CHAPTER 4: KERRY
As we stopped outside Brett’s block of apartments I opened my eyes. I had been leaned sideways, his hand on my thigh, mine on his chest, trying not to distract him much from driving.
“This it?” I asked, sitting up. I looked out of the window. It was shabbier than I might have expected, and the setting sunshine struck the windows, making them pools of orange against the cracked gray-blue plaster of the structure.
“Mm,” he nodded. “Home.”
His hand slid up under my skirt and I shivered as it stroked past my panties. My breath was coming in gasps now, and I was shivering hard.
“Should we go?”
I nodded. “Yes. Please. Let’s.”
He laughed. He got out and let me out and arm in arm we went in.
The journey up was a blur. We went up in the lift but I couldn’t have said which floor we went to. I was focused on him and the warm body I held in my arms.
We fell out of the elevator together and went to the door of his apartment. My blood was rushing in my ears, my body tensed with excitement. He struggled with the lock and then we fell inside together, breathless and laughing.
He hung up his keys and took off his jacket. I waited in the door. Then he fell on me and we kissed again. His tongue plundered my mouth and my body started to tremble as he held me close, pushing me into his lean hardness.
Then we were heading into the other room of the space—the bedroom.
It was dark in there with the curtain closed before he switched on the light. His gestures were oddly gentle, almost as if he expected that, if he did anything too hard, the whole place would shatter and we’d both disappear. I sat down on the bed.
He whispered my name.
Standing before me, he put his hands on my shoulders and gently drew me in for a kiss. I opened my mouth eagerly and let his tongue probe the depths of my mouth. I wrapped my arms tight around him and held him close. I could feel proof of his arousal and I reveled in it.
We fell back onto the bed together.
I felt his hands run up over my body, reaching for the top of the dress. He was trying to deduce how it came off, I realized. I chuckled and adjusted my position so that his hand could slide behind my neck and draw the zipper down.
Once he had that straightened out, he undressed me with a practiced, professional ease. He worked the dress down over my hips and it pooled on the floor. I was naked on my back before him.
He stared at me. His eyes focused on my breasts, straining at the confines of my lace bra. I could feel his stare on me, more intimate, in some ways, than a kiss. I shivered. He carried on looking for a while, and the arousal on his face and of his body made me tremble.
Reaching out, he very carefully stroked my breast. I gasped as the sensation flooded my body.
I was shaking as his hands stroked me and then slid round, gently searching for the fastening of my bra. When he had removed it, he stared at me.
“Kerry,” he murmured. “You are so, so beautiful.”
I blushed. I was sure the blush had traveled right down my skin from my neck to my toes—my skin is quite pale and flushes dramatically when necessary—and I saw him smile.
“Oh, Brett.”
He leaned in and very gently sucked a nipple into his mouth. I cried out as my nerves tingled and he gently worked it with his tongue, increasing the sensations of sweet flame that flowed through me and set me on fire.
He played with my breasts and then moved lower, drawing my panties slowly down. I closed my eyes as his hand reached between my legs. His touch had always brought me to the very pitch of wonder and, I thought, amazed, now was no different.
“Brett,” I whispered. I was shivering now, his fingers setting me aflame. I couldn’t think, couldn’t feel, couldn’t see. All I was aware of, my whole reality, had narrowed to my clit and the way he touched it.
He didn’t move.
“Brett?” I whispered. I could feel myself about to come, shivering and shaking and heating. I needed him.
He turned. He smiled. “What?” he said.
At some point he had taken off his shirt and I hadn’t noticed. He was bare-chested and sheening with sweat. I reached out a hand to him, feeling my body throb with new need.
“I want you,” I whispered.
That awakened him. Soon he was standing, unclasping his pants, drawing his undies down over his knees. His body was still amazing, if leaner and less full-muscled than it had been. I watched him and felt my need for him grow.
“There,” he whispered.
When he was naked, he knelt on the bed. He parted my thighs. I opened my legs and he knelt between them and, very gently, very firmly, went into me.
I gasped.
It felt good, and right: incredible, as I remembered and more amazing than I could ever know.
***
I could barely believe my luck as I looked down at Kerry. Her beauty had always seemed too good to be true, her playful, funny nature too. And now here she was, beneath me. I was in great disbelief.
How could I be so fortunate?
I knelt between her thighs, and she parted them so sweetly that the blood rushed to my loins. I positioned myself and slipped into her.
