Chapter Six of Kerry's Raine

Chapter Six

He got back to her place much later than he had intended. There had been cattle out when they had arrived and it had taken time to get them all in and the fence repaired while Terrance had parked the truck and wagon inside the barn where they usually stored equipment and then put out the hay and grain for the cattle. He didn’t even get a chance to call her and let her know he was still coming because he had lost his cell phone somewhere while making sure the cattle were taken care of, he was hoping that she would still welcome him when he showed up at her door, exhausted, muddy and incredibly sore as the lightning from the storm forked the sky again and again.

He was soaked by the time he made it to her door, knocking and waiting for her to come to the door he smiled to himself as he thought of her in the tub with him. When the door finally opened he saw that she was still wearing the shirt and skirt she had been earlier and she looked so delicate, so lovely with the lights of her house blazing behind her that he couldn’t speak.

“Come in silly, you must be freezing standing there in the rain like this.” Opening the door wide she closed it behind him and taking his hand she guided him to the bedroom. “Let’s get you into the tub before you catch your death or something ok? I’ll bring you something to eat while you’re soaking.”

In the doorway to her room he stopped her. “Kerry, you don’t have to do that you know, I can wait until I’m out of the tub to eat.”

“No, I know you worked hard today so now you just have to relax and do what I tell you to.” Standing on her toes she pulled his head down for a quick kiss. “Now, that bath is ready so go on in and I’ll be there in a minute, go relax.”

As she walked away he watched her, admiring the gentle sway of her hips as she moved with an unconscious grace that few could match and he wondered once again if she had ever trained to be a dancer. He turned and walked through her bedroom, silently noting that she had no family photos anywhere in her house, he was going to have to ask her about that someday.

He had never been in her bathroom before, he realized as he walked in to what appeared to be a jungle of plants and dramatic green and gold colors. It was strange but no matter how often she’d called him to come and fix something for her, of how often Summer had had him come here to do something for her she had never let him into this part of her house. Fascinated he stared at the glass shower, partially covered by some sort of vine that wound its way down the trellis she had leaned against the glass and he was trying to identify the different scents and plants that had gone wild in this room when the low rumbling sound caught his attention.

He pushed aside a curtain and stood and stared at what he saw behind it. He had to admit that it was the two small trees growing in her bathroom that surprised him the most, but the fact that this part of her room was up against the trees and all glassed in made him wonder how he had never noticed it before. In the middle of the two trees, the ferns and other plants that were growing here there was a tub that was sunken into the floor, almost flush with it actually and was surrounded by smooth black tile that was shot through with gold. It was a Jacuzzi tub and the jets were on full with the steam rising to coat the glass above with steam even as he saw more lightning from the storm through the glass.

Carefully he stripped, folding his clothing and setting it off to one side as the steaming, moving water seemed to call to him. His leg flashed with painful protest as he lowered himself to slide into the welcoming water, the old scars still pulling at the rest of his skin as though they were fresh, making him wince and then sigh as he felt the relaxing heat of the water begin instantly to ease the sore muscles of his body.

He lay back in the water, letting it come up to his chin as he immersed himself in the heat and felt one of the jets pulsing water onto his right thigh, making short work of the tense muscles there and he sighed as he closed his eyes.

“You know they say that being in a body of water in a storm is just asking to get struck by lightning right?” Her voice was soft and low, seductive as she moved into the room carrying a tray with a bowl of stew, some bread and two glasses of wine.

He moved to get up, not wanting her to feel like she had to take care of him. “Let me get that for you.”

“No, just stay there, I’ve got it all handled.”

And she did have it all handled, he had a feeling that there really wasn’t much that she needed from anyone, him included and that thought disturbed him more than he could say. She knelt by the tub her skirt flowing out over the tile in a pool of white, the contrast startling as she leaned to hand him a piece of bread and then pulled it back with a smile as instinctively his hand reached out for it, dripping with water from the tub.

“I need to get up, this isn’t going to work.” He grumbled, putting his hand back in the water as he stared up at her.

“Oh it will, you just need to move over here for a second and let me be in charge.”

“You want to be in charge huh?”

“Of course, wouldn’t you if you were in my position?” He would too, and she obviously knew it as well as he did. Knowing what he would want to do if she were in this tub while he was bringing her food he smiled and then moved over to where she knelt, watching her stretch out on the tile as though it were the most comfortable thing in the world, the bread still in her hand.

She held the slice of bread to his lips and he took a bite, smiling and shaking his head as he chewed, enjoying the look of pleasure in her eyes as he ate from her hand. “So are you trying to tame me with food?” He said after he had swallowed.

“No, not that, never that.” Reaching out she placed the bread to his lips again, her eyes almost a grey as she looked at him, her face serious. “There are some things in this world you ruin if you try to tame them, it’s best to just care for them as they are.”

