Disclaimer: All these characters belong to Saban (except for Tommy's family), but I'm not making any profit off this, so I hope no one of importance gets too mad. : ) Thanks, as always, to Willow for her superb editing, and thanks to all the folks who read this in progress. A nod to Brian --I told you I had some similar ideas back when I read CGHA2. And also one to Marla for the basics on stock car racing. CR April 2000
One:
Outside, thunder rumbled, lightning flashed and rain spattered against the windowpane, sluicing down the glass in cascading sheets like a waterfall. Kimberly could think of no better way to spend a rainy summer night than snuggled up all cozy and warm with the man she loved. She nestled deeper into Tommy's side as they relaxed on the couch in her small apartment and watched a movie. It was a rare, quiet evening for them... no plans with Tommy's parents, no quick visits with their friends to squeeze in. This was the end of an extended break Tommy had from the racing circuit, and the weekend was all theirs.
It was hard to believe that this time last year, she had been finishing up at the Pan Globals. She hadn't done too badly. A bobble on the landing had netted her a Silver medal instead of the Gold on the balance beam, and she missed the Bronze on the floor exercise by the tiniest of margins. A fall during warm ups, however, resulted in a twisted knee and cost her the remainder of the competition. She hadn't been too disappointed, though. True, her dream had been to compete at the elite levels, but by the time the Games had arrived, gymnastics had no longer been her life.
She had heard the whisperings among her more driven teammates, the ones who lived and breathed gymnastics, who claimed that she'd have done better if she hadn't been distracted by a boyfriend. They were entitled to their opinions, but Kim would rather have been distracted by Tommy than have won a Gold medal without him in her life. Besides, something good had come out of her injury. Her roommate Sarah, who had been selected as alternate, had the chance to compete and medal on the vault.
Kim smiled as she recalled the long months between the time she and Tommy had gotten back together and the Games. Although it had only been a couple of months, it seemed like an eternity. She shouldn't have had time to miss Tommy; Coach Schmidt had really intensified practices down the stretch, but she had missed him—desperately. She lived for the daily trip to the mailbox and the Sunday night phone calls.
It always amazed her that Tommy was able to be so regular in calling and writing, considering how hectic his schedule had been. As if being a Ranger hadn't been enough, there were practices with his uncle at the track and then going on the road once he'd retired from active Ranger-duty. (He hadn't been nearly so good a correspondent the first time around!) Kimberly had quickly become a race fan, scanning the sports pages and the Internet for news on Tommy's driving... much to Sarah's amusement.
However, as difficult as their prolonged separation had been, Kim had to admit that it had probably helped their relationship in the long run. They had to take things slow. Both of them had felt the need to rush... the urgency to make up for lost time, but they couldn't. They had to wait, and she had savored every moment. There had been a sweetness to their long-distance courtship that she hadn't known in their relationship since the very start. There were all the thoughtful little things that Tommy had done for her --from E-mail messages to the occasional flower showing up at the athlete's dorm to cards... much to her roommate's annoyance. Oh how Sarah would roll her eyes while she'd be sprawled out on her bed, wallowing in lengthy sighs and extended silences during a phone call! But her teammate was genuinely happy for her and shared in hours of late-night girlish gushing.
Yet, all the little touches made Kim ache to see Tommy again all the more. She was amazed she had survived to the end of the Games. A grin tugged at her lips as she recalled their reunion after the Pan Globals. She had returned to Angel Grove immediately following the competition. Jason was going to meet her at the airport because Tommy was still on the road. Somehow or another, her boyfriend had managed to get home in time to be there when she disembarked and greeted her with a big, warm hug and a never-ending kiss. She hadn't felt so loved in ages.
"What, Beautiful?" Tommy murmured, hearing her happy sigh.
"Nothing. Just thinking," she replied, delighting in the way he stroked her hair.
"About...?" he prompted.
"How no matter where I am, I'm always home in your arms," she said, stretching up to give him a quick peck on the cheek. As she settled back into place, she felt a soft chuckle reverberating in his chest.
"I wish you could come with me on the road so I wouldn't get homesick," he said, only half teasing.
"I know, but I can't. Between school and work...." she sighed disappointedly.
Once she had settled in Angel Grove again, she had enrolled in classes at AGU. Going to college was the only way her mother would allow her to stay in the States (being eighteen and capable of taking care of herself notwithstanding). There had been a problem with her receiving a gymnastics scholarship due to her competing—some kind of technicality—so she had been forced to find a job. Luckily, her father was helping with school expenses, so she didn't have to work full-time during the school year, but during the summer, she had to pull her own weight. However, she honestly enjoyed her job at the day care center; she loved working with the children.
