Chapter 11
Amy:
After that near death experience-like moment I suffered through, I finished giving Karma her bath. Have you any idea how hard it is to touch the woman of your dreams and not be able to do anything? I mean, I'm sure I could do something but I can't do it, not even if I am burning hot right now, I can't. I'm in love with her and I just can't rush things; no, I just want to savor the moments; each and every moments that I spend with her. She may have not loved me before but I've love her long enough, and I can still wait. Because, once I lay her across that bed and make her mine, I want that moment to feel so magical and special, in a way that none of us will ever be able to forget. I have the woman I love but I can't rush things with her. It's easy to go run off with a person that you feel absolutely nothing for, and bed them. But, with the woman you love, though excruciating the lust of desiring the dream so intensely, way more than just a fling, you have to be willing to wait. Because, you make love to a woman you love, and you sex the woman you lust. I dry her off and how I wish to be that towel so that my tongue be the material running upon her bare skin. I breathe harder when I circle the towel around her breasts, giving them extra dry advantage.
I purposely forgot to bring her slippers so that I carry her myself, within my arms, and I lay her down delicately across the bed. I put her down and I stand up to gaze downward at her flustered flesh, she is absolutely stunning. I go grab the herbal, coconut scented body oil that I took from my mother's stash in my dresser then I walk over to her side and put the body oil on the bedside table. I sit down on the edge of the bed by her side, unable to detach my eyes from the perfectly sculpted body form of Karma Ashcroft. I bite my lips wondering if my resolution is the best that I've ever taken or the stupidest one – so far. I chuckle to myself as I realize that when it comes to Karma, no decision or realization will ever lack the stupidness thereof; they will neither be ever right or wrong. I may want to love her at this moment, and make her mine but it will be wrong, but I'll bet my precious dear life, nothing will ever feel so right. But, if I don't take her right now, and wait for that special moment, it will be right, but how frustrated the sentiment that I am having right now. But, any fool can tell you is best to choose what is right, over what feels right; no matter how stupid it will make you feel, depending on the situation because, you'll have to give up something you would have rather keep, or used, or enjoyed, or all three. And I'd rather love my lady belle in all the right ways possible.
"You chuckled earlier, what was that about?" she looks to me as I fold her left leg to rise on the bed, giving me better access.
I take the body oil from off the bedside table and I chuckle again, "I was thinking about you."
"Me? What about me?" she asks, her eyes illuminating with the smile that reached them. She is the most beautiful girl that I've seen in my life, and there's no doubt that she always will be.
I take the round shaped lid off its head and I drop a little bit of the densely moist substance in the palm of my hand, "I was thinking of how stupid I feel for not making you mine right now." I rub my two hands together and I lean closer to apply the substance, beginning with her left foot to slowly ascend along the length of her leg.
She closes her eyes, "You're not stupid, we would have been moving way too fast."
"I know, that's what I keep telling myself. I want us to last until we grow old." I go up further up her knee, and then I stop below where I know Karma is a bit ticklish. Her chuckle is almost contagious and I find myself joining.
"You did this on purpose," She says, playfully nudging me with her leg, "Stop it buttface!"
I grab her leg in place before she could attack me, "Hey! You stop it." I place her leg down then I continue massaging a bit more.
I stop a little bit more substance in my hand and rub them together to finally get past her knee to her thigh. I hear her breath hitch when I slowly bring her leg down a bit, forming a large, equilateral triangle with the bed. I massage and move up a bit more as I do, getting dangerously close to her bare center. She looks at me with eyes heeding my every move.
"You have no idea how much torture you are putting me through." She swallows deeply.
By then, I had moved up to the area where her thigh is biologically joined with her center. I try not to touch her but the back of my hand end up brushing the skin of her vulva. I smile softly, a smile full of hidden savagery that is masked by self-control and love, "You can be such a horndog!" I tease.
"How could I not be when you're touching me like that?" she whispers, in between the speedy breaths that seem to want to leave her stranded.
