Read The Lethal Encounter Online
Authors: Amy Alexander
She felt both his hands
gently grasp either side of her panties and slowly, ever so slowly, pull them
down and over her hips. As he did so, his lips followed a tantalising path
across her stomach, and down, pausing at the point where her pubic hair
started. Katie moaned and raised her hips slightly to urge him on. She opened
her eyes and looked at him as he kissed the top of her pubis, moving onto to
her inner thighs as he bypassed her pussy with a deliberateness designed to
drive her mad. His tongue lapped at her soft skin before his breath blew gently
over the same area, creating a wonderful tingling sensation. Then he positioned
his mouth directly over her labia and clitoris and she felt his warm breath on
her swollen parts. After what seemed like an age, she felt the tip of his
tongue flick her swollen clitoris and she jerked as if a sudden jolt of
electricity had passed through her. All her feelings and sensations were
centred on the little nub of pleasure and, as his tongue pressed down, she
surrendered to the best orgasm she had ever had in her entire life.
And, whilst her previous
experiences had taught her that orgasms were fairly short lived, this one swept
through her with an intensity and duration of a force nine hurricane. The
trembling of her pelvis and legs urged Peter on and, if anything, his licking
and sucking seemed to intensify. She clutched his head with her hands, at the
same time clamping her legs around his ears as her body shuddered
uncontrollably.
The waves of pleasure
gradually subsided and her breathing slowed. She felt drained and sated as she
lay there flat on the bed. Fuck, she thought, what the hell happened there?
“Hang on a sec.” Peter
whispered as he moved from the kneeling position between her legs to stretch
out and retrieve his trousers. Rummaging in his pocket he withdrew a foil
packet and tearing it open, he made his way slowly back to the bed.
Almost in a daze, Katie felt
herself opening wide to him again as he stood between her legs. He rolled the
condom down his erect cock, gently making sure it covered all the way down to
base. He then leant forward over her, their eyes locking as she felt the head
push impatiently at her swollen lips. He smiled at her as he slowly lowered his
body deep inside her and then, at the same time, dropped his head to impale her
mouth with his probing tongue. He continued his movements up and down, stopping
as if to withdraw, only to respond again as she pushed her body up to meet his
powerful thrusts.
She had thought that the
earlier orgasm would have sated her, that she would only enjoy his penetration
as an act of total physical togetherness, but she was wrong. From deep within,
she felt that familiar ebb and flow once again and suddenly knew that she was
going to come again, and come again quite quickly. The thought made her almost
delirious with delight as her body urged him on.
His eyes closed above her and
he felt his hips buck and grind with an increased ferocity. The feeling of his
cock ramming into her again and again released yet another wave of pleasure as
the second orgasm approached and then swamped her. Despite this, Peter carried
on with his rhythm and she felt his pelvis tighten, knowing that he would soon
come as well. She delighted in the feeling of it as the receding pulses swept
through her, coinciding with his convulsive jerks as he released inside her.
They lay together for some
time, not moving and not saying anything at all. Apart from the feeling of
contented exhaustion, Katie was desperately trying to come to terms with the
immense physical and raw emotion she had just experienced. Nothing in her life
before this moment had prepared her and she had no real idea about how to
react…..apart from hoping that these feelings were being shared by Peter.
She hugged him tightly to her
and he responded, gently kissing her all over her face and down to her
shoulders.
“Before you say a thing,” he
murmured, “can I just tell you that sex was undoubtedly the best I have ever
had in my entire life. Just thought you should know that….in case you're
wondering.”
Whether or not he actually
meant it at that precise moment did not matter to Katie. She was just glad he
had said it the way he had and she felt a drop of tear slip down from her eye.
“Well, you were OK, I
suppose. Bit better than average, actually,” she whispered back, squeezing him
tightly inside her as she did so.
He rolled over and off her
and they both stared at the ceiling. She moved and rested her head in his
shoulder and he folded his arm around her. Nothing more was said and after a
few moments, they both fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Katie
opened her eyes and stared at her surroundings. Memories of the night before
flooded back and the warm glow with which she had fallen asleep returned. Peter
had already got up and she could hear the sound of the shower in the bathroom.
She turned to lie on her back and her hands wandered slowly over her body. Her
breasts felt tender and her pussy felt swollen and hot. Memories of last
night’s passion flooded back and her stomach stiffened involuntarily. She got
up and padded through the bathroom door to stand just in the threshold.
Peter was in the shower and
Katie could see him soaping his body through the rushing water. With a smile,
she stepped in to join him, running her hands over his back and then resting
her head against his shoulder.
“Good morning.” she said. “I
thought you could do with some company.”
He turned round and their
lips met, the water cascading over their heads and down their bodies. She
immediately felt his penis stiffen in between them and she giggled, reaching
down to take it in her hands.
“My, my,” she said. “What an
eager chap he is.”
She sunk to her knees and
took him in her mouth, rubbing her tongue over the tip and down the shaft. She
heard him moan and the sound delighted her as she felt her own passion rise yet
again. His hands reached down and ran through her now soaking hair. Gently, he
started moving his penis in and out of her mouth whilst she ran her lips and
tongue over the head. She grasped the base of the shaft with one hand and with
the other, took his balls and rubbed them tenderly. The rushing water around
her head and face created a warm cocoon in which she was intent on pleasuring
this man and, despite the fact she was crouching down, her body was responding
in kind. She glanced up and saw that Peter was staring down at her and their
eyes met. Faster and faster she rubbed, flicking the end of his penis with her
tongue as she did so.
