Chapter 24

Desiree was going nuts laying so close to Burke and trying not to notice him. The impossibility of pretending to sleep when he was so close was utterly ridiculous. She turned on her side and shut her eyes tightly, trying to force herself to sleep. The covers rustled and Burke moved. Desiree cautiously opened her eyes and found him staring into hers. She sucked in a breath and waited; both of them stayed silent, unmoving as they stared at each other like two frightened animals.

“Can’t you sleep?” he whispered.

“No,” she admitted, shaking her head against the pillow.

“Why not?” he asked.

He was so close; so warm... She went with the truth. “I keep thinking about you.”

She lowered her eyes to his chest and watched the rise and fall of his breathing for a moment.

“Me, too,” he confessed. She looked at him again, catching his eyes as he gave her a faint smile.

“It’s... I... want...” She could have kicked herself for being so tongue-tied around him, but she was so afraid of scaring him off, she didn’t know at all what to say. She didn’t know him well enough, either, to know what he wanted her to say, so that left her in a curious predicament.

“It’s okay,” he said at last. “It is hard to be this close and not want to... I mean, I drove all this way to see you... And I’m happy to see you, I am. I’m glad. I’d be happy to leave here with nothing more than your smile, but honey... that doesn’t mean I don’t want more. It also doesn’t mean I expect more.”

“I know you don’t,” she said quickly, clasping her hands tightly together and holding them under her chin. She was trying to keep herself from acting too fast, from doing something impulsive that she’d later regret. One of the only good things that had come from her past ordeal was that she’d finally learned the virtue of patience. She actively tried to be more cautious, and she was convinced it would serve her well. She tried to think of something smart to say.

His hand stretched out in the dark to rub her shoulder lightly. She gave him a small but encouraging smile and scooted a few centimeters closer to him. He scooted, too, and together they inched their way toward the middle of the bed. She held her breath as he looked in her eyes, pools that now reflected silver moonlight as they sought answers in his face. He kissed her slowly, his lips dropping down softly to hers, delivering the gentlest of touches. She kissed him back with equal tenderness, trying to let him lead, to not be too forward. Slowly their bodies melted against each other, and his arms enveloped her as his mouth covered hers again and again. Every time their lips met, her heart pounded with longing for more—more kisses, more caresses, more of everything he had to offer. She could not be satisfied until she’d tasted him fully; her body was awake now with need and desire, and she would crumble if he denied her in any way. She forced herself to go slowly, maddening though it was.

Desiree threaded her fingers into his hair and smoothed the short tendrils down upon his head. Her lips met his and she felt the tip of his tongue flicker against hers. She tilted her head slightly, opening her mouth to him as she bent her knee to his. His hand went to her waist while the other came up to cup the nape of her neck, pulling her closer still. Their knees bumped together, as did their chests, but that necessary friction between her thighs was still being denied. She longed to know if he was erect, if his passion had been stirred as hers had, if he was needing more than just a few light kisses, but his hand on her waist kept her steady. Unless she brazenly put her hand on him there, she could not know exactly how his body was responding to her affections. He kissed her again, purpose meeting, yet unhurried. She wondered if he knew was she was thinking. She wanted him to touch her body, to touch her breasts, to touch her everywhere. She wanted him to rip off her nightgown, shred her panties, and fuck her till daylight assailed them. She wondered if he knew how wet she was getting just from being so near him. She wondered if he would take her tonight, and if she would finally get to feel his cock in her cunt. She begged him silently, her fingers hugging him tightly as she pressed her lips to his and offered him her mouth.

His hand wandered from her waist, sliding up along her rib cage tentatively. She wanted him to touch her breasts; her nipples ached for the stimulation. She was disappointed when his hand slid back to her waist.

She broke from his kiss and gasped breathlessly, “I want...” and closed her eyes, hoping she would not have to finish that sentence.

“Yes?” he asked, tucking his hand beneath her chin and tilting her head upward. She opened her eyes and gulped.

“You,” she said simply. She kissed him this time, damning herself for her impudence.

He didn’t shrink from her as she half-expected. Instead, he took her into strong arms and she finally got to feel his desire through their respective layers of clothes. She moaned softly in his mouth and arched her back, hoping he would touch her breasts. What she really wanted was to be naked with him. What would he say if she took off her nightgown? Should she wait for him to remove it? Would he want to see her naked? She wanted to see him naked; she was sure of that...