Was it a warning? He wondered as she fed him. Bite by bite the bread and stew disappeared as his body relaxed. Sip by sip the red wine she had brought in helped to ease the sore muscles in his body as they shared it and he watched her, trying to figure her out, trying to understand why it was now, after three years of knowing each other that she had chosen to be with him and he had to wonder how long she would let him stay this close to her.

“Still hungry?” She asked as the last bite of stew was gone and the bowl sat empty on the tray.

“Not for food.” He replied and held his hand out to her. “Come in, the water’s just right.”

She stood and for a second he was afraid she was leaving the room. But she only picked up the tray and set it out on the vanity in the other part of the bathroom, bringing back one of the wine glasses that was somehow full again. Placing it next to the sunken tub she undid the knot in her shirt and let it fall to the floor, her skin pale in the light and the sight of her small firm breasts making his hands feel as though they were literally itching to touch her. She lowered her skirt, revealing her rounded hips and thighs, the smooth skin of her legs and the even smoother skin at the juncture of her thighs where he suddenly wanted to place his lips, kissing her there until she cried out in pleasure.

“Damn you are so beautiful, I can’t even think.”

“No, I’m not but thank you.”

She stepped into the tub, and then lowered herself to sit next to him in the steaming froth of water as he opened his arms for her. She curled up against him, her face pressed against the side of his as he ran his hands over her skin, loving the feel of her there against him. Closing his eyes he was content to just lie there in the water and hold her close, and he found himself once again praying that it wasn’t a dream that he was going to wake up from because he couldn’t bear to lose what was happening between them.

When she turned his face to hers for a long slow kiss he let her do as she pleased, let her take control of what was happening, the way he knew she wanted to. The food, the wine, the heat of the tub and her kiss all combined to make him more comfortable and relaxed than he had been in years and for a few hours he knew he would be able to think of nothing but her, and the world wasn’t going to fall apart because of it.

Her hands roamed his body, exploring him as he lips brushed over his face that was damp from the steam that surrounded them. Lightning flashed in the sky again and she jumped a little, shocked by the sound of the thunder that seemed to shake the glass around them. At his murmured question, she shook her head no, she didn’t want to get out of the tub and she went back to caressing him as though his body was something she wanted to memorize by touch alone. He knew that feeling, that want, for he wanted to do the same with her.

“You are so not the average man.” She actually giggled in his ear as her exploring hands finally touched him where he needed her to, her slim fingers wrapping around the hardened flesh between his legs and stroking it with the same slow rhythm that she had used before, driving him crazy with the need she built inside of him.

She moved to place herself over him, but he stopped her with the sudden grip of his hands on her hips. Her eyes opened wide as the lightning flashed again and the thunder shook the house as he shook his head no.

“What? You don’t want…” He silenced her with another kiss, hard and deep as his lips and tongue plundered her mouth that tasted of the wine they had shared. While he had her distracted with the kiss he shifted their positions and then slowly raised her out of the water until she was sitting on the edge of the tub, her buttocks sliding a little on the black tile and as he pulled away from their kiss her lips were parted, her eyes wide with surprise at where she was sitting.

“I’m hungry.” He was not surprised that it came out as a growl, his voice echoing a little in the room.

“Do you want…”

“I want you to lie back, let me have you.” He pressed against her shoulders until she finally lay back against the tile, her body open to him and her legs dangling into the water.

Kneeling in the water he spread her legs wider, his fascinated gaze roaming over her pale flesh against the black sparkling tile, the contrast making her look as though she wasn’t even real, perhaps some ghost of his imagination. His hands moved over her, cupping her breasts for a moment as she closed her eyes in pleasure, her nipples hard against his palms, pressing against them as she moved into his touch.

“You like that.” He whispered, remembering how she had done that earlier when they had been together.  She nodded her head, not opening her eyes or speaking.

Dipping his head down he trailed kisses along her belly, his tongue delving into her belly button to lick the water away that had pooled there. There were marks on her belly, on her hips and just above her pubic bone, small marks that he knew most women had after having a child, but as far as he knew she didn’t have any children, saying nothing he simply traced the fine lines in her skin with his lips, stroked with his tongue the small scar that lay just under her belly button, enjoying the catch of her breath as he loved her with his mouth while his hands moved low to caress and massage her legs.

She was panting, more than ready for him as he finally lowered his head to those sweetly shaven lips, to that soft pink flesh that he wanted to taste. He parted the soft folds of her there with his hands, blowing his warm breath across her flesh and her hips rose in reaction, glancing up at her he saw that she was watching him, her neck bent to hold her head up and her face expressionless but for the fact that she was holding her bottom lip firmly in between her teeth once again. Opening his mouth slowly he licked, his tongue trailing a line from her wet opening to her hard and swollen clitoris, making sure she saw his every move and how much he enjoyed what he was doing to her.