Her first year of college had been challenging, but she had enjoyed it. Initially, she had felt a little out of place, having missed out a lot socially with having to be tutored at the gym, but she had quickly adapted. It also helped that Jason was on campus as well, though he was only going part-time. When he wasn't in class, he was working with his father at the construction company. Jason shared Tommy's dream of opening his own martial arts school, but his parents wanted him to go to college so badly. So the plan was for him to go to school and work to save up money to open a dojo with Tommy.
As for Tommy's academic career... he was supposed to have finished out his first season with his uncle then join them for the spring semester their Freshman year. However, things hadn't quite worked out that way. When he'd come home in early December....
"With the money I earned this season, plus the fund my grandparents set up for me, I have enough for college...." he began dispiritedly.
"But...." she prompted.
"There wouldn't be enough left for a down payment on a school—even if I didn't go to the university but just took business courses at the community college instead. Another season with Uncle John would probably do it, but it means another year of being on the road. I know how much you were looking forward to me finally being home. I was, too, but...."
"Tommy, this is your dream," she informed him with quiet authority. "I had the chance to pursue my dream because you didn't feel it was right to hold me back. Now, it's your turn. Do what you have to to make it come true."
"You're part of my dream, too."
"Don't worry; I'll be here when you're done."
At the time, another year hadn't seemed so long, but now....
"Oh...uh...oh yeah... mmmm...."
Kim suddenly snapped out of her reverie at the sound of those peculiar bits of dialogue. She refocused on the TV screen to see the hero and heroine locked in a heated embrace, passionately trading tongues and desperately trying to strip off each other's clothing. She let out along, slow breath as the sexual contest played out, noticing the jump in her pulse rate. It was a particularly steamy scene, even for an 'R' rated movie. Beside her, Tommy had shifted minutely, and she smiled to herself, wondering if he was getting hot and bothered, too.
She vividly recalled the taste of passion they had shared the night of their reunion. She still dreamed about the way it felt to be pressed so close to Tommy, feeling his desire throb insistently against her... the touch of his hand on her breast.... However, that lone taste was all they had allowed themselves. There was plenty of physical affection between them: hugs, caresses, kisses... but nothing like the sense-shattering inferno that had flared that night in the park. The memory made her long to sample the heady flames again; yet, they had never allowed themselves to lose control.
It wasn't for lack of opportunity. Granted, he was on the road much of the time, but when he was home, even though he stayed with his parents, Kimberly had her own apartment. Her boyfriend stayed over often enough, the two of them sharing her too-small bed, spooned close together underneath the covers, but they never did much more than cuddle. They'd make small advances but then would withdraw; it was as if they both wanted to take the next step but were afraid to.
The on-screen lovers had just found their way to bed when a rumbling crash of thunder shook the apartment, then the lights went out.
"Great, just when things were getting interesting," Tommy joked.
It was probably for the best, Kim sighed to herself. The stirrings inside her were almost too delicious to ignore, but she was wary of giving in to them. Why? It's not like we're kids anymore.
"Give you any ideas?"
Kim could hear the leer in Tommy's voice.
"Mmm," she murmured noncommittally. She had too many ideas. Instead of exploring them, she changed the subject. "I wonder how long the power will be out."
"Hard telling. Looks like the whole complex is out, though," Tommy replied, craning his head to peer out the front window. No lights were discernable beyond the watery curtain of the storm.
"Probably tomorrow sometime then," Kim snorted. The unit did not have a good track record when it came to repairs. "At least I don't have to be at work tomorrow. What time is it?"
Fortunately, Tommy's watch had a luminous display. "After eleven."
"Shall we call it a night—unless your mom is expecting you home."
"She's not, but I forgot my bag."
Kim sighed exasperatedly. "I am going to have to start stocking clothes for you here." Tommy was in jeans, and she didn't have any shorts or sweats that he would fit in. Then, a thought struck her, and she was suddenly grateful that Tommy couldn't see the impish curve to her lips or the blush that warmed her cheeks. She knew she probably shouldn't do it, but the impulse was so irresistibly naughty, she couldn't help herself.
"You could always sleep in your underwear... or nothing at all," she challenged. From where she rested in his lap, she could feel his start of surprise shiver through him.
"Oh really?" he countered with amusement. "All right. I will if you will."
"If I will—what?"
"Sleep in whatever state of dress I sleep in," he counter-proposed.
Kim's eyes went wide with surprise, but before she could talk herself out of it, she agreed. "Okay, it's a deal."
"So, is it time for bed yet?" Tommy chuckled.
Still wondering about his response to her teasing challenge, Kim reluctantly pushed herself up from her oh-so-snugly position. "Let me get some candles from the kitchen so we don't destroy our shins on the furniture."
