Kate breathed deeply, unsure of what transpired.
It had all happened so fast.
The words, the mouth on her skin, the need that built up so divinely inside of her. She couldn't quite believe that she had just allowed the most magnetic, tempting offer to walk up the stairs and go home; without her.
Still tipsy from the wine, Kate made her way back to her husband and to an uneventful drive home. Richard tried to make small talk, inquiring her opinion of the new deck they were to build this summer.
Kate gazed out the window, staring at the passing blur of headlights. She dreamed of soft lips, blonde hair, hands and thighs. Of want and pure hedonistic lust that had somehow consumed her pulsing thoughts. Caroline had moved into the forefront of Kate's mind and little else mattered.
Once inside their home, Richard removed Kate's coat, placing his hands around her from behind, and rested them on her stomach. "You looked so beautiful tonight, Kate."
Richard softly kissed the back of her neck, the place her seductress had been not thirty minutes earlier. If Kate closed her eyes, she could almost pretend the lips belonged to someone else. Richard's hands moved upward, under her black sweater, cupping both breasts. His intentions were clear. Kate thwarted the attention with an excuse of a headache. Too much wine, he would understand.
It was clear, she needed to see Caroline again. Breathe her, belong to, and submit to her.
Dejected, Richard headed downstairs to watch a movie. Hurting him like this was so difficult for her. Their own sex life was vibrant, and exciting. Richard was gentle and attentive. Their love-making was always passionate, although this evening, Kate experienced a whole new idea of what her sexuality could possibly mean. Caroline's mouth on her neck, the fierceness of her touch, and intensity of her eyes. Kate felt the same throb between her legs begin to pulse again.
As she walked up the stairs, a familiar ping and vibration of an incoming message resonated in her hands. She looked down at her phone:
I haven't been able to stop thinking about how delicious your skin tastes.
Kate stared at the phone, shaking, staring at the words, reading them over and over.
Another text appeared
Touch yourself, for me, tonight.
Good Lord, even in a simple text message, Dr. Caroline Elliot commanded attention.
Kate began to type, many times, but backspaced and erased each time she thought she had a clever response. But the truth was, she wanted Caroline's hands and mouth on her, and nothing she could respond would encapsulate how immense the need was growing inside of her.
Feeling slightly more confident, Kate finally replied:
I want you to touch me.
Kate threw the phone on the bed, disrobed and hurriedly turned the hot water on. Caroline
She stepped inside and allowed the water to cascade around her. Reaching for her favourite body wash, she liberally poured the fragrant creamy solution in her hand, and continued to smooth it over her torso. Kate closed her eyes, water pouring down her face, still light-headed from this evening's wine; her thoughts full of just one thing - Caroline Elliot.
Kate imagined Caroline's hands were her own, her fingertips gently touching her face, sailing down her neck. Oh, the expertise Caroline employed with her mouth and tongue on her neck earlier. Kate shuddered, remembering how lost she became with her body melded so fucking close to hers. And that exquisite torture of feeling Caroline's warm breath in her ear…
Kate's hands followed lower, grabbing each of her breasts, squeezing gently at first, then with more pressure; her thumb and fore finger finding her hard, aroused nipples. Caroline's mouth
Kates breathing became deeper, a low moan escaped her mouth. Caroline.
Kate leaned against the shower wall, and let her right hand slowly travel lower. Her fingers carefully found her most sensitive area. Hot water, slow and deliberate circles, laboured breathing...Caroline
Thoughts of her beautiful wet mouth, her fastidious tongue, roaming hands and fingers. Kate was seconds away from having what was perhaps the most intense moment of pleasure she had ever achieved. The thought of Caroline's mouth between her legs was the last image she remembered before a cataclysm of awakened nerves rained over Kate. Breathing heavily, letting the moment linger, another wave of arousal poured from her being. A staccato of electrifying sighs and groans. Caroline.
Weakened, Kate turned the shower off, grabbed a towel, and dried off. She saw her image in the mirror and felt a combination of guilt and pleasure. Walking over to her bed, turning her night lamp on, she settled in and returned to her cell phone.
Three messages awaited
My office at 3:30.
Wear that little black skirt you had on last week
I want my tongue inside of you.