“God, Katie, I’m going to
come,” gasped Peter as she felt his stomach muscles contract, his balls tighten
and before she knew it, spurts of semen were shooting out. Whilst she had
swallowed before, this was the first time that she actually wanted it to happen,
to let it run over her lips and face and the feeling made her insides melt and
flow. She squeezed his penis and licked up the last drop as it appeared at the
end before slowly standing up and purposefully kissing Peter full on his lips,
still with the taste of him in her mouth.
To her surprise, he seemed to
relish it and kissed her hungrily back. His hands crushed her bottom and pulled
her pelvis hard against his softening cock. Despite his orgasm, she still felt
on fire and hoped that he would not get out of the shower just yet.
He pushed her against the
wall of the cubicle and lifted her leg up onto the ledge containing the bottles
of lotions. The water poured down between them and he leisurely traced his hand
down her body before letting his fingers touch her swollen labia and clitoris.
Her breath quickened as she reached down to urge his fingers further into her.
Peter dropped to his knees
and lowered his face down between her legs. All at once, she felt his tongue
replace his fingers and start a slow, delicious rhythm against her clitoris.
Every now and then he stopped and pushed his tongue into her as far as he could
before returning to her focus of intensity.
Katie felt herself crying out
loud now as her gasps became stronger. Deep within her body she felt another
great wave of pleasure start to build and then grow as her orgasm started to
sweep over her. Her leg muscles started to twitch uncontrollably as she bent
over Peter’s head and grabbed his face between her hands. Then the full orgasm
hit her and her body became a puppet to the convulsions and waves of pleasure
that took possession of her.
Slowly she lowered her leg
and Peter stood up. Together they huddled together, letting the water rinse
over them. There seemed little need for words as they rocked back and forth.
Later, she scrubbed herself
dry with one of the huge towels and suddenly realised that the time was moving
along and she would have to hurry back to her room to dress and pick up her
papers. As much as she wanted to stay in this bedroom for the day, no for the
next few days with this man, she knew that life had to carry on. She moved into
the room and picked up her clothes that were lying strewn on the floor, just as
Peter came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.
“Great way to start the day,
if I may say so,” he said with a smirk. “I'll see you downstairs in fifteen
minutes. I've already made sure there is a car waiting”
Katie hurriedly dressed and,
feeling kind of shop soiled, she paused as she reached the door.
“Peter, I just want....” she
started but he raised his hand.
“There's no need to say
anything. I'll see you in a few minutes,” he said. “Oh and Katie.....thanks.”
Katie blew him a kiss as she
left, rushing back to her room and doing one of the quickest makeover jobs
ever. She arrived slightly out of breath down in the lobby. Peter was already
waiting, dressed in a smart suit and tie and holding a slim attaché case.
“Come on Katie, we need to
move,” he said brusquely.
CHAPTER 10
Peter looked at his watch
again and sighed. Even with the car and driver, he knew they were going to be
late and he hated being late. Since Katie had left the room, he had made a
couple of quick calls and tried to analyse how he felt. Empty, was the first
feeling. Completely spent. He had certainly achieved that particular objective
and the sex had been amazing. What was puzzling him at that moment was whether
the sex had been amazing because of the convoluted build up or because of other
reasons he didn't quite understand.
It was a fact of his life
that he had really never had to pursue women into his bed. On most occasions,
the chase had been relatively simple and straightforward, resulting in
satisfactory and fulfilling conclusions. The thing with Katie had not been
straight forward and his desire had reached bursting point. This, he reasoned,
should result in him feeling differently about her now. He had been there and
done it. Job done, got the T shirt and all that. The thing that was perplexing
him as he waited in the lobby was that, even though she had been out of his
sight only for a few minutes, he couldn't wait to see her again.
Despite his huge business
maturity and material success in life, Peter Jarvis had never really tried with
relationships. Of course he had enjoyed them, and some quite long ones, but they
always seemed to be a temporary thing, at least until something else came
along. Relationships had been a business deal, something to be signed, consummated
and then compartmentalised until the next one. He had lived his life quite
happily following this philosophy and was disturbed to find that the feeling
for Katie had not been tempered by the act of consummation, in fact totally the
opposite.
“You know what, Peter Jarvis,
you need to get a grip,” he muttered to himself. “You now need to move on or this
whole thing could get very messy and complicated.”
And, with those thoughts in
mind, he turned now to face Katie as she emerged from the lift.
The drive along the coast was
hampered by the usual heavy traffic that has become a permanent fixture on the
road that runs along the Cote d'Azur. This did not help Peter's darkening mood
as he beat his fingers against the car door. Katie had tried to open up
conversation a couple of times but he had cut her short, making it fairly
obvious that he did not want to talk. He could see the hurt in her eyes but he
could not stop himself, torn as he was by his conflicting emotions.
They finally arrived at the
Logistics France offices and walked from the car to the reception, where they
were met by the managing director, Raymond Larrière. After greeting Peter
warmly he turned to Katie.