Tommy's head lolled against the back of the couch as he listened to Kim softly padding her way to the kitchen. He bit back a disbelieving chuckle. There was no way Kim was really serious about this. Sure, they occasionally teased one another, flirting with their mutual attraction, but they never followed through.
There were times, though, when he wondered why. Why hadn't they taken their relationship to the next level? The interest was there. And sometimes, it was so tempting to do more than just curl up beside Kimberly when he shared her bed... a furtive touch, a fleeting caress.... Yet, somehow, the time just never seemed right. It was as if they were waiting for the perfect moment.
For himself, he wanted her so badly it hurt, and he desperately missed her delicious kisses when he was out on the road. If they shared anything more, he sincerely doubted he'd be able to leave her.
Her kisses.... Unconsciously, he licked his lips as he remembered tasting the fiery flavor of her passion when he had convinced her that he loved her. There were times when he relived that heady moment that he could almost feel her body pressed against his... could almost feel her heart pounding in her chest... feel her nipples stiffen at his touch. Oh, there was so much more he wanted to do with Kimberly, but they just couldn't seem to let go.
We will... when we're ready.
Until that time, he would take his cues from Kimberly. He never wanted to do anything to make her regret giving him a second chance. And he knew that when the time came, it would most definitely be worth the wait.
"Finally!" Kim announced with a touch of asperity.
Tommy opened his eyes and noted an orange glow flickering in the kitchen. The love of his life emerged a moment later bearing two candlestick holders with rose-colored tapers a-light.
"Coming?" she asked coyly, offering him his own light.
"Ready when you are," he declared, maintaining the spirit of the challenge. The sofa creaked as he pushed himself up and collected his candle.
"Fine. You turn down the bed. I need to make a pitstop."
He continued down the hall while Kim veered off at the bathroom.
One of these days, we are going to have to get you a double bed, he mused as he readied the narrow bed, tossing aside the neatly arranged stuffed menagerie and peeling back the spread. Although, he had to admit that sharing the single wasn't too bad. While it wasn't all that comfortable, it certainly was cozy.
He sighed as he thought about the times he'd wake in the middle of the night, cuddled close to Kim. Especially when the moon was bright, he'd just lay there and look at the woman in his arms, stroking her silky hair or caressing her soft skin and marveling at how lucky he was to be there with her. He tried not to take liberties with her while she was asleep, but sometimes it was hard to resist.... How many times had he let his hands drift to her chest, feeling the gentle rise and fall with her every breath? Gliding his hand along the curve of her hip and down her thigh? Or occasionally cupping one of her breasts, letting the graceful swell rest in the palm of his hand? He remembered idly stroking a taut nipple to further hardness, making Kim moan in her sleep. However, he had never been bold enough to do anything more.
Tommy felt a stirring in his pants and groaned in frustration. While Kim enjoyed knowing she excited him, he was still a little self-conscious about being caught with a hard-on. He wondered if he'd ever get over that.
"You're not in bed yet?" Kim teased, announcing her arrival. "I figured you'd have gotten undressed and slipped under the covers by now."
"Gee, and here I thought you might like to see me strip," he retorted cheekily.
"Mm... would I!" she responded with a hungry leer. "All right, go for it."
Her whole demeanor told Tommy that she didn't think he'd really do it. Flashing her an impish grin, he proceeded to peel off his tank top. He cocked an inquiring eyebrow at her. Kim folded her arms across her chest, looking decidedly unimpressed.
"Nothing I haven't seen before," she said, feigning boredom, fighting a grin.
If she wanted to see something she hadn't before.... He held her gaze defiantly as he pulled apart the snap on his jeans and eased the zipper down. Her eyes widened minutely, but she still looked skeptical... that is, until he shoved the denim down his hips and let it crumple to the floor, leaving him standing in the candlelight wearing nothing but a pair of well-filled underwear.
"Oh my...." Kim gasped, giving her boyfriend a thorough once over. She had seen Tommy in nothing more than a pair of boxer shorts; she was used to that, and even white briefs wouldn't have been too unsettling. However, she honestly hadn't been expecting the bikini briefs with their noticeable bulge riding low on his hips. She swallowed with difficulty.
"Your turn," was all Tommy said, grinning smugly, noting her avid stare.
If he was expecting her to back down, he was in for a surprise.
Locking her gaze on to his, she skimmed her sweatpants over her hips and down her legs until they lay bunched on the floor. She stepped out of the cotton puddle unconcernedly, leaving herself clad in her close-fitting t-shirt and a pair of bikini panties. She smiled sweetly at Tommy's startled expression. She wondered why he was so shocked; after all, her bathing suit covered less of her than what she presently had on. Was it simply the fact that she had never undressed in front of him before? She had to admit that there were butterflies in her stomach. Why was this so different than when she stripped off the clothes she normally wore over her bikini at the beach or the sweats she wore over her leotards at the gym? She couldn't explain it, but this was different... and more exciting. That excitement swept through her, leaving her trembling in its wake as she fingered the hem of her tee.