He was going to kill her, she decided, and she was going to love every single second of the pleasure of it. The cool feel of the tile on her back, the warmth of the water and the heat of his mouth and hands on her had her shaking, wanting to cry out with the pleasure of it, but she kept her lip between her teeth literally biting back the groans she wanted to utter. As one of his long thick fingers slid inside her he began to suckle lightly on her clitoris and try as she might to arch her back to bring her hips closer to him it was impossible on the slippery tile, she had to just lie back and feel what he was doing and it was an exquisite torture for her.

Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him tighter to her as he tasted her with slow licks and light kisses, wanting her to cry out for him, something inside him needing to hear her cry out in passion. She was so wet, hot and soft that he was having a hard time restraining himself from burying his body deep inside her, knowing now how she felt surrounding him. Suckling harder now on her clitoris, rolling his tongue along it over and over again he held her in place with one arm as she writhed on the tile, her hands now helpless at her sides as her thighs began to shake.

“It’s too much, too much.” She finally cried out, her teeth chattering as she shook with the feeling of what he was doing to her.

He lifted his head for a moment, his fingers gently stroking that hard nub of flesh he had been stroking with his tongue, not wanting the heat inside her to lessen. “Kerry. Kerry love, just relax, let go.”

“I don’t think I can, not like this.” She whimpered as another tremor shook her thighs.

“Yes you can Kerry, just trust me.” Watching her face, he went back to stroking her with his tongue while she writhed on the cool tile and the thunder echoed in the room, lightning streaking across the sky as she gasped for air.

Minutes, seconds, she didn’t know and she couldn’t care, caught between sensation and need. Each streak of lightning in the sky somehow timed with each wave of feeling that she couldn’t hold back, fight off, and as she stared up at the night sky she found a glory in the flesh that had been lost for her in many ways so long ago. His words ‘let go’ echoed inside her with the thunder and she did; her spine bowed, her hips jerking against his mouth and fingers as a deep and loud moan came from her in a long wail that to her seemed never ending as the lightning feel of her release ripped through her again and again, the thunder rippling inside her as the sensations went on.

Her cries echoing against the tile, against the windows and in his mind he rose above her. On his knees in the water he held her hips tight and he slid inside her before the last of her orgasm had finished and when he drove himself deep inside the slick heat of her convulsing sheath she cried out again, her inner muscles tightening around him as her body shook. Slowly he moved inside her, watching her, oh how he loved to watch every expression that crossed her face, showed in her eyes.

“Raine…please…”She moaned, reaching her arms out to him as he rode inside her, above her, just out of the reach of her searching fingers.

He knew what she wanted and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up until she was almost sitting up, the angle of his hardness inside her making then both gasp and go still. She shifted her hips and he held her, when she put her hands back against the tile for support he kissed her, moving slowly inside her once again as he murmured soft words against her lips.

With her whispered encouragement he moved faster yet, the water in her whirlpool tub sloshing up and over the edge with the force of his movements as she gripped him with her legs, her ankles locking around his hips. It wasn’t long before the feel of her around him, the feeling of her slick heat so tight where his skin was so sensitive had him gritting his teeth and groaning as his orgasm started. He tried to pull out of her, the thought of her getting pregnant occurring to him now as it hadn’t earlier in the day but she wouldn’t let him go, her strong legs pulling him closer as her inner muscles contracted around him again and she cried out in pleasure, her own relief not to be denied as he shook with the force of his own, kissing her lips as he was still hungry for the taste of her as the last of the satisfied shudders came over them.

After a moment they separated, leaving the tub and drying each other off as the flashes of lightning outside grew infrequent and the sound of the thunder became more distant. They didn’t talk, just dried each other and then walked hand in hand to her big soft bed.

“I really didn’t know you were such a religious man, I’m kind of surprised.” She finally said as they lay together, her cheek pressed to his chest as he held her curled up against him, warm under the silky sheet that covered them.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh it was all that praying you were doing earlier, it made me realize how religious you really are.” He felt her smile and he tipped her head up so that he could look at her, giving her a half-grin as he saw the mischievous light in her eyes.

“What praying?”

“Oh, you know, the whole ‘Oh God, oh God, Oh God.’, that you were doing just about fifteen minutes ago. It impressed me, really.”

Seconds later she was laughing hysterically as he tickled her, both of them rolling around on the bed in what he called a ‘tickle war’. Their little war led to kisses and the kisses led to another example of his religious devotion as she knelt over him and took his hard member into her mouth, enjoying the sounds he made as he lay there beneath her, loving the feel of his hands in her hair as he called her name when the hot and salty pulse of his release filled her mouth and he drove himself helplessly between her soft lips.

They fell asleep with her curled up on top of him this time, his arms around her holding her tight as he finally succumbed to the weariness that was inevitable. Her hair was the only blanket they had this time and he for one couldn’t think of anything better to have covering them.

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