In A Perfect World

::Ok, here it is, the long awaited tenth chapter!! This concludes "In A Perfect World", sorry it took so long to get to 'the good stuff', I was feeling strangely romantic/revenge-y!! Enjoy!::


“And how do you really feel about me?” Kerry was almost afraid to ask the question.

“I’m not going to lie to you,” Kerry didn’t like how this answer started; but Grant continued, “I’m not going to sit here and say that I’m madly in love you and can’t live without you when the truth is I don’t know how I really feel.” He saw her eyes change ever so slightly, “But I want to find out. I want to find out if this,” he shook their combined hands for effect, “is what I hope it is. And I hope it’s that fairy tale come true love that all you girls are raised on. Because for the past year, you ARE the first thing I think of every morning and the last thing I think of every night. Because right now, if you’re not that person, I don’t know who else in this whole damn world could be.”

Kerry could feel it swelling up inside her, she felt stupid that mere words could move her like this, but then, she’d never had such words spoken to her before. She couldn’t speak, but leaned in and rested her head on Grant’s chest as the tears began to fall.

“I hope those are good tears,” he said. She nodded her head and sniffed as a shiver ran over her body.

Grant ran his hands over Kerry's shoulders, "You're cold; we need to warm you up."

They stood and Grant guided them both down the hallway toward the bathroom. Grant found the linen closet and pulled out two large, fluffy towels. He moved towards Kerry, who was still in awe, and who barely noticed that as he pulled her to him for another of those wonderful kisses, his hands moved up and over her breasts, teasing through the thin fabrics, first one nipple, and then the other.

Then his mouth followed and even through the wrap and bikini top she could feel the warmth of his tongue and the sharp ache begin in her belly as he pulled the sensitive bud into his mouth. He lifted his head from her breast and saw her eyes glazed with passion. He untied the tiny strings that held the bottom of her swim suit together. Kerry felt the wet, cold material skitter down her legs and it caused her to catch her breath.

"OH!"

He was nuzzling at her neck, nipping at her as he spoke, "What? Do you usually take a shower in your clothes?"

She was already out of her mind with pleasure, "Well of course not, you just caught me off guard,” she answered breathlessly, “I'm used to undressing myself." Kerry tried to put a little more emphasis on the word 'myself', but her sentence trailed off into murmurs and moans. She tilted her head back as another moan escaped her lips. She felt his hands sliding down her legs, fingers dancing along her thighs, moving around the curve of her cheeks to caress and squeeze her bottom.

Her lips parted when she felt his tongue trailing up her jaw line, pressing intently for entrance to her mouth. She dropped her hands from his waist and he groaned loudly as her hand caressed his cock. He thrust slightly into her hand before gaining slight control again.

His arms loosened from around her and she felt his hands glide over the cool skin of her hips and abdomen. He took a step back and as he untied the waist string to his swimming trunks, he said, "O.K., here's your chance to get even," and raised his hands above his head in mock surrender. His swim trunks immediately started to fall, but his rather impressive erection held them in place. His ass, however, was fully exposed.

Kerry couldn't suppress the giggle that broke through the haze of arousal, "You look so ridiculous!" So with one hand she delicately pulled the trunks over and out of the way of their support member, and dropped them to the floor around his ankles. "I guess we're even now?!"

He moved closer, his hand sliding up to cup her breast once more and murmured in her ear, “You seem to be dressed more for a night at the opera, m’dear. I DO think you are wearing entirely too much clothing!”

Of course he was referring to the fact that Kerry still had on the top to her suit and beach wrap. Kerry smiled wryly as she pulled away from him and slipped the beach wrap from her shoulders, allowing it to puddle at her feet. She stared him keenly in the eye, running her fingers along the ties to her top. Nodding to the floor, indicating the wrap piled there, she said seductively, “Ok, there’s my next piece of clothing, if I take this off too, what will you have to take off next?"

Grant stood and thought for a moment, then his face lit up, "This!" he said, reaching for the gold chain he wore around his neck.

Kerry gave him a sideways look as if to say `you've got to be kidding', but agreed. "Ok" she said, and reached back to untie the strings of her bikini top. But she wasn't going to make it that easy for Grant. Kerry untied the bottom strings first and since this did little to expose her breasts, Grant cried foul, "That's not fair!"

"I don't even have it off yet!" Kerry cried back at him and just to be a pain, Kerry turned her back on him, stepped into the shower, and pulled the opaque shower doors closed behind her. She then finished removing her top and nonchalantly tossed it over the shower doors at Grant.