I slowly pull down past her knee to fully move up right near her sex, "And how can I be such a fool to resist you when you speak like that?" I dreamily run my hand back down to her foot before I move up the other side of her on the bed. I was too much on the edge of the bed, so I ask her to widen a bit more, clearly exposing her to the transparent eyes in the room. The reluctance in her motion makes it clear to me that she is feeling uncomfortable.
"You're beautiful Karma," and I do, I do hope that my eyes are linked with the sincerity of my mouth.
She widens her legs even more and I lift it in the same position that I had her left leg. I drop some more substance in the palm of my hand and I repeat my move, this time, slower. I see her stomach rise up and down unevenly, her eyes are tight shut and she is biting her lips as I run my hands up, always, almost getting dangerously close to her sex. It was cruel of nature to make the woman that I am deeply in love with so beautiful and oh, so extremely, sexy. How am I supposed to resist?
I whisper but the deafening silence in the room makes it all the more heated and tense, "You look so sexy Karma,"
I look over her flustered flesh, thinly twinkling with small droplets of sweats, smearing on her body. I am realizing that the temperature may have risen up, "Are you hot?"
She shakes her head no, "I don't feel hot."
I brush her sex with the back of my hand and I see a tight clench within the muscle of her abs, "You are so hot." I bite my lips.
"Your hands feel so good." She licks her lips, "on me…" she breathes.
"Yeah?" I rise off the bed to take off my top. I'm left with my sky blue bra and my boy shorts. I climb atop her, on her waist, below her navel. I reach for both her hands and I pull them above her head, intertwining my fingers within hers as I do. I lower my upper body to her shoulder upon which I chastely kiss, tracing my lips on the outline of her jugular, all the way to her left shoulder. I could feel the pulse within her neck, pulsating against the flesh of my lips and my nose, slightly brushing and breathing on her skin. I hear her pants, slow, tortured pants that she breathes out of frustration and impatience. She even calls out my name in between the shortness of her breaths; and just hearing my name rolling off her tongue makes me want to…I kiss her. I try to combine all of my desired and pent-up frustration that I've felt for years from wanting her. I trail my fingers down her arms slowly and I feel the clenching of her muscles, the tightness of her nipples, the speedy breaths, and the uneven elevation of her stomach. I am taking into account of all the effect that I am having on her. I break away from the kiss, trailing my fingers down to her elbow.
"Are you OK?" I smirk.
She growls, "No! I am so not OK."
"Hush now, you little one." I take the body oil and drop more substance in the palm of my hand.
"Amy…" she whines, "I can't take it anymore."
"Shh! I love touching you." I quickly peck her lips. I rub my hands together and I rest my fingers within her widened palm on either side above her head. I trace them down from her up her wrist, down the underside of her arms, to the fold above her elbow. I run up again, to slowly trail back down, this time further underneath her forearms to her armpit, where she is again, ticklish.
"You may do because you are discovering all of my weakness points." She whines through her heated breathing. It sounded so sexy, somehow, "That is not fair at all Amy Raudenfeld."
I feel her chest pumping when I reach her underarms, "That may be true but also because, you have one of the softest healthy skin that feels good to the touch."
"How do you know I have the softest skin?"
"I'm touching you right now, " then I cough, "and because I've touched a few girls to know." I quickly answer, avoiding her glaring through me.
"So, you've done this to other girls before?" She tries to push me off but I hold her in place with the help of my body weight.
"No, I've done this with you only." I say, and her facial expression softens, "I've done this with just you but I have had my fair share of women Karma."
She purses her lips, "were any of them serious to you?"
I take the body oil substance within my palm to rub, and then I apply alongside the line of her curves, "Well…" around her waist, "I have loved a few but never felt quite like this." I massage further upwards on the surface of her belly, "I have only been serious about one besides you."
"Reagan?" she blurts out, quite regretfully, "I know she was important to you."
I move up under the lines of her right breast, then in between, then down, around the left breast. She further shifts underneath my touch, a slight moan being compelled out of her.
