Sweet Harmonies (24 page)

At the point when she had actually begun to
nod off several times as she was sitting up, her guitar on her lap,
was when she realized that it was definitely time to surrender to
her physical limits, admit defeat, pull her hair up in a loose
knot, climb into her nightly sleeping uniform of boxers and a tank
top, and hit the sack.

She pulled the sheet and comforter up to her
chin, and sighed in pure bliss as she began to, finally, drift off
to sleep after what had officially become the longest and weirdest
day of her entire life.

She had just entered alpha state, that
luxuriant place where one drifts carefree and weightless between
sleep and wakefulness, when she was jolted upright by a loud
pounding on the front door.

She jumped out of bed, livid, and ran down
the stairs without even pausing to pull on a robe and slippers.

“
I'm gonna kill Sam,” she growled with
murderous intensity as she approached the front door, and then
flung it open, screaming, “I didn't answer my phone because I was
SLEEPING!”

Her rant died on her lips and her eyes
widened as she took in the sight before her, which was a rumpled –
yet still gorgeous – Ryan, standing on her stoop, hair disheveled
and sneaker laces hanging loose and untied.

He gave her an ironic half-smile, “Good thing
I didn't call, then.”

She laughed ruefully, and opened the door
wider, motioning him inside.

“
If this is a bad time...” he
waffled.

“
Nah, don't be silly,” she said, still
a little grumpy but her mood improving second by second, “I thought
you were Sam.”

She walked into the living room with Ryan
following her, and flopped down on the overstuffed, comfortable
couch that faced the wall of windows looking out over the valley of
Hope Falls.

Ryan halted as she did this, mere steps from
the couch himself. He was stopped in his tracks by her casual,
effortless cuteness. She wasn't trying to look good, she wasn't put
together, nothing about the way she moved or looked was calculated
or planned right now. She was wearing men's boxers and her
disheveled hair was falling out of a ponytail on the top of her
head, which had itself fallen askew, for God's sake!

And yet, in spite of all of that or possibly
because of it, she looked more adorable right now than he had ever
seen her look – or any woman look, for that matter.

Karina yawned and stretched with cat-like
grace, her arms reaching above her head, the motion pulling her
tank top up to reveal the bare, smooth skin of her belly, starting
low on her hips, just above her panty line.

Ryan swallowed, with difficulty. His mind was
filling with thoughts again, and all he could see was an image of
himself crossing to her, leaning down and kissing the flawless
exposed skin of her belly as he pushed the fabric of her tank top
up over her perfect breasts and continued the trail of kisses
upward, stopping only when he reached her pert nipples, which would
of course be hard for him by that point.

He saw himself taking his time with each hard
nub, teasing it with the stiff end of his tongue before sucking it
into the velvety warmth of his mouth, toying with it, suckling,
swirling...

“
So, what's up?”

Ryan was abruptly snapped back into the
present by the sound of Karina's sleepy voice as she rubbed her
eyes, completely and innocently unaware of his lascivious thoughts
of mere seconds before.

Unable to speak, he stood still, wracking his
brain to remember why he had driven over here like a bat out of
hell in the middle of the night. How the hell was he supposed to
think when she was sitting there, looking like a Christmas present
just waiting to be unwrapped?

Karina glanced over to see why he wasn't
answering and did a double take when she saw his intense
expression. She opened her mouth to inquire, but the words died on
her lips as her eyes drifted downward and spied his noticeable hard
on.

Her mouth twisted into a mischievous smile
and her eyes twinkled as she said, “Oh, OK, I see. That's what's
up.”

Displaying again her effortless feline grace,
she slinked to the edge of the couch in front of where he was
standing, carefully positioning her knees on either side of his
legs, her face precisely at eye level with his bulging package.

She moved her hands slowly and sensually up
over his thighs over his jeans, feeling the muscles in his legs
tense beneath her touch. She smiled to herself. She liked that, she
liked that she had that effect on him.

Her hands continued their steady movement up
his body, slowly traveling on either side of his erection, arriving
finally at the top of his jeans. She let her fingers slide
inexorably inward until they met at his top button.

