Perfect Strangers

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

He slipped a hand into hers and nuzzled into her from behind, placing small open- mouthed kisses along the back of her neck, his other hand motioned in erotic circles on her hip. She threw her head back onto his shoulder and moaned as she frantically battled to get the key into to the lock. Moving his hand from her hip and continuing to kiss her neck, he placed it over hers and helped to guide the key. “Calm down, Juliet,” he whispered.

“That’s a little hard to do right now, when you’re setting the whole of my body on fire,” she mumbled, pushing the front door open with her foot and breaking away from him. He charged in the door behind her, slamming it shut with the back of his foot and wrapping his arms around her waist, he picked her up causing her to screech aloud and laugh.

“Put me down.” She laughed heartily.

“I can’t do that, Myla.” He replied, laughing he expertly managed to turn her around and throw her over his shoulder. He strode up the staircase with ease, two steps at a time and playfully slapped her behind causing another laugh to echo around the expanse landing.

A door flew open and Stanley appeared in the doorway. With his chest heaving up and down, he dabbed a handkerchief over his forehead. “Christ, you scared the bejesus out of me,” he panted. “I thought someone was getting murdered.”

Kai stood Myla to her feet and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “I’m sorry, Stan, we were just messing around.”

“No bother. I’m off out now anyway, it’s Victoria’s wish that we go and check all the last-minute wedding preparations with Jack and Grace,” he replied with a grimace.

“Have fun,” Myla joked. She moved from Kai’s hold and headed towards their bedroom door, with Kai snapping at her heels like a dog on heat.

Locking the door behind him, he walked to the middle of the room and stood still, his head cocked to one side and his hands sat loosely on his hips as he watched her become like a woman possessed. She kicked off her heels, then proceeded to tear around the room, shutting windows, drawing the blinds, and finally closing the curtains. She’s nervous. He watched as she began shakily undoing her dress. “Don’t, Myla,” he rasped. She dropped her hands and looked at him questioningly.

“I want to be the one to remove your clothes,” he said. She clamped her thighs together and watched his eyes darken a fraction, the sexual hunger seemed to ooze from his every pore. Gulping she dropped her eyes to the floor, turned away and began playing with something invisib

le near the dressing table.

Taking one giant step towards her he latched his hand on to her wrist and pulled her close to him, “I see you’re nervous. Don’t be,” he whispered. He walked her backwards into the nearest wall, her shoulders connected with the drywall and a gasp flew from her lips. Her brown doe eyes locked on to his heated ones and she raised her chin to look at him, they radiated two things, passion, and lust. Her throat became coarse and dry as she drank in the burgeoning longing radiating across his face and a reckless thrill suddenly began to race through her. Pulling her arms up above her head, he locked his fingers in hers and pushed his chest against her, pinning her in place. “If at any point this is too much or you change your mind, Myla; you tell me and I will stop.”

Her heart began to thrum loudly in her chest when his breathing changed to match her own, she found her vocal chords had failed her and all she could do was nod in agreement. He leant in and kissed the soft spot on her throat causing a surge of desire to flow through her in an instant. Moving her head to expose more of her neck for him, she whimpered as she started to tremble with the wonderment of what lay ahead.

“Close your eyes and concentrate on my touch,” he breathed.

This was the moment when everything between them changed. He pushed his hips intimately towards her so she could feel what she was doing to him, and she let out a deep moan as she relaxed, pushing her own groin wantonly back into him. Her eyelids opened to see a flirtatious grin, wide on his face, the sight of which made her stomach somersault. She felt her chest rising and falling dramatically under his influence, and parting her lips, she swept her tongue across them causing Kai to hiss through his gritted teeth. Letting one hand go, he quickly cinched both her wrists with the other hand, still above her and slowly undid the buttons on her dress, then pushed it open to reveal a black lace bra and a tiny black G-String that barely covered her shaved womanhood. She had had that date with a razor after all!

“Jesus, Juliet,” he growled before he took her mouth with his. His lips were soft, and intoxicating, and she instantly felt giddy when he murmured against her mouth. Unlatching his hand from her wrists, he brought them to the sides of her neck and deepened the kiss, his tongue sensuously dancing with hers. Letting one hand drift down the contours of her figure and over the curve of her ass, he pressed himself into her again.