I cried out in amazement, unable to contain myself as I entered her. I loved the way she felt on me—warm and all-surrounding and wonderful.
I drew back and pushed into her again and she cried out and her cries were wonderful too, each one of them racing through me and making me feel good. I pushed in and pulled out again, pushed in and pulled out.
She was sobbing now, the sounds I remembered her making, the ones that made me feel so good, so right. I was moving without thought, without sense.
Blindingly, suddenly, my body was shaking and I was gritting my teeth, fighting to hold it back, not let it go just yet…
I came.
I yelled in elation and wonder as the feeling crashed through me. More amazing than a high when you run a race, more fulfilling and satisfying than any race finish could be. I felt my nerves tingle and my brain gave up on trying to record it all, leaving my mind blank.
I lay in her arms.
I came to my senses a minute later. I rolled off Kerry drowsily and lay beside her. She had her eyes closed and she looked as if she cried. I nuzzled over and put my head on her shoulder. She gasped and held me close.
We lay like that, her in my arms, her head bowed over mine, her hand on my arm, and I thought my heart would break. Every part of me felt wonderful. I wanted to stay here forever.
I sat up, grunting as my back hurt a little—the exertion.
“I should clean up,” I murmured.
She stretched and smiled. Her face glowed. It was dark in the room, the light coming from the hesitant gold glow of my lamp, which wasn’t endowed with a great bulb. Her smile lit the dark, cozy space.
“Okay.”
I went lightly through to the bathroom and got some towels and headed back to the bed. She let me clean up and then rolled over, smiling up at me.
She murmured something and I smiled at her.
“What?”
“Brett,” she said. She reached out and rested her hand on my arm. I thought my heart would break. I lifted it and, very gently, kissed her hand. She closed her eyes.
“Kerry,” I said.
She smiled and stretched. Her body was so beautiful, its white skin lit with the lamplight, a perfect contrast to the dark blue bedcover she lay on. I stared at her, drinking in her curves, her pale skin, her power to arouse me as no other could.
She saw me looking and her face lit up. She never minded me staring at her like that—in fact, the way she lay there, I had the sense she liked it. I grinned at her and she smiled broadly back at me, her hair all tangled round her.
I chuckled and lay down beside her.
I reached out and stroked a hand down her smooth side skin. She rolled closer and pressed her body against me. I was amazed, but I felt a hardening in my member again. I wanted her again, even though we had only just made love.
She rolled closer and I lay on my side, the fullness of my body pressing against her. She held me close and I leaned in and parted her lips with my tongue, slowly.
She gasped and wrapped her arms around me and then I could hold it back no longer.
I knelt between her thighs and slid into her again, my body moving in a slow, ceaseless rhythm that made her shiver and cry out as she came.
I came too, again, and collapsed, gasping and worn-out, onto her.
We lay like that for some time, letting the slow haze of amazement lift from us and the gauzy daylight filtering in through the curtain bring us back to the present time.
I moved closer, so that I could look into her face. With her resting on my arm, I knew that there was never anything more wonderful in all the world.
We lay quietly. After a while, she reached out, touching my arm. She looked up at me.
“Brett?”
“Mm?” I said sleepily. I felt good. It felt as if all the tension had drained from me, leaving me warm, safe, and peaceful.
“I feel so good,” she murmured sleepily. “I missed you.”
I bit my lip. Her words stabbed into me. I looked at her and knew myself for a fool.
“I missed you too,” I whispered. “I was an idiot.”
She laughed. “Oh, Brett,” she said. “It doesn’t matter, does it?” she added. “You’re here now.”
I sniffed. “I don’t deserve that,” I said.
She sat up. She looked at me and her brown eyes glowed in the wan light of the lamp. “No,” she said. “You don’t. But I’ll say it anyway. You’re here and I missed you but now I don’t anymore.”
I laughed. “Thank you.” I meant it.
She laughed too and snuggled closer. Her head was beside mine on the pillow, her body warm and cooling off as the evening stretched closer to night.
I watched her settling down in my arms and I wished with all my heart that it was true, what she had said. That it was in the past and it didn’t matter anymore. But I knew differently. I knew that, even if all was well between us, I couldn’t afford to forget about the past. For the simple fact that it was not going to forget about me.
I had to remember. And, that being the case, how could I let her into my life?
It was too dangerous for her.