She methodically freed each button on his fly
until it was completely undone, and his large manhood popped out of
his pants right in front of her face.

She bit her lower lip and looked up at him,
“Commando,” she whispered, a small smile playing at her lips, “I
like it.”

She looked back down at his engorged member
and licked her lips. Seeing her do this gave him such a jolt of
arousal that his erection visibly twitched, and Karina laughed
happily.

“
Ooo, somebody's happy to see me!” she
squealed in delight.

“
Karina,” Ryan said in a strangled,
warning tone, “What am I going to do with you?”

“
I've got a few ideas about what I'm
going to do with you,” Karina responded as she wrapped her delicate
hands around his thick steel-hard shaft and lightly squeezed as she
pulled both hands up towards her, all the way from the base to the
tip of his throbbing manhood.

Ryan threw his head back as a loud groan
escaped involuntarily from his throat.

Karina felt a surge of power thrill through
her. It was a heady, empowering feeling to have such a primal
effect on him. Riding the high of that sensation of power, she
leaned forward, opened her mouth, and gently but forcefully took
him inside her and began to swirl her tongue around him as she
applied ever-increasing suction.

After she felt that he was at the brink of
being able to handle that an instant longer, she drew her mouth
back, never breaking the suction with her lips, and toyed with just
the head of his penis with her tongue, flicking it and caressing
it, before finally sliding her mouth down to the base again.

She began a steady rhythm of pumping her
mouth up and down on his shaft, base to tip, again and again, over
and over, in and out, in and out, in and out – until Ryan felt sure
that he would lose control from the sheer pleasure of it.

Karina slid her hands around under his jeans,
gripping his backside, and controlling the rhythm of the strokes,
prolonging Ryan's pleasure but also his agony. The longer that
Karina's silky yet insistent mouth moved steadily up and down, the
more desperate he felt to explode. He didn't know how much longer
he could hold out.

Finally, he realized that he was on the brink
of having no control whatsoever, and he cried, “I'm gonna
come...oh, yes, Karina, I'm gonna come...”

He wanted to warn her in case she wanted to
remove her mouth in time, to bring him over the edge with her hands
instead, but she showed absolutely no interest in doing that. If
anything, her mouth only became tighter around his shaft, her
movements more frantic and intense.

He threw his head back, closed his eyes, and
surrendered himself to the pleasurable release of orgasm. He felt
his muscles spasming, he heard himself groaning, and he felt
Karina's deceptively strong hands holding him in place so that he
stayed firmly in her mouth as he unloaded.

He looked down at her after he finished, and
stroked her hair tenderly as she licked him clean of any trace of
his juices.

When she was done, she tenderly placed his
manhood back into his pants and buttoned him back up, her movements
gentle and loving.

She then gave his newly re-assembled fly a
little pat and looked up at him.

“
That wasn't so bad now, was it?” she
said with a wicked little grin.

He exhaled and wiped the sweat from his brow,
smiling back at her, “Far from it.”

Still smiling, she started to swing one leg
around him, obviously aiming to stand up, but he caught it in the
air.

Karina laughed as he held her leg aloft,
“Ryan, what are you doing?”

He grinned and set her leg back down where it
had been, “What are YOU doing?” he volleyed back, dropping to his
knees.

Her eyes widened as he gently cupped his hand
under her lower back, teasing her up slightly from the couch, and
then tugged down her boxers, revealing a tiny leopard print
thong.

“
Meow,” he chuckled.

Karina, sounding a little concerned, said,
“Hey, Ryan, seriously, what do you think you're doing here?”

He looked up at her and grinned, “Returning
the favor.”

She smiled appreciatively but regretfully and
started to shove him away by the shoulders, “Oh, that's sweet.
Honestly, I appreciate it. But I don't really care for that very
much...”

His eyebrows raised but he didn't budge under
the pressure of her hands attempting to shove him backwards.
“Really?” he inquired skeptically.