Kerry then purred at him from inside the shower, "Just how well can you see in from out there?"

Grant had turned to pick up their wet things, and when he looked back all he saw through the shower doors were Kerry's breasts, she was pressed up against the shower doors. Large white circles with light pink centers like two giant eyes staring out at him. When she didn't get a response, she opened the shower door, peeked out and said, "Would you like to come in and scrub my back?"

"Of course! M’lady!" came his excited reply.

They stood naked in front of one another, devouring each other with their eyes, lips, and hands. Kerry broke their kiss and turned to adjust the water temperature, "Step back," she said, "that first burst of water is usually cold as ice."

Grant moved to the rear of the shower as Kerry bent down to divert the stream. She jumped back out of the way of the first cold gush and into Grant's arms. His arms encircled her; his cool hands gently cupped her breasts, and running his thumbs over her nipples, made them harder than the cold already had them.

Kerry said nothing; the feeling of his hands on her was exhilarating, for so long she had fantasized of this. As he continued to explore her body, Kerry took a few steps into the warm, pulsating stream of shower water. Now, his hands glided over her, the water making her wet and slippery under his touch. She moved again, further into the stream and let the water hit her face, soak her hair, and run down her body, the combination of the water and Grant's hands made for a wonderful medley of sensation.

She felt his hands move to her back as Grant swung her hair around her neck. He embraced her tightly now, his arms encircling her waist as he pulled her to him. She could feel his erection poking her in the butt as he hugged her even tighter and started to nibble and kiss her neck, ears, and shoulder. He concentrated his efforts over her pulse point, loving the way it felt as it quickened under his kisses. Wet, warm heat, scented with everything that was her, was flowing just under his sweeping tongue.

Kerry was almost lost in this dream come true, but the sensation of Grant slowly making little circles with his tongue around the convolutions of her ear startled her.

"Even if you inhale, we're in a very hot and humid shower, and I'll never feel the draft" she said.

“Hmmmmm hmmmmm,” was all the response she got. She turned in his arms so they were facing each other, the water running over both of them, they kissed again. This time it was hungrier, more urgent. Grant licked along her jaw line, gave her earlobe a little nip, and attacked her neck. Kerry turned her head away so he could more easily reach that spot where her neck joins her shoulder. She went slightly weak in the knees as he concentrated on this spot for more than a moment. He continued on, kissing and nipping and sucking all along the line from her earlobe to her shoulder and then came back again.

Kerry could feel the effects this was having on both of them. It didn’t seem possible but Grant felt even harder than he had a moment ago. And the telltale throb was starting between Kerry’s legs as well.

Grant had Kerry’s arms trapped between them, her hands on his wonderfully muscled chest. She pushed a little and he let her straighten her arms out over his shoulders, one hand began running through his hair, the other wrapped around his neck. This brought her up on her toes; he dipped his head and pressed his lips softly to her bare breast. She gasped, and enjoyed the new sensation for a second. He leaned in further to take one fat pudgy nipple in his mouth. He sucked ever so lightly on it and a moan escaped her throat. He sucked a little harder and bit down lightly and she threw her head back with a growl of encouragement.

He recalled noticing that the shower had a recess in the back corner; it appeared to be a little seat. Still licking and nipping all along her throat and upper chest he turned them around and moved her towards the back of the shower. Once there he lifted her up about a foot or so for her to stand on the seat. She gazed down at him, his head almost even with her breasts. As she watched intently, not wanting to miss one move, he met her gaze and stuck his tongue out to lick her breast from bottom to nipple. He licked from her right side, all around, across her breastbone and over to the left breast. Each time he reached her nipple he’d graze it gently with his teeth. By the time he made it to the other side, she was no longer watching him. She had her head thrown back as before with her arms around his head, not letting him stop.

He ran his hands along her sides and on up her arms. Taking hold of her forearms securely but tenderly he loosened her hold on his head and began to kiss his way down her torso.

She was leaning fully against the back wall of the shower, completely trapped between the corner walls and his body. Her arms splayed out, palms down, fingers stretched like she was trying to hold on to the smooth flat wall. His hands continued to fondle her breasts while his mouth maintained its southerly journey for places she dared not hope for. As his head dipped further and further down, his hands moved along her sides and stomach to eventually grab hold of her ass.

He paused at her navel and spoke for the first time, “Have you ever had your belly button licked…..?”

“Yes…..” she answered, quizzically.

He looked up at her, his eyes more green than grey. He had an absolutely evil grin on his face, “….from the inside??”