Tommy, inexplicably, had found himself wide-eyed and dry-mouthed as Kim hooked her fingers under her waistband and pushed her sweats down. His gaze was riveted to the descent of the cloth, taking in the flat of her tummy, her brief panties and the tanned length of her shapely legs.
Come on; what's the big deal? he asked himself. He'd seen Kim in her work-out clothing... her bathing suits... he'd even seen her in nothing but a bath towel, and yes, he'd caught flashes of panty under her nightshirt. So why was his heart pounding in his chest and his pulse racing? Why was he having trouble breathing? Because this was something she would never show in public. What she was offering him was for his eyes only.
The breath caught in his throat as she slowly began raising the lower edge of her gray tee, revealing inch by tantalizing inch of her firm abdomen. He was tense with anticipation as Kim's garment drew closer to the heaving swell of her bosom. The peaks of her nipples pressed temptingly hard against the soft fabric. Soon, he'd get to see them for the very first time.
That thought acted like a splash of cold water in his face. What were they doing? He knew Kim had no bra on under her shirt; if she took it off.... When had things stopped being a game?
"Kim, wait," he mumbled against the urgings of the voice inside his head. He drew closer to her, staying her hands before any more of her exquisite midriff was bared.
Surprise and disappointment flickered in Kimberly's expression as she paused. "What's wrong?"
"Are you sure...?" he fumbled, hoping she'd understand when the words failed him. "You know, you don't have to if you don't want to...."
For a moment, she thought Tommy might not want to see her undressed. There were moments when she still worried that maybe she didn't do as much for him as other men did and that was they reason why they'd never been intimate. Yet she couldn't deny that he appeared to be as excited and eager as she was. His breathing was ragged, his face was flushed, and a brief southward glance confirmed that he was still as aroused as she was.
"I'm sure," she responded, her voice low and husky. "I know I don't have to, but I want to... that is, if you want me to...."
"Oh, God," he groaned, pulling her into his arms and crushing her to him. "You have no idea how much... how long I've been wanting...."
"About as long as I have?" she asked softly. She looked up into his eyes and smiled. Then, almost sounding bashful, she requested, "Help me take this off."
It was difficult to tell who was trembling more: Kimberly as she raised her hands over her head or Tommy as he slowly drew up the gray jersey and pulled it over her head.
As Kim lowered her arms, Tommy's hands glided down her soft flesh. Slowly. So very slowly. His eyes stared deep into hers, never straying, and both seemed to have forgotten how to breathe. As Kim's arms fell to her sides, Tommy's questing hands paused at her shoulders. It was harder than she imagined to resist the urge to modestly cover herself; perhaps the fact that her boyfriend's eyes hadn't dropped below her chin helped her confidence. She had expected him to stare, but the way he was looking at her... it was as if he was seeking permission. She gave it with the most subtle of nods and guided one of his hands from its safe perch to explore further.
The candlelight gave Kim's sleek skin a burnished glow, and dusky shadows danced across her contours. Still, Tommy could see her. Her heaving breasts were firm and gently rounded, their flushed peaks stiff and proud. Those centers beckoned seductively, and he drew the hand Kim had set in motion closer.
Kim felt herself stand a little straighter as Tommy's gaze drank its fill of her bosom. The sparkle in his eye and his expression of delight and wonder warmed her soul. And his touch... so tentative and gentle, yet it brought her flesh to life. Her whole being was aquiver with anticipation as his hand smoothed down the swell of her breast, caressing, cupping then lightly squeezing. His fingers brushed across the straining nipple. Her eyes fluttered closed at the electric contact, and she sucked in an excited gasp.
"Oh, Tommy," she moaned pleadingly, wanting him to touch her again when his hand suddenly fell away.
Tommy smiled at Kim's reaction, overjoyed that she so liked his inexpert attention to her pliant mounds. He brought his other hand into play, his touch a little more certain. He gently squeezed her rounded swells, thrilling in the way they fit his grasp, and when he closed his hands over the delicious globes, he could feel the little nubbins harden against his palms.
Even more than the feel of her at long last, was the sight of her flushed face, pleasure playing visibly across her features, and the sounds of her moans --deep, throaty exhalations. When he pinched the rosy buds of her nipples, she gasped, and her parted lips, gleaming wetly, were too much for him to resist. He crushed her to him once more and claimed her mouth in a feverish kiss.
Kimberly met him eagerly, her mouth devouring his even as she pressed herself against him more closely. She relished the feel of his hard muscles warm against her softness, and while she had stood passively as he explored her, her hands now sought to explore him, gliding over the length of his back, down his arms... up into his hair... wherever she could reach. Her need to touch and be touched was all consuming.
