pleasure
convulsed my body.
Thunder crashed a heartbeat after the lightning, and the room rocked with
the force of it. Or was it the bed rocking with the force of our loving? I
neither knew or cared. Instinctively, I brought my knees up on either side
of his hips, taking him deeper still, as my nails dug into the taut muscles
of his back. And then he was shuddering in my arms, his harsh groan of
fulfillment all but drowned out by the sound of the storm.
We stayed like that entwined in each other arms...content at just
listening to the other breath and the pelting of the rain against the
window, spent from our night of passion.
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