She furrowed her brow in confusion, and then realization crept over her face and her legs about turned to jello. The throb that had begun between her legs skipped a beat but increased in tempo. She felt her heart pounding in her chest and found it hard to catch her breath. She let her head drop back against the wall and closed her eyes, contemplating the consequences of such an inquiry.

It was easy to see what his question had done to her. He half expected to have to catch her when he saw her legs buckle, and her increased breathing caused her chest to lift and heave in a very erotic fashion.

The steam appeared to dispersing; he wrapped his arms around her hips and looked up at her from between her breasts, “We seem to be in danger of running out of hot water.”

“Hmmmmm hmmmmm,” was all she said, not moving, or opening her eyes.

“Should we find someplace else comfortable and warm to…ah,… continue….. this…….?”

At this, her head popped up, her eyes flew open, and he could see a fresh wave of desire forming there. “Oh, yessssss” she hissed as she stepped down and enveloped him for a kiss. She caught his tongue with hers and began to suck on it, playing with it like it was a hard-on in miniature. She ran her tongue all around his while maintaining the suction pressure, it felt like she was trying to suck his tongue out of his head! The familiar sensation of this caused his erection to jump at each swirl her tongue made. She could feel this on her thigh and as she began to giggle she released his prisoner tongue.

They exited the shower, cocooning themselves in the large towels. She playfully grabbed him and used his erection to “lead” him to her bedroom. The feeling of her hand on him was like fire, every new sensation seemed to make him harder, and he knew he had to have her soon, or he’d explode.

She tossed the towel off to the side and crawled up on the bed, her eyes still held the fiery hunger from the shower. She moved slowly and seductively, on all fours, from the far side of the bed toward where he was standing. When she reached him, she straightened up on her knees; she ran her hands over his shoulders and back on up through his hair, and taking firm hold of his head she mashed her mouth onto his, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. She pulled him close and scooted forward; she trapped his member between her thighs and began to grind her hips into him. He reached up and forcible removed her hands from his head, “Ah, ah, ah,” he held their hands out between them as she struggled for control.

“Oh, no you don’t missy! We’ve got a score to settle!” Her struggling decreased as he said this. He released her hands, slowly pushing her down onto her back, and with a warning look indicating she should not move. He walked around to the foot of the bed, touching and teasing her until he settled himself and grabbing her by the ankles dragged her down so her ass was almost hanging off the end of the mattress. He rested her feet on the footboard, and placing one knee between her legs he returned to her stomach and began to kiss and nip his way, again, south.

Released from the steamy confines of the shower, she could feel the trails of wet that he left as he made his way, at a maddeningly slow pace, down her torso. She could feel his breath, heavy with arousal, on the slight red wisps at the juncture of her thighs. Expecting him to lose all control and lavish her womanhood savagely, she jumped in surprise to feel his tongue on her legs. She raised herself on her elbows and watched him as he delicately licked and nipped his way from her calf muscle, to a sensitive spot behind her knee, {I didn’t even know about that spot!!}, and on up the inside of her thigh. When he was breathing heavy again on her small patch of strawberry hair, they locked eyes. She held his gaze for what seemed like an eternity, hoping with all her desire, all her strength, that her want of him was visible in her eyes.

Yes, he could see the hunger and desire in her eyes. Her face was flushed like she’d been in the sun too long and her eyes were deep puddles of liquid chocolate, so dark it couldn’t be seen where her pupil began and the iris ended.

She couldn’t see the still wicked smile on his face, and lay back on the bed, readying for the assault she was sure was to begin any second. Again she jerked with surprise to feel him licking and nipping her opposite calf!! Finding the mate to the sensitive spot behind the first knee, he worked his way up the inside of her opposite thigh.

“AAarrrrrrrggghhhh!!” she growled in frustration, as she thumped her head back on the bed.

Pausing at a place just between her knee and where she wished he was, he said, “Is something wrong, babe?”

Raising her head once again with a voice taught with frustration, she answered, “Why no, love, I was just wondering when you were going to stop teasing the hell out of me??” her voice elevated in volume slightly with each word.

“Teasing? Teasing? Me? I’m not teasing you, am I?” again that damned ‘I just don’t know what you’re talking about’ tone, like he had not a clue! “Was there something specific you had in mind? Because I was enjoying myself quite a bit right here. I simply love the way your toes twitch when I nip at that spot behind your knee. It works on both sides, did you know that?”

