a known stranger

Chapter 17

CHAPTER 17

Ashley awoke with a start. She was startled to find that she was sleeping in her bra and panties. It was still dark, she felt for her watch which was still strapped to her wrist, rubbing her eyes, she saw the glow in the dark points, it was 3am. She got up from her bed, stumbled out of bed towards her closet.

As she stubs her toe, she hops around holding her throbbing toe. She managed to open her closet, fumbled with the light switch, as her eyesight cleared, she sees her night t-shirt, and grabs it. Just as she was about to be don it, she felt a prickling awareness, she turned, holding the t-shirt to her chest.

Darien was standing in her room, eyes still bleary from sleep, he was still dressed in his evening clothes.

“Are you ok?” he asked

She nodded her head, unable to get her vocal chords moving.

He walked towards her, she stepped back moving into the closet, she was right under the light, it fell like a spotlight on her, she looked up, and looked away as the light stung her eyes, she was still clutching her night shirt to her chest.

She stood motionless, staring at him, as he walked towards her.

Darien could not help himself, she looked so enticing, beautiful, her hair tousled and the light shining on her gave her an ethereal glow.

Then, he was taking her in his arms, he was kissing her, the night shirt slipped from her hands, as she moved her hands to hold on to Darien.

“Ashley, I want you, let me make love to you, now,” he said to her.

Ashley gasped for breath, she says “Yes, Darien, please make love to me,”

He sweeps her off her feet, and walks back to her bed. Laying her down the bed, tenderly, he kisses her again, she had started fumbling with his shirt buttons, he chuckles, and pulls her hands away, holding them up above her head, he continued to kiss and tease her lips.

Then his kiss deepened and his mouth seduced hers with a fierce hunger, his touch designed to ignite a similar response within her. And it did. Who wanted to think when they could feel? And how could anything that felt so right ever be wrong? And she knew, with an absolute certainty, that this was where she was meant to be. With this man, in his arms.

He gets up, and quickly strips off his clothes, Ashley’s eyes widened at his beautiful sculpted body, and shyly blushed as she saw his male organ grow hard and lengthen even more.

She raised her hands to his chest, running her finger tips through the hair that covered his chest. She gasped, as he groaned his pleasure.

His warm hand slid down her body and cupped one full breast, teasing the dusky peak with skillful fingers, the weight of his hard body holding hers down as she arched and writhed beneath him. With a groan of satisfaction he parted her thighs, touching her intimately, a repeat of the other night.

He lifted her knees to encourage his exploration. She moaned, and closed her thighs. “It’s okay Ashley, let me make love to you,” Darien said soothingly, as he came up to kiss her. His long, strong fingers exploring her with a skill that made her gasped against his mouth.

“Darien!” Her whole body ached and throbbed under his sure touch and she twisted and sobbed in an effort to free herself of the desperately delicious feelings he was arousing in her.

Overwhelmed by a sexual hunger that was totally alien to her, she was quivering with anticipation, her whole body crying out for the ultimate conclusion.

Now she knew why her friends, women made fools of themselves over men, how sexual feelings could overwhelm  common sense, but she knew that for her it was more than that. For her it was love. Her growing love for Darien,  that was coming deep within her and, despite him having kidnapped her, holding her here prisoner but only showing her gentleness and kindness, not to mention his undeniable skill in making love, it was love that drove her.

“Ashley, Ashley”, groaning her name, he kissed her deeply, his mouth trailing slowly down her body making her gasp and writhe as he seduced her still further with his lips and tongue.

Moving down the bed, he tasted her and found her more than ready: but it pleased him to hold her back a little longer; knowing her pleasure would increase if she would only wait. She called to him during all this time with little whimpers of desire; which he answered by parting those swollen lips to find the receptive little bud trembling in anticipation of his touch. At the first lash of his tongue she shrieked his name. He caught her as she bucked and held her firmly in place, to make sure she derived maximum pleasure from the experience.

 Far from subsiding in his arms when it was over, she clung to him and begged for more.

'Of course, my darling. . .’ With his appetite, it was hardly likely that one night with her would be enough for him.

Having protected them both, he slipped a pillow beneath her hips to tilt her into the most receptive position. Moving over her, he paused. The anticipation of sinking into that warm, throbbing flesh was so intense he wanted to hold back and savour the moment, but she wouldn’t have it and; drawing up her knees as far as she could she looked at him plaintively. He feasted his gaze on her face, “Are you sure?” His voice was urgent and very male and she could barely breathe for wanting him.

“Yes,” She moved under him, her breathing unsteady. “Yes, very. Please…..”

Before testing himself inside of her, they both exhaled sharply, which told him that neither off them could possibly have predicted this bliss of sensation.

He lowered his head and kissed her, capturing her mouth with his as he positioned himself, obviously unable to wait even another moment. With infinite care and gentleness he entered her, giving her time to adjust to his strength and size before pushing deeper.

He withdrew completely only in order to enjoy entering her again. He went deeper this time, milking her slowly and gently, conscious that he was stretching her.

When he thought he might be hurting her he stopped, but she urged him on, clamping her fingertips onto his buttocks and working with him.

“Please Darien.. .don't stop now”, she begged him when his impulse was to soothe her. But she was very tight, and he was very large, which made him move with the utmost care. Finally it seemed she relaxed again, and as her pleasure built her mouth fell open, and it pleased him to hear her scream in ecstasy.

He could see she was consumed by pleasure as he set up a regular pattern. He stared deep into her eyes to ensure she enjoyed this on every level. Her answer was to urge him on, straining to meet every stroke he dealt her as she closed her muscles around him to draw him deep.

It was more important for him to please her than he could possibly have imagined as he wanted to wipe her near rape experience from her memory and leave her with this divine feeling of mutual love and satisfaction.

Mindless, she clung to him feeling the sheen of sweat on his powerful shoulders, aware of his harsh breathing, as uneven and ragged as her own. Then he released her from his weight and rolled over, taking her with him, his arms still wrapped around her possessively.

Risking a glance at him, she saw that his eyes were firmly closed, thick dark lashes brushing his incredible bone structure.

Relieved that he didn’t walk to talk, she nestled closer to his hard body and allowed herself to relax against him, not knowing if this was probably the only time she’d be able to do so. For the rest of the night she could still pretend that everything was fine.

But everything wasn’t fine. Not really. After tonight how could anything ever be the same again?

Tomorrow she was going to have to face reality….