She rubbed herself lightly against the bulge in his boxers and elicited a hiss from Burke. She instantly froze, unsure of whether that was a good noise from him or a warning that she was going too fast. Then he began kissing her more ardently, and she relaxed in his arms. He shifted her just barely, so slightly that she was hardly aware of what he was doing until his body covered hers. Then his hand started low at her knee and slid up along her slender thigh, hitching up her nightgown as it progressed. Her heart fluttered wildly inside her as she waited. His fingers stopped just millimeters below her pantyline and rubbed a circle on her skin. She parted her legs slightly, urging him to fall between her thighs. He obliged her for a second, then pulled back to look at her in the semi-darkness of the room. She waited, her breathing abnormally shallow as her body shook with pent-up lust. She swallowed, watching him flick the hem of her nightgown and wondered what he was thinking.

He looked up into her eyes again and said pensively as he raised her nightgown a few inches, “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” she whispered back, nodding her head eagerly. She tried to calm herself, but her panties were soaked through, drenched with her need to have him in her. Any minute now he would discover how badly she wanted him; what would he think of her then? She didn’t think about it. Instead she raised her arms and helped him slip the nightgown over her head, leaving her bare breasts to shine in the moonlight. He leaned down and kissed her again, his hands covering her full breasts, shielding the nipples from the chilly air. His thumbs helped them to hardness, and she longed to return the favor. Her hands explored his chest, finding hard pecs that led to hard abs that led to his boxers. Therein she found the ultimate rock-hard muscle, and rejoiced when she touched it. Burke hissed at her again and she immediately withdrew her hand. He sat up, looking at her as he fingered the waist of his boxers. He seemed to be considering something, perhaps even seeking her approval for the next step. She nodded at him a little and hooked her thumbs in her panties, pulling them down and slipping them off over her ankles. She tossed them to the floor, leaving herself completely naked before him. Burke quickly shed his boxers and lay down atop her again. She found his shyness compelling and hugged him tightly. He kissed her again on the mouth while his fully hardened cock leaked precome on her stomach.

He pulled back suddenly and looked at her with a pained expression in his eyes. “I don’t... I shouldn’t have...”

He started to sink away from her and Desiree made a grab for him, saying, “What? What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t... I didn’t think... I didn’t plan ahead.” He looked woefully sorry about this statement, but she was bewildered.

“What? It’s okay... I want this... I promise you, I want this as much as you do,” she added silently, maybe more...

“I don’t have anything...”

The impact of those words finally hit her and Desiree tried to think it through.

“Me, either,” she admitted, thinking how strange it was that she didn’t have anything on her. “That’s so funny. I never used to go anywhere without a condom.”

He looked mortified, so she quickly added, “I... was trying to be careful...”

He nodded slowly and stroked her hair. “Maybe we can... I mean... I can go take a cold shower or something... unless you think your brother would mind.”

“He might,” she said, “and besides... I don’t want you to take a cold shower.”

She was playing dirty now, but she was so needy with desire that she didn’t care. She put her hand on his cock and stroked him slowly. He hissed again, his eyes closing as his hard cock lay in her palm.

“I need you,” she whispered, wriggling down to his waist-level. “I need this...”

She opened her mouth and licked the tip of his cock with her tongue. She took him in, tasting the head as she slowly sucked her way down his shaft. His hand trembled in her hair as she licked his cock methodically, accepting him as deeply as she could. He was harder than a rock and she knew he would come soon. She needed to have him in her before then. She removed her mouth and watched as the dazed look drained from his eyes.

“I need you,” she said again, laying back against the pillows and spreading her legs. He moaned and crawled up between her thighs, his cock finding her slick, wet hole immediately. He penetrated her in one fell stroke, giving her his full, hard shaft as she gasped and grabbed his shoulders. She rocked up against him as he brought his cock into her again, giving her every long thrust that she adored. She was so wet, and he was so hard. She brought her hips to his again and again more quickly, faster and faster, begging him with whimpered moans in the sheets. He held her tightly, his balls bursting with the ache of fullness. He kissed her mouth, trying to sustain their erotic fuck, but unable to keep himself from coming.

She moaned hard as he started to spurt inside of her, his cock spasming as her body clutched at him, her walls stroking him as he thrust inside of her, hard and panting, putting his full strength behind his plunges. Her toes curled as she came, release spinning tears of joys from her eyes as her soul shattered with the intensity of the gratification that raked her body from head to foot. She cried out his name, her pussy encasing him with wet come that wasn’t all her own; his come she wrung from his cock as his balls emptied his essence into her, shooting in long strands of brilliant, decadent pleasure.

He finished coming in her creamy pussy and held her close, his naked body joined to hers as they gasped for air. He wanted to stay like this forever, and morning be damned. He kissed her softly on the mouth, and had no words to speak.