Kai made her feel desirable, and it was a feeling that was alien to her. She had never experienced such an all-consuming sexual desire like this before. Casper had been a selfish lover, it was only the ‘wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am’ type of sex. He never took the time to get to know her body or learn of her erogenous zones, all he cared about was his wants and his needs, but she rolled with it anyway because she knew no differently, Casper had been her first.

Kai suddenly plunged his tongue into the depths of her mouth, and swirled it erotically against hers, she murmured when his teeth sensually grazed her bottom lip. Kai matched her murmur in total appreciation as he continued to prime her for what lay ahead, and when she felt herself pool between her legs, her senses heightened and little shocks of ecstasy began to ripple through her core. “Kai,” she panted against his mouth.

Smoothly pulling his head away he kissed her nose, “Myla,” he lazily replied with a sinful grin. Pulling gently on the back of her hair, he raised her head up, exposing the smooth skin of her throat and began devouring it in hot-open mouthed kisses. Flattening her palms against his chest, she explored the contours of his physique, her thumbs grazed teasingly back and forth over his nipples until they were hard and he released a deep throaty groan that surged her confidence. Throwing her hands around to his back while he continued to assault her neck, she dragged her nails down the material causing him to jerk closer, his erection now pushed firmly against her thigh. Her head began to feel fuzzy as she became consumed with all these stirrings that he was awakening within her.

“Open your legs,” he mumbled grazing his teeth along the lobe of her ear. Without missing a beat, she moved her stance and widened her legs, sliding her fingers into his hair, she balled them tight and held on to him as all her inhibitions flew out the window.

Bringing his hand from the kneading of her behind around to the front, he traveled it up the inside of her thigh until he reached the miniscule, thin band of her panties and he paused, giving her the chance to stop him from going any further. “Do it, Kai,” she moaned loudly. A sense of relief and pride swirled through him as he closed his eyes. He wanted this, he wanted this so badly, for her. He wanted to give her the most earth-shattering orgasm of her life, repeatedly. His time would come, but for now he just wanted to pleasure her, he wanted to make her weak, to bring her to her knees, until she could take no more. “Please, Kai.” she begged clamping her mouth down on his neck.

Automatically, he hooked his finger into the top of the band and followed it around to the T junction that was sat at the base of her spine. He tugged upwards, hard ensuring that the thin piece of material rubbed firmly against her swollen nub. An almighty gasp reverberated in his ear, spurring him on. He repeated it again, each gasp from her mouth became louder than the last until her gasps turned into erotic moans.

Letting go of the G-String, he moved his hand back to the front and pushed his fingers inside the wet material where he stroked and teased with such a commanding touch, that her orgasm quickly hit her out of nowhere. He felt it coming when she threw her head back and arched her back away from the wall, lifting her leg up and pushing herself even closer to his hand. Her skin became slick as sweat formed and loosening her hold in his hair, she dropped her hands and dug her fingers into his broad shoulders.

“Don’t fight it, Juliet. Let go,” he rasped applying a little more pressure, enough to tip her over the edge.

Her eyes rolled back and she parted her lips as a thunderous roar tore from her mouth and her entire body convulsed in one long bone-shuddering orgasm. He continued to gently tease her, slowing it down as she rode out the wave of pleasure that had left her feeling weak. He felt her body start to give way when she dropped her leg back down. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he held her upright and buried his face against the crook of her neck. “Shit!” he growled in a ragged voice that sounded like gravel. “I want you so fucking bad, Juliet.”

She smiled lazily, her euphoric eyes fluttering open and shut. She felt weak and sated. He’d made her feel this way but now she craved more, she wanted him too. “I want you too,” she purred when he placed a kiss on her bright pink lips. She attempted to unbutton his shirt, but she was a jumble of fingers and thumbs. She tried in vain to focus on stripping him of his clothes through her orgasm-induced vision. He clamped a hand over hers and shook his head. “No, this is about you. I told you I was going to send you into such a state of euphoria, you wouldn’t even remember your own name.”

She ran her nails down his chest and sighed dreamily, a lopsided smile formed on her lips.

“What’s your name?” he murmured, running his hand across her forehead and back over her damp hair.

“Myla,” she said wickedly.