"Yes," I sigh, "Reagan, she was different."
I see her slightly getting annoyed, insecurity filled up her eyes and it pains me to see her so unconfident. "But, I've never quite fallen in love with her like I have fallen in love with you."
She says nothing and just looks at me. I didn't really feel like talking about Reagan, "Let's forget we ever reach to that conversation." I finish oiling her up, "You're all oiled up. Now, you are as smooth as a baby's bottom."
"Get off me… Now I have to relieve myself, thanks to you." she pushes me off gently and make her way to the bathroom.
"What are you going to do?"
She stops, turns around, sending me the sexiest smile that I've ever seen along with that seductive tone that she usually reserves for flirtatious treats, "I'm going to masturbate, thinking of you."
I blink my eyes repetitively fast. She opens the door and closes it behind her.
I slowly get off the bed, hesitatingly walking towards the door. I grip the handle, and I twist it but it is locked. I swallow, "Karma?"
I hear no response.
"Karma?" I call out once more. This time I hear her, but at first, the sound was faint. I place my head sideways against the door, and I hear some low, hard breathing emanating from the other side.
"Karma?"
I hear her footsteps approaching the door and it stops once I see her shadow moving from underneath the door. I place my head sideways, lightly knocking and she responds.
"Oh Amy…" Shit!
She breathes out once more, "Amy…" I rest my forehead against the door, hearing her moan out my name as if it were sex itself.
"Karma…open the door…" I whisper. She doesn't but instead, I hear her moans getting heavier, and her breathing increases in uneven pace.
I hear her puffs out a soft cry, with a desperate tone gradually increasing within its length, "Huh!..."
"Open the door!" I knock louder, "You are driving me crazy…" I breathe.
She moans even louder, and I imagine her touching the parts of herself that is weak to skin contact, and I feel my mouth going dry. I twist the doorknob with a sweaty, palpitating palm.
"Oh Shit! Amy, I'm…I'm…" She pants, her voice losing their way in between her breaths.
"Come for me baby," I whisper, "Let me hear you come…"
She lets out loud, lasting, seductive moans as she screams my name, as she comes. "Open the door!" I feel like I am about to lose it.
"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah…" she cries out, "Oh Amy, baby…"
I grit my teeth tight together, I no longer can restrain my anger and desperation, "Open the fucking door Karma!"
She pants, "I'm coming…"
"Shit! Karma…" I breathe, "Open it…"
She groans loudly until it transforms into this long, sexy heavy moan, "Amy…"
I shut my eyes tight, "You fucking didn't…" I breathe.
I walk over to the bed and I sit down, legs crossed waiting for her to come out the bathroom. I was beyond pissed.
Moments later, she walks out, her face flushed and flesh flustered. I see her dressed in one of my boy shorts. She ignores me completely and walks over to the dresser and takes out one of my gray sweatpants, which is hanging too low below her waist. She's humming an unrecognizable tune without paying attention to my fuming rage. She turns to face me, blinks, then makes her way downstairs, leaving me seething in peace.
After releasing the anger out of me moments later, I walk downstairs to find her in the kitchen, eating the breakfast that I had been preparing earlier. I come up from behind her, gently push her wavy red locks to the front to display a bare neck upon which I breathily caress. I hear her whimper, and the shiver running through her, links within me as my body reacts as well. I suddenly grab both of her breasts in both of my hands, massaging them; roughly, I made her moan my name in seven kinds of sound. I kiss, no, I fucking press my tongue on the skin of her neck, tasting the body oil that I applied earlier. She cries out an incoherent phrase that I know was in Portuguese and which I find incredibly sexy. Heck, everything about her screams sex to me…
"OK, you may have done what you've done and it may have been an extreme turn on, but I am pissed and I don't want to forgive you." I breathe, "But remember this, after I take you out on this date and I make you my girlfriend and I spread you so wide across my bed making your body fluster in fifty shades of red, " my tone keeps getting harsher, breathier, "every fucking one of your orgasms from then on will belong to me…"