Reluctantly, Tommy's lips left Kim's, his starved lungs in desperate need of air. The rest of his body was just as desperately in need of the woman in his arms—for the feel of her, the taste of her.... His hands continued down to course over her wonderfully soft form, and it thrilled him to feel her hands doing the same to his body... exploring... exciting.... Every thought and sensation within him was careening out of control. He wanted to step back, regain some measure of control over his runaway senses, but he didn't want to lose contact with the sweet body pressed against him, so he hugged her to him until his trembling subsided.
Kim clung to Tommy, trying to quell her own tremors of excitement and trying to master her whirlwind emotions. It shouldn't have been so overwhelming, but this was something they had both been holding back for so very long. She couldn't think. All she knew was that Tommy was all around her. The feel of him... she nuzzled her cheek against his chest. The scent... she inhaled deeply, her senses filled with the tang of perspiration, aftershave, and all those smells that she associated with the love her life. The taste... her tongue still tingled with the flavor of his mouth, and she found herself pressing her lips to his chest, nipping and licking at the salty flesh, sampling the spice that was his alone.
Kim's tongue delicately tracing the contours of his sculpted muscles was almost too much for Tommy to bear, and he was filled with the need to sample the sweetness of her body. He dipped in for a quick taste of her tempting mouth then let his lips wander down the curve of her neck.
A shiver of delight raced through Kimberly's body at the touch of his mouth on her neck. She found herself melting under the fire his soft kisses stirred in her blood. Her own investigations were forgotten as she surrendered herself to the sensations sweeping through her. The breath caught in her throat as his kisses stole down her collarbone and lower still. Her whole being yearned to feel his hot, moist caress one place in particular, and her hands threaded through his hair to cup his head and guide him to her anxious chest.
Startled but compliant, Tommy followed her lead, only too happy to sample her ripe breasts. His tongue darted out for a testing lick, then he paused to see what her reaction would be. It was a quiet sigh. He ventured a bolder swipe, circling the perimeter of her areola then brushing across the puckered nub.
"Don't tease!" Kim gasped.
Tommy said nothing and fought down a self-satisfied smirk as his tongue flicked out again to caress the hardened tip. A tremor of pleasure vibrated through Kim's body, and he wondered what her reaction would be if he closed his mouth about her nipple.
A bolt of fire shot through the petite woman with all the force of one of the arrows of her old Power Bow, and with unerring accuracy, it hit the core of her womanhood. There was no holding back the sob of joy as Tommy enthusiastically nursed her virgin breast.
"Yes...." she hissed, her voice raw with the most primal of desires. Even as she pressed Tommy closer, she arched her body into him, surrendering herself to the blaze that burned through her senses.
The sights and sounds of Kimberly's pleasure were intoxicating. As Tommy switched to suckle at the other sweet swell, his only thought was to bring the woman he loved such pleasure as she had never known. Though he had little notion how to do this, he let her rapturous moans and gently undulating body guide his hands and mouth. He wasn't even conscious of the fact that one hand cupped the juncture between her legs until her hips gave a quick snap and she gave off a startled, "Oh!"
As Tommy's questing hand came to rest on her mound, Kim's first reaction was to pull away. However, her hips seemed to have a mind of their own, and they eagerly surged forward to meet his palm. The soft cotton of her panties pressed against her swollen folds deliciously. She could never be certain who moved first, but her hips had begun to move in time with the stroke of Tommy's hand against her panty-covered sex. She didn't know how he managed it, but he was exerting just the right amount of pressure in exactly the right place. Pleasurable spasms claimed her body, causing her breath to quicken and her fingers to bury themselves deeper in the luxurious thickness of his hair.
Tommy felt Kim's body tense, her muscles coiling tightly. His hand continued to stroke across her ever-dampening underwear. He could feel her heat through the thin lingerie. What had started as exploratory caresses were now a heated massage, the pace dictated by the thrust of her hips. Her panting breaths were growing shorter and sharper. Dimly, he knew where this was leading, but it still caught him by surprise when her body gave a convulsive shudder and a joyous cry passed her lips.
It was an orgasm unlike any Kimberly had every experienced at her own hands. The explosion of bliss satisfied her in ways her fingers never had, and she clung to Tommy in the wake of her climax, her knees feeling none-too steady.
Tommy felt Kim's strength wavering, and he helped her over to the bed. She collapsed with a soft sigh, and he stretched out next to her, continuing to stroke her still-quivering body.
"Are you okay?" he asked, a note of concern shading his tone.
"Mmm...." was her dreamy response, and she raised adoring eyes to his.
"Did you just...?"
"Mm-hm." This time, a happy giggle colored her reply.