“No, love, as a matter of fact I didn’t even know those spots were back there,” her voice now a sheet of the finest velvet, her smile only the slightest bit off center, “But I promise, there’s one spot just a little higher up and more in the middle that can make more than just my toes twitch.”

He had returned to kissing and nipping her thigh but stopped dead when she said this. Locking eyes on her again, he asked, ever so quietly, “Oh, is that so?”

“Oh, yes, sweetie, that is, if you know how to work it just right!” the innuendo was obvious; the gauntlet of challenge hit the floor with a clank!

They both smiled wide and wickedly as the feelings of déjà vu swept over them. She lay back, absent mindedly stroking her breasts and lightly pinching a nipple every now and then. She felt his hands on her very upper, inside thighs and inhaled deeply. He applied the lightest pressure to open her up to him; the calloused pads of his fingers parting her heated folds. She tried to remain disinterestedly calm, but the light breeze that he blew across her open dripping sex destroyed any façade of calm she had left in her. The sinful grin on his face when he looked up at her was the only warning of where his torturous tongue was going next. Her hips lurched up with a spasm as his tongue laved at her most intimate of areas.

“MMMMMmmmmmmm” she responded instantly to his touch, “AAAAaaaaaaahhhhhhh!” she groaned, as his fingers slid over her; and she felt him further invade her most private area. A smooth, easy rhythm of stroking quickly ensued. As he explored her inner sanctum his tongue flicked over her sensitive nub almost so gently she thought she had imagined the sensation.

There was no ignoring the next feeling, as he began making beautiful swirls around her nub with his tongue. Touching it, but not. Teasing with the slightest pressure at her edges and practically forgetting about the swollen prize in the center.

She began to moan and mewl in response to his movements. The finger inside her had found that spongy spot on her front wall and now joined in rhythm with the swirling tongue at her clit.

“MMMMmmmmm,”

“Do you like that baby? Does it feel good?”

“Oh, yessssssss! SSssssoooooo gooooooood!”

He continued the mesmerizing caresses that both his hands and tongue were performing. As promised, he could feel muscles begin to twitch and jump all through her body. One the next down stroke of his finger, he added a second digit to the first, then a third on the next stroke.

Then the inevitable rushing feeling began deep within her, “OOOoooooohhhhhhaaaaa,” the only communication she was capable of at this moment was incoherent babblings and single syllable words. She couldn’t form an articulate sentence if her life depended on it.

“Does that feel good, babe? Do you like it when I do that?”

“MMMMmmmmm, Oh, yessssssss! Gods yes!! Don’t stop!!” her cries were heavy with wanton desire, “Don’t stop! Please! I need to come baby! Please make me come!”

He smiled pleasantly to himself, “Your wish is my command, oh mistress!” how many times had he fantasized of repaying her for the heights of ecstasy she had taken him to? How many different ways had he devised to drive her wild with pleasure even before their bodies joined in that most ancient and primal of dances?

His strokes along her inside walls became more determined, she could feel the added pressure to that spot directly behind her clit. And, {Oh, my gods!!} her clit! He begun to directly assault and work her little nub; pressing hard with his tongue, nipping and catching it between his lips, grazing it with his teeth.

She could feel the build up that had started deep in her pelvis, the tiny twitching and jumping of muscles had ceased, the bottoms of her feet began to burn, “Oh, yessssssss! MMMmmmmm! SSssssooooooo gooooooood!” she babbled on and on, getting closer to that magical, mystical release. Her hands, previously rubbing up and down her torso, grasping and squeezing her breasts, were now curled into tight fists, holding on to the bedding for dear life.

“AH! Ah! AH! That’s it!! That’s it!! Oh my gods, baby, yyyeeessssss!! Oh that’s the spot” he felt her insides tighten and trap his fingers like a vise, the waves of her orgasm pulsating, flowing from knuckle to nail. He kept on stroking that spot inside her, lightly and delicately, and did his best to maintain contact with her swollen clit. Her hips moving, up and down, like the pulses of her release.

“That’s it, babe! Oh yea! Come for me! Only me, baby!” he felt her grip on his fingers loosen, and her hips calmed some; but he wasn’t through with her yet. Pressing harder again on both the spot and her clit, she squealed,

“AH AH AH! Oh gods, oh damn! H-h-here comes an-an- o! th-th rrrrrr one! I-I-I’ve ne-ne-…..” that was it, multiple syllable words were again impossible. Her arms thrashed, rending the bedspread and sheets, her heels dug into his back, and for good or bad, his head was trapped between her thighs. He kept this orgasm going for her, if he understood her ramblings correctly, she’d never experienced multiples, or none so close together. He smiled again to himself, pleased that he could do something for her that no one else had.