She looked uncomfortable, “Yeah, I mean...I
like it, don't get me wrong...but in the context of sex, you know?
When we're both all hot and steamy. But to just sit here and have
you...ya know...it feels kind of weird.”

Ryan looked thoughtful, and began slowly
trailing his fingertips over her inner thighs and lower belly, “OK,
so you don't like the power imbalance.”

Goosebumps started to pop out on her skin and
her breathing began to become more shallow, but she tried to hide
this in her voice as she spoke, “I guess you could say that. I just
don't like the idea of being totally out of control while you have
all your senses about you, ya know?”

He nodded, trailing his fingers around the
edges of her panties, and watching her nipples rise to attention
underneath her thin tank top.

“
Kind of like what just happened a few
minutes ago,” he observed conversationally as his fingers increased
their work and Karina began to squirm underneath his hands, “Except
that in that case, YOU were the one in control.”

She nodded, unable to respond.

“
And you seemed to enjoy that well
enough.”

She nodded again, breathlessly, speech still
eluding her.

He pushed her legs open wider before him, and
ran his thumb up and down, repeatedly and insistently, over her
moist mound, on top of the playful leopard fabric. This caused to
her to moan and throw her head back, her hands scrambling to grasp
the couch cushions.

“
Yes, alright!” she cried, unable to
control the convulsions of her hips and torso, “I like to be in
control! I admit it, so sue me!”

Ryan burst out laughing and said, as he
pulled her panties down in one swift movement, “Oh, sweetheart.
You're going to need to get over that.”

With that, he dipped his head and engulfed
her entirely in his mouth, his tongue darting in and out of her,
his lips teasing the pert little button that was her pleasure
center.

“
Ooohhhh...” she moaned, burying her
fingers in his hair as his mouth worked, “Oh, Ryan,
yes...yes...”

She dug her heels into the floor and raised
her hips, rising up to meet his tongue, pressing herself into him
even more intensely.

He drew his head back slightly and laughed,
“Oh, no you don't, sassy girl. I'm in control of the rhythm this
time.”

He lowered his head and shoulders again and
lifted her thighs, pulling her hips forward on the couch and
placing her legs over his shoulders. His tongue went to work on her
again, and he raised his gaze to hers so that they were looking
directly into each other's eyes as his tongue and fingers teased
her ever closer to the precipice.

He slid his hands up, pushing her tank top
about halfway up her torso. Catching on quickly, she reached down
and tore it off, exposing her belly, breasts, and upper chest – all
of which were flushed with arousal. This turned him on so much that
he licked and sucked at her even more furiously, causing her eyes
to roll back and her to throw her head back on the couch
cushion.

“
No,” he said, removing his mouth from
her tender flesh just long enough to give her a short directive in
that commanding tone he adopted, the one that she had found out in
his office had such an intense erotic effect on her, “Open your
eyes and look at me. I want to be looking into your eyes when you
come.”

With great difficulty, she tore her eyes open
and locked her gaze onto his, watching his mouth move in between
her legs, watching her own belly heave and convulse as his tongue
sent waves upon waves of ecstasy radiated upward from her core,
watching as his fingers massaged her now-exposed nipples.

Suddenly, a wave of pleasure so intense
ripped through her, causing her to arch her back and scream, an
intense, sharp, horror-movie-heroine-esque scream that she wouldn't
be surprised to find caused the neighbors to call 911.

This was such an unusual experience for
Karina, who could usually feel herself building up to an orgasm as
it approached, and in truth, usually had to help push it over the
edge, either with her own fantasies or her own fingers.

This orgasm was an entirely new experience.
This was so much more than just the physical climax of arousal that
she was used to experiencing, this was an all-encompassing,
soul-ripping, bone-shattering, body-electrifying sensation.

For only the second time in her life – the
first being in the office with Ryan a mere two days before – Karina
completely lost track of her surroundings and circumstances,
totally unaware for a few blissful seconds of where she was, who
she was with – hell, of her own name. She was aware of nothing but
the pure physical and metaphysical bliss she was being carried away
on.