"Awesome!"
Kim snuggled closer, still reveling in the afterglow. Absently, her fingers played across the ripple of Tommy's abdominals, her delicate touch making him squirm.
"Tickles," he mumbled, enjoying the feathery caress nonetheless.
It wasn't a conscious decision on Kim's part, just a desire to continue stroking Tommy without tickling him; however, her hand dropped lower onto the plains of his underwear. Automatically, her fingers followed the contours of the cotton field until they skimmed the rise and settled on the crest of his erection. She smoothed her hand along the imprisoned ridge of male flesh unknowing, until a satisfied moan rumbled up from the depths of Tommy's chest.
Embarrassment and excitement surged within Kim. Tommy hadn't specifically invited her to explore this particular area, but he hadn't asked her to stop, either. Judging by his moans, he was perfectly content to have her hand right where it was. So, she continued caressing him, exploring him through the safety of his undergarment; however, all her inquisitive groping had done was fire her curiosity. She wondered what he'd be like. She licked her lips anxiously even as she noticed the tiny spot of moisture that had soaked into his underwear.
Tommy groaned as Kim's fingers contracted around his achingly hard manhood. If she kept doing that, he was going to be humping her hand in short order. And yet, he didn't want her to stop, either. He wanted her to keep on touching him... exploring him... as he had done with her. A shudder raced through him as her fingertip traced the outline of his glans, circling the stain of precome.
Suddenly, Kimberly left off her inquisitive caressing. For a moment, she lowered her eyes and nibbled nervously on her lower lip, even as her finger skimmed idly across the waistband of his bikini briefs. When her gaze returned to his face, there was a question in her sweet, brown eyes.
He knew what she was asking, but instead of answering right away, he reached out to lightly brush his fingertips down her body, bringing them to rest on the elastic of her panties. His gaze quickly darted from his fingers to her eyes then back again. This time, his dark orbs asked the question that she had mutely asked of him.
Their answers were a pair of simultaneous nods.
As Kim began peeling aside his low-rise shorts, so Tommy attempted to work her bikinis off. Nervousness made the process awkward, and both ended up divesting themselves of their respective last articles of clothing. Then, they sat there in the candlelight, staring in breathless wonderment.
Tommy's hard, pulsing phallus as it lay against the dark curls of his groin had Kim rather taken aback. Not because of his size but simply because there was a strange sort of beauty to his manhood that she hadn't expected. It looked so smooth and perfect, she couldn't resist reaching out to feel it. The reddened flesh was warm to her touch. The shaft was like silken steel --both hard and soft—and the cap was as delicate as a baby's bottom. A tiny grin tugged at the corners of her mouth as she ran her fingertips around the flared rim of the head. Her touch made his sex twitch, leaping eagerly towards her. She drew her fingers down to his balls.
Beautiful. Fascinating. And a little frightening.
Tommy hadn't thought he'd be able to take his eyes off Kim as she knelt beside him. Though she was completely nude, he could see but little of the dark patch of hair peeking up between the press of her thighs. He was about to nudge her knees apart when her hand returned to stroking his shaft, and his eyelids drooped closed under the weight of the pleasure ravaging his body. Flesh on flesh had never felt so exquisite. The delicate brush of her fingertips against his glans... his balls... oh, he was so close... he could feel his already-engorged organ swelling with excitement. And yet, Kimberly drew back once more. The absence of her touch made Tommy open his eyes. She was as flushed and as excited as he, and yet a flicker of uncertainty passed across her features.
"Kimberly?"
The sound of her name seemed to shake her out of her trance.
"What's wrong?" he asked softly. "Scared?"
"A little."
"Me, too," he confessed. He wondered if maybe they should stop before things went any farther, only stopping was the last thing he wanted to do. He regarded her questioningly.
Kim's thoughts ran in the same vein as Tommy's. Things had gone far beyond what she had intended when she had made her playful challenge, but they couldn't leave things where they were. Though she was shaking on the inside, she wanted to see this through. Absently, she let her hand fall again on Tommy's rampant anatomy, and she delighted in the sharp intake of air that it engendered. She liked the way he felt. She met his eyes and knew what he was asking. However, she couldn't believe he wanted to stop anymore than she did.
"Do you want this?" she asked, her mien serious. "Do you want to make love with me?"
"Yes."
Tommy quickly pulled her into his arms, hugging her fiercely and plundering her mouth passionately. She met his heated exchange, acutely aware of the way their bodies melded together: her breasts pressed against his chest, his penis solid against her abdomen, her legs spreading to straddle his slender hips and his hand lightly massaging her bottom as their tongues dueled.
As their mouths parted, Kimberly began kissing her way about Tommy's face—a nip here, a lick there. Her mouth nibbled its way along his jawline, working up to his ear. His whole body spasmed as she drew the fleshy lobe between her teeth, flicking it gently with her tongue.