She arched backward onto the bed, not wanting the exquisite torture to stop but she couldn’t breath; couldn’t think; she had to get away from this silky touch that caused shimmers through her body.

“AAAaaaahhhhhh! AAaaahhhh! HHhhmmmmm!” her breath tore at her throat as she tried to move away from him, her hips moving in urgent little twitches, her body throbbing and jerking, not responding to her commands. He growled softly as it excited him even more to see her unbridled passion, her pleasure brought about by his hands, his mouth.

Sensing that she needed to recover, he slowed his movements. Easing off the frenzied stroking, he continued to finger her soft spot lightly, the wild, delicious tonguing of her clit and pussy lips was reduced to soft, gentle kisses. His senses were drunk with the taste of her, with the scent and feel of her. Gingerly, he withdrew his hands from her sexual center. Wanting to let her know that he was still there, he caressed her leg, starting just above her ankle and continued to faintly drag his fingers over her skin.

"So beautiful," he murmured as he kissed up her body, allowing his lips to find the hollow of her throat where her pulse beat wildly. At the feel of his tongue on her once again she made a little moaning sound in the back of her throat, this only aroused him more.

His desire lay hard and swollen along her thigh.

"Kerry," he whispered, and there was a question in his green/grey eyes.

"Please," she responded finally, helplessly, "Love me," she whispered hoarsely. "Love me...."

He murmured into her ear, planting kisses along her face, rising over her a little to continue down the opposite side of her neck. She felt his legs move to come between hers and they moved, seemingly of their own will, to wrap around him and bring him even closer, so their bodies were touching. Her hands made their way to caress his chest, twirling little ringlets of hair around her fingers. He was warm, and she could feel his heart beat in time with hers. No longer a wild, lustful, needy beat; but a slower, calmer rhythm, one that harmonized easily with the lazy trail he kissed to her breasts.

He shifted above her once again; she trembled as he parted her legs, opening them wider and raising her hips to meet him. Like a key finding its lost lock, he entered her. He looked down at her as he pressed into her, watching as her eyes widened at the feel of him sliding deeper inside her, filling her.

She felt like silk around his cock, soft and warm and tight. A barely audible moan escaped her lips as he continued pressing into her.

When he was fully immersed inside of her, he stilled, letting her body adjust to his invasion. She experimentally clenched around him and he moaned as he dropped his head to again tongue and lick at her still pert, hard nipples. She was thrilled by his response. He moved his mouth to her other breast as she began rocking her hips in the rhythm he set. Her breath caught when he pulled out until only the tip was barely resting at her entrance before slowly thrusting back in.

As much as he loved the site of her under him, her hair splayed out all around them, he wanted more, “I want you over me.”

Her eyes opened as languid slits. “I want to see you riding me, enjoying me, pleasing yourself with my body,” he continued in a breathy whisper.

"Ohhhh....," she clung to him, his words causing an ache inside her. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, hips curving further upward, she pulled him deeper into her. With a gasp at his agility, she suddenly found herself on top of him.

He was buried deeper inside her than she’d ever experienced before. She began to slowly rock on him, back and forth, her hands rising to run through her hair. His hands slid down to settle on her curves, gently assisting in their joined motion. They moved together, in rhythm as wild and as timeless as the ocean.

A hand stole between them to circle her clit. She gave herself up to him, to the exquisite tugs and pulls, the delicious quivering that was once again unfolding in her like the opening of a thousand roses.

He began to thrust into her fervently, raising them both off the bed. She steadied herself, bending over him, with a hand on his broad chest; he caught her lips as their ecstasy mounted.

He slid his hands underneath her to grab her bottom, pulling her to him to meet each plunge. He groaned and signed heavily as he felt her core begin to ripple, clutching at his cock, pulling him deeper inside.

“MMMmmmmmmm, you feel so good baby! Warm and tight,” he growled into her ear.

“OOooohhhh yea! So good, soooo cl- cl- close now,” she stuttered.

And then her whole universe exploded into a shower of colors, she was coming and he could feel it. Her tunnel gripping him, flexing along his length, massaging him in the most beautifully torturous way; and he came also. With something akin to a roar, that could have been her name, he continued to pound into her, not wanting this extraordinary feeling to end. He kept on plunging into her until she collapsed onto him.

Both of them breathing heavily, not yet able to catch their breath to speak, they lay there in each other arms. She was his and he was hers. Completely.