Chapter 7

Crescendo

Even before he opened his eyes, he knew he was somewhere unfamiliar. The bed he was laying on was firm but padded, a much better mattress than his own. The smell of wood burning mixed with the sound of rosin popping indicated that there was a fireplace, a dead giveaway that this wasn't a familiar bedroom. He didn't know anyone that had a fire place in their bedroom. And there was another smell, a light, fruity smell, the smell of a woman's perfume. I smelled that perfume earlier... where? Kiara's. Kiara was wearing it

House started to stir and immediately realized that something strange had happened-- he hadn't felt this good in years. Reaching down, he grabbed his leg and gasped. The pain he had expected when he touched the leg wasn't there.

What the hell? Where's the pain? Open your eyes and look, come on—open your eyes!

The muscles in his eyelids twitched, but they didn't open at first. He tried again and soon he could see a sliver of light where his eyes had opened slightly. But, once again, he couldn't sustain consciousness. His mind sunk back into the black for another half hour. When he woke the next time, his eyes opened easily and he looked around. He felt invigorated, invincible, almost as if he was on cocaine. He could smell her next to him; it was the smell of iron mixed with the smell of her sex. It didn't make sense.

How can I smell her sex from where I'm lying?

The light was brighter, his surroundings sharper; there was no doubt that his senses were heightened.

Did she drug me?

House turned to look at her again. The rise and fall of her breasts was slow, but uneven. Her skin was a translucent white with blue veins running like rivers across the pale landscape. She was beautiful lying there. She was so vulnerable.
Without any conscious thought, blood rushed to his sexual organs. His engorged penis throbbed in anticipation of conquering her. Desperately trying to resist his urge, he felt himself losing to his uncontrollable craving to possess her. There was no denying this urge, this need for her body. But it was more than a desire for sex; he needed to connect with her.

House placed a tentative hand on the fabric of her dress directly over her breast. Feeling the roundness rise up into his hand as she breathed only added to his desire. Trying to pull away, he found his hand slipping down to her thigh without any conscious thought behind it. His fingers curled around the hem of the skirt of her dress, hiking it up to her waist. He caressed the fleshy part of her thigh as his erection pulsed with excitement, the feel of her smooth white thigh under the long palm of his hand sent more waves of longing, an undeniable hunger to take her.

His blood was racing and he could no longer control the urges coming from some primordial place in his head. He rolled into a push-up stance over her body, hovering-- not touching her yet. Looking down on her face, she was still unaware, her breasts rising and falling quietly. He tried to will her to wake up; he didn't want it to be like this, but there was nothing he could do; his body didn't respond to his conscious effort to stop. There was no control; there was no stopping. He pulled her dress up to her waist and tugged at the string bikinis around her bony hips. The string pulled apart in his hand. He crumpled the panties against his nose and then threw them on the floor.

Grabbing his pulsating organ in his hand, he pushed it up against the lips of her sex to make them part. Her lovely face was blank. Breathing deeply, House whispered, "Forgive me," before plunging fast and deep inside of her.

His mind exploded into sensations he had never had before. His organ was so sensitive he could sense every ridge inside of her, feel the pulse of her muscles against his penis and smell the mingling of their body odors. It was almost too much for his mind and body to take in at once. House wondered if anyone ever died of too much pleasure.

Dear Readers. I know this is a short chapter so stay tuned. I'll try to get back this afternoon and post. Thanks for reading and for your reviews...they encourage tme to go forward.