"Kim!" Tommy yelped, writhing beneath her as she noshed at his surprisingly sensitive earlobe.
Kim giggled at the intensity of his reaction.
"Let's see what else drives you wild," she murmured, her voice low and husky, and her mouth began its descent down the line of his neck.
Her breath hot against his throat made Tommy shiver, and her tongue circling the hollow made him moan. Her playful nibbling continued lower until she was leaving wet trails across his chest. And it wasn't just her tongue teasing him but the silky brush of her hair against his skin. It fell about her face and trailed softly over his flesh. It was electric. It was maddening, and Tommy was loving every minute of it.
Then her mouth found the small brown knots of his nipples. He felt the tiny points stiffen as she laved them. He felt a surge of heart flood his veins as she worked the small nubs between her teeth. A sob of ecstasy caught in his throat.
Kim smiled with satisfaction as she observed Tommy's restraint slipping away. He was wonderfully responsive to her touch. She liked hearing his moans and feeling him move beneath her. She liked the way his hips bucked against her and the way his hardness thrummed between them.
She scooted off his hips as she continued kissing her way down his stomach. The lower she went, the muskier his scent became... an unidentifiable spice that made her mouth water. She pulled back to let her eyes drink in the symmetry of his manhood and was filled with an irresistible longing to have a taste of that part of him as well. Kneeling between his legs, she bent over him and lowered herself to his groin, her tongue darting out for a quick sample. That first taste made her curious for the next, and she ventured a longer swipe down the length of his shaft.
"Oh, God!" Tommy groaned, almost not believing what his senses were telling him. Yet, he could feel the soft wetness of her deft pink muscle caressing him. His body shuddered with his moans of pleasure as she lapped at him. All over his body, he could feel the circles the pointed tip of her tongue made on the head of his phallus. He whimpered pleadingly when she took her mouth away. He thrust his hips towards her, offering his desperate manhood to her glorious mouth.
Without a word, Kim lowered her head again. The curtain of her caramel-colored hair hid what she was doing, but he felt her heated breath blowing across his feverish flesh. He felt the soft, moist brush of her lips against his organ. However, coherent thought fled as he suddenly felt his pulsing rod enveloped in an all-consuming warm, wet embrace. With shaky hands, he parted the fall of her hair, needing to see what his other sense had already told him: Kimberly had her lips wrapped around him. It was too much for Tommy; he collapsed on the bed, surrendering himself to the most exquisite sensations he had ever known.
Not quite sure what she was doing, Kim tried to let Tommy's exclamations and movements guide her as his shaft slid in and out of her mouth. Her tongue tried to dance across his length as it slid back and forth with increasing momentum. Sometimes, he thrust a little too deep, and she'd have to back off lest she begin choking, and it was difficult keeping her teeth from grazing his delicate flesh. A hand steadied the base, and her fingers cupped the textured sac. It felt full and heavy, and it seemed as if Tommy's manhood was swelling in her mouth... growing longer... wider.... But she didn't want him to come in her mouth.
Tommy felt himself on the brink of release. Kim's mouth was too wonderful! However, he didn't want to come just yet. Not in her mouth this first time.
He pulled out as she backed off. Their breathless words spilled out simultaneously.
"I want you...."
"I want to be...."
"...inside me."
"...inside you."
They came together, excitement and nervousness fluttering in the pits of their stomachs. Their embrace conveyed love and reassurance. Neither said as word as Tommy eased Kim back onto the pillows.
He kissed her gently, brushing the hair from her eyes, those orbs glowing with desire, anxiety and trust. As his hands glossed over the supple softness of her curves, he sought to quell her trembling. However, his own increased, and he swallowed dryly as his hands slid across her smooth thighs, parting them, opening her to his gaze at last. He traced a finger down through her damp curls and along the glistening pink folds of her womanhood. The heat of her desires radiated up from her secret places as he explored her sex. He slipped a finger past the swollen lips and into the mouth beyond. Kim gasped, startled, and he felt her muscles bear down on his lone digit with fierce strength.
Kim tried to relax as Tommy probed her hidden depths. She wanted him inside her so badly, but she schooled herself to be patient and let him take his time. Still, his finger slipping back and forth inside her was stirring up a heated blaze that seeped out from her loins and into the rest of her body. He had to loosen her up; otherwise he'd never fit inside her. Then, he introduced a second finger, stretching her open a little wider. His thumb rested on the hooded knob of her clitoris. The callused pad of his digit rubbed against her sensitive flesh, sending tremors shooting through her veins. Gasping, Kim wriggled her hips, trying to direct his incidental contact to better satisfy her.
