My Son(22)

Kelly had managed to put Max back into his cot and taking a loving look at the boy to ensure that he was sleeping soundly, had felt thirsty, feeling the need for a glass of water. Slowly tip-toeing out of the sleeping child’s room and turning to make her way to the staircase, she had gasped seeing a figure loom up before her in the darkness. Jumping at the sudden fright, Kelly’s hands had flow together to her heart, and she only just managed to prevent the scream from leaving her lips.

“It’s only me” the soft sensual voice drawled at her and her heart had begun to beat even harder.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you” he said “I heard Max”

Kelly had remained rooted to the spot, her usual closed look not yet appearing as she had genuinely looked shocked. The sound of his soft laugh had done little to help.

“I really am sorry” he stated “Let me kiss it better” he laughed, before gently moving forward and planting a quick kiss on her lips

The sensation that travelled between them with this small touch was like electricity. Surprised he had looked down into her eyes and the look within them had made his breath catch in his throat. Her soft eyes had looked back at him with a smouldering look which she had not been able to conceal. As they looked at each other for what seemed an eternity the hunger in his body had grown until with a mumbled curse he reached forward and pulled her into his arms taking her mouth with his.

He had felt as her body had shuddered and the hands grasped between them flatten to touch his chest. As he kissed her, she had kissed him back, the passion flaring within her with the feel of him this close, her hands splayed on his hard chest setting her whole being on fire. Kelly felt weak and leaned in even harder so that her whole body was melded against his, as his groan had spurred her on, her hands moved upwards to his neck and then her fingers were raking through his hair, pulling his mouth deeper onto hers. She had marvelled at the feel of him against her and had moaned with pleasure as she felt his hand move upwards towards her breasts, cupping one and rolling his finger over her hard nipple. Nothing else seemed to matter other than the need for him to touch her and to continue on this wonderful journey they both seemed to be caught up in.

She had felt practiced hands unbutton the silk pyjama top to reveal her perfect milky skin, and taking his mouth from hers he had surveyed her swollen and hard breasts with dark passion filled eyes before kissing along her cheek and down her neck. Everywhere his lips touched burnt with the most wondrous sensation and she had clung onto him with the need not to let go. His head was bent as he had held up one perfect breast, shivering as she had heard him take a deep breath of admiration and whisper husky words she couldn’t understand. She was beside herself with a passion she had never before felt, drowning in such turbulent emotions of desire that she was totally unable to control.

All she knew was that she wanted this man to completely take her and make her his, and arching her back against him she had pushed herself closer to him, feeling the hardness of his arousal against her leg, and with a low husky intake of breath he took her nipple into his mouth. Kelly had felt that she could have screamed as the touch of him caused her body to explode into small shudders of delight.

Just as it seemed she would completely drown in her desire she had felt him pull away slightly from her, whimpering not wanting him to stop, while a ringing sound had pushed its way through to her befuddled brain. Suddenly the whole situation had come crashing down upon her. Now she could hear the ringing telephone coming from his room and with a shocked cry she had pulled herself free. With a small sound of horror she had ran to her bedroom door before yanking it open and fleeing into the safety of her room.

Marc had stood shakily watching her go. His hooded eyes reflecting the desire that consumed his whole body and it took him a while to fully recover. He had cursed under his breath wishing her soft body back in his arms before pulling himself together and turning on his heels. With barely concealed anger he had marched back into his room closing the door with a resounding thump. God help the person on the other end of that phone he had thought.

In her room Kelly had paced back and forth wringing her hands. What had happened she kept asking herself, completely shocked by her actions. God what he must think of me she had groaned in pain, before looking down she had gasped in horror as her top lay open revealing her breasts still in a state of excitement. Pushing buttons into holes she had cursed herself again.

She wasn’t some stupid love sick teenager, so why had she behaved that way. Kelly had always kept men at arms length, however, what really scared her was the way her defences had not even kicked in but collapsed in ruins at his touch, seeing her practically seducing him in the hallway. Sinking down onto her bed she had put her head into her hands moaning. How was she ever going to face him again?