Free Experiment In Love by Rita Clay Estrada

rough but restrained, his hands wandering to the sash of her short robe, allowing the fabric to fall at their feet. In moments he, too, stood naked, poised on the threshold of ecstasy.
    She looked up, only to be torn apart by the hungry, open look on Kurt’s face. They stared at each other for a long time. He was the master, standing so tall and straight and beautiful that it made her heart ache. And she, she was… her mind didn’t have time to complete the thought. He bent, his large hands firmly circling her upper arms as he gently pulled her into his embrace, kissing her smile away and replacing it with a longing that grew deep inside like a slowly blown-up balloon. One arm moved to rest behind her knees as he picked-her up and carried her to the bed, placing her carefully in the center before joining her, skin exquisitely touching skin along the entire length of their bodies.
    His mouth touched her eyelids, the gentle curve of her cheeks, then the hollow places of her arched throat, seeking the response he wanted and she gave so openly.
    An almost unbearable tension quickened in the pit of her stomach as he continued his teasing. Suddenly she could stand no more and her hands pressed against his chest to push him back against the pillows. His eyes flew open in surprise and she smiled in reassurance as she began taunting his hair-roughened chest as he had taunted her. She explored him, her nails caressing here, biting sweetly into his flesh there. She bent her head, flicking his hardened nipples with her tongue, only to hear a gasp from his throat and feel his stomach tauten sharply in reaction. She caressed his inner thigh, her eyes locked with his. Her fingers teased his flesh from hip to knee, finding the inside crease of his hips - watching him, studying him, loving him.
    Neither wanted to miss the expressions flitting across the other’s face. The hunger was there, always, but so were surprise, sweet tenderness and overwhelming warmth as they edged toward completion and fulfillment.
    She smiled slowly, secretly, as she straddled his lean hips. Her long dark hair cascaded over one shoulder to brush against his chest, teasing his flesh as if it was another hand with which to taunt him. She bent down, her lips lightly stroking his without resting to complete the kiss. She tantalized him with her nearness, yet gave him only a taste of what he wanted. He reached up, holding her head still so he could capture the nectar of her mouth, taking what she had promised with her eyes.
    His hands cradled her hips, pushing, pulling, lifting, as he wordlessly told her what to do. But still he didn’t complete their union, allowing her to keep the lead until he could stand no more.
    Her heart beat so rapidly she thought it would jump out of her skin. Her body was so tense it called out for release, but she held out for the release that she’d been told would make her a woman.
    Kurt’s woman. It sounded…right.
    Suddenly he had reached his limit, and so had she. His arms encircled her and he rolled her down beneath him, his heavy body stretched over hers, the bulk of his weight resting on his strong arms as he suckled one small firm breast until she moaned her plea.
    “Now, now,” she begged breathlessly.
    “Say please,” he demanded.
    “No!”
    “Then I will. Please, Victoria?” His head bent, once more tasting her lips.
    Then there was no more teasing, no more taunting of each other as the overwhelming passion that devoured both of them was brought to its fulfillment.
    He entered quickly, easily, and then was startled, but not enough to stop. He soothed her with sounds that formed no words, strokes that were soft yet heated. But his meaning was clear. He didn’t move until the pain fled. She answered with kittenish noises from deep in her throat that could only be halted by his deepening kiss. His tongue battled with hers and she allowed him supremacy in the end.
    She clung to his broad shoulders, feeling herself being