"All right, all right," Tommy chuckled, both astonished and flattered by her intense need. However, when he started to pull his hand away, she grabbed it and pressed it once again onto her mound.
"There... oh, touch me there!" she all but growled. Her body arched off the bed, and her hands abandoned his to caress herself as he continued stroking her.
Tommy watched in amazement as her hands skimmed over her belly... her breasts.... Her torso twisted this way and that even as her hips moved with an insistent, steady rhythm. He felt her increased moisture, her sex becoming slick under his fingers. And the heady, musky scent of her excitement filled him as he drew in a deep breath. Unconsciously, he raised his fingers to his lips to sample her honey. It was thick and tangy sweet, and it made him ravenous for another taste.
"Tommy, please!" Kim begged, wild with the need to feel him inside her. "I need you now!"
However, he could not resist the impulse to have just a little taste, and he dove in swiftly, running his tongue along her nectar-drenched opening.
"Mmm..." he murmured approvingly as his tongue darted out for another taste.
Kim's fingers were lost in his thick hair, and she was alternately trying to push him away and pull him in deeper. Unable to find words for the sensations shuddering through her, she emitted a whimper of supplication.
With a chuckle, he abandoned his delicious pursuit, promising himself to resume as soon as he could. Kim was absolutely scrumptious!
She leaned up and reached out for his hardened shaft, slowly stroking it, readying it. Then, as she lay back, she guided him into position. He moved with her until he rested above her, the head of his manhood poised at entrance to her sex.
Both held their breath as he eased forward, slipping deeper and deeper into her. The feel of Kimberly's body wrapped around him was beyond description. So soft and wet and warm... she fit him like a glove, holding him in the most intimate of embraces. It was all Tommy could do to keep from thrusting himself as deep into Kim's body as he could; he wanted to feel her all around him. However, he knew that he couldn't lose control; he didn't want to hurt her any more than was absolutely necessary. He trembled with the effort at restraining himself.
Kim felt her body tense all of a sudden, and Tommy was unable to penetrate any further. She couldn't believe that after all the falls in the gym and all the years of kicking Putty butt, her maidenhead was still intact. She felt tears of frustration gathering in the corners of her eyes. They were so close, and yet, at the first twinge of discomfort, she had to fight the urge to shy away from him.
"P-play with my breasts," she panted, aching with wanting him but knowing that wasn't going to happen until she relaxed and her muscles stopped clenching.
Her long-haired lover did his best to comply. With one hand, he stroked her pliant globes and pinched her pebble-hard nipples. The fiery warmth rushing through her had her alternately gasping and sighing. Her entire body felt alive with movement as Tommy tantalized her straining peaks. Slowly, she felt the tension ease, felt his shaft slipping in deeper, pushing past the last barrier of her innocence. She wrapped her limber legs around his slender waist, her pelvis shifting forward, spurring him on.
"Oh..."
"...wow."
The lovers sighed in amazed unison, their eyes wide open as they savored the sensation of fully being one. Each was almost supernally aware of the other—the rippling of Kim's inner muscles all along the length of Tommy... the pulsing of him deep within her womanhood....
Tommy eased his weight off his petite partner then drew back his hips.
"Ohhh...!"
He wanted to take his time. She wanted to make it last. But the rhythm they moved with was as old as time and more powerful than any force they had ever encountered. They found it impossible to resist. It was difficult to match that primal beat at first, each more used to solo tempos. However, slowly, they discovered the cadence together and once they did, they found that they moved to it with all the sureness of more practiced lovers.
It was not to be a long dance of pounding blood and rocking bodies. Both had been poised on the brink of fulfillment even before they united physically. Tommy's sweat-slick body surged against Kimberly's, the flickering candlelight making their flesh glisten as if alight with an inner glow. Their moans provided harmony to the movement, and even the storm beyond the window seemed to be in synch with their lovemaking.
Tommy's muscles coiled, his back arching, as a cry deep within bubbled to the surface. Kim, too, tensed, her legs locking about Tommy, holding him fast, and her body arching to meet his. His explosion preceded hers by mere heartbeats.
In the shattering, blissful wake, Tommy, gasping for breath, gazed down at Kim tenderly. There was so much he wanted to say to her at this moment, but he had no voice. However, there was no need for words. Kimberly reached up to brush a strand of hair out of his face, and he saw in her eyes and smile the very things he longed to tell her.
"I love you," he murmured, kissing her softly. He lay down beside her, holding her close.
"And I love you," she replied breathlessly, offering her own kiss, which swiftly blossomed from a tender show of affection into a passionate blaze.
They reached for each other again and again, discovering new joys, as the tempest outside raged unabated. They melded together with the full force of the feelings in their hearts until the candles had melted and all that was left was a guttering flame dancing atop a cascade of waxen rivulets.
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