Miranda Lee - Contract with Consequences

It took Scarlet another five minutes before she dared leave the bathroom, during which time she brushed out her hair for ages before freshening up her lipstick and spraying on some perfume. When she could not delay her emergence any longer, she scooped in several deep breaths then opened the bathroom door.

Walking naked through the apartment was the hardest thing she’d ever done, harder than showing up at that fertility clinic the first time. Which had been darned hard. By the time she reached the door to the master bedroom, Scarlet was a bundle of nerves. Steeling herself, she decided not to knock, choosing instead to open the door and go straight in.

As she entered the room, John was just coming out of his bathroom, a white towel wrapped low around his hips.

She ground to an annoyed halt, her hands in her hips. ‘I want you naked too,’ she threw at him.

‘Not just yet,’ he replied. His eyes glittered as they flicked over her from head to toe. ‘You are even more beautiful standing up than lying down. Now, come over here to me. I want to watch you walk, then I want to hold you hard against me and kiss you till you beg me to just do it to you like you did last night. But not in bed-standing up with your legs wrapped around my waist and your arms tight around my neck.’

The highly erotic images his words evoked made Scarlet’s head spin. How she managed to cross the room without tripping or stumbling she had no idea. But cross it she did, despite her knees feeling like jelly. He watched her closely with narrowed eyes, not saying another word. When she drew near, she could hear his heavy breathing and her own. Could feel his tension and her own. When he tossed the towel aside, she could see his arousal.

Stunningly, magnificently erect. A lethal weapon of naked desire. Her mouth dried in anticipation of his doing it to her the way he’d said he would, standing up. Her heart rate quickened, her nipples tightening.

Oh yes , she thought heatedly when he reached out to pull her into his arms, pressing her hard against him so that his erection sank deep into the soft swell of her stomach. Yes, yes. Do it to me. Do it to me now. Don’t kiss me. Don’t wait. Just lift me up and do it!

He didn’t obey her silent commands. He kissed her first, hot hungry kisses which brought her to a level of frustration she could not previously have imagined. It was violent, the need to have him inside her. The need to come. When a muffled moan echoed in her throat, John tore his mouth from hers.

‘Tell me that you want me, Scarlet,’ he whispered fiercely into her hair.

‘Yes, yes, I want you,’ she choked out. ‘Oh God, John, just do it. Do it the way you said.’

She gasped when he drove up into her, then again when he cupped her buttocks and lifted her right off the floor.

‘Wrap your arms and legs around me,’ he ground out.

After she did so, he carried her over to the bedroom wall, using it to support her back whilst he surged up into her, over and over. Her release was quick and savage, her first spasm so intense that she screamed out. He came too, just as violently, his orgasmic groans sounding more like cries of pain. His fingertips dug into her flesh whilst she clasped him just as tightly around his neck. Their climaxes lasted a considerable time, their bodies pulsing together, their hearts thudding to the same mad beat.

Finally, it was over, a wave of post-coital exhaustion bringing a heavy sigh to Scarlet’s lips. John sighed also, his head lifting from where he’d buried it in her hair.

Scarlet felt absolutely drained. In fact, she was having difficulty keeping her legs where they were. They were on the verge of dropping back down to the floor when John carried her over to the bed, tipping her gently back across the black quilt before slowly withdrawing.

‘See what you’ve done to me?’ he said as he straightened and nodded downwards.

‘Poor John,’ she murmured sleepily. ‘Perhaps you should lie down next to me and have a rest.’

‘Perhaps I should. But only on condition you don’t ask me any more questions.’

‘HAVE you had a lot of women?’ Scarlet asked.

She was lying across the bed with her head resting on John’s stomach, her face turned towards his, her left hand playing with the mat of damp curls on his chest. John was stretched out with his hands linked behind his head and his eyes on the ceiling. They’d not long returned to the bed after a rather lengthy shower.

‘You promised not to ask me any more questions.’

‘I did no such thing. I just let you off while you were resting. So I repeat… have you had a lot of women?’

‘Yes,’ he replied bluntly. ‘I’ve had a lot of women.’

‘I thought as much.’

‘Does it matter?’

‘I suppose not.’

‘Not jealous, are you?’

‘Not at all. Just curious. But when did you have time to have all these girlfriends? From what you told me, you’ve spent most of your adult life climbing up mountains and trekking through jungles.’

‘I didn’t say I’ve had lots of girlfriends, Scarlet. I said I’ve had lots of women. There’s a difference.’

‘Oh. Oh, I see. You’re a one-night-stand type of guy.’

‘Generally speaking, yes. I had a couple of steady girlfriends at uni but nothing serious. I don’t have time for long relationships these days. Or the inclination.’

‘But I’m sure you told me the night of your mum and dad’s party that you’d just broken up with some woman.’

‘I lied.’

She sat up abruptly. ‘But why?’

‘To avoid you asking me questions, of course’

Of course…

As much as Scarlet wanted to know everything there was to know about John, she knew when she was beaten. He’d already told her more than she thought he ever would. To press further could spoil things. He was already glowering at her.

‘Okay,’ she said. ‘No more questions.’

‘Thank goodness. Silence is golden, you know, especially when one is totally knackered.’

Scarlet laughed, then lay back down with her head on his stomach. This time, however, she was facing the other way. She glanced down at his penis, which wasn’t totally knackered. But wasn’t erect, either. It didn’t look quite as daunting when it was like that. She suspected, however, that she only had to take it into her mouth and it would soon be revived.

‘Hey!’ he exclaimed, when she took hold of his penis with a firm grip. ‘What in hell do you think you’re doing?’

‘What do you think I’m doing?’

He groaned when she began sliding her hand up and down, her fingers tight around his flesh.

‘Woman, you have no pity in you.’

‘Not for you, I don’t.’

‘You’re going to be the death of me.’

‘Possibly. But what a way to go.’

He laughed, then gasped. ‘Don’t you dare do that!’

She didn’t answer. She couldn’t.

John’s jaw clenched down hard at the sensations which were rocketing through his body. Damn, but she was good at that. Hard to believe her claim that she had so little sexual experience. Yet he did believe her. Scarlet was no liar. He was, however, when need be. His protest over her going down on him had been a lie of sorts. He’d wanted her to do just that. Wanted her to re-arouse him. Wanted her to have climax after climax.

Because that was his plan, to make her body addicted to having sex with him. And then, next Monday, two days before she entered the period when she was most likely to conceive, the sex would stop, giving his sperm count time to recover and her body time to become increasingly needy. By Wednesday, she’d be ready to fall pregnant, her mind not on babies so much but on pleasure.