It was almost a sweet victory to have their carriage slowly rise and be able to see above all those annoying heads. She moved her shoulders, loosening the tension in them. "More space up here."
John grabbed off some more cotton candy and shoved it into his mouth. He nodded his agreement with Kerry's statement, but his mind wasn't on the space. His mind was on the fact that she had chosen to sit beside him when she could have sat across from him. There was a wisp of cotton candy on her bottom lip and he was fighting the urge to lean over and lick it away, knowing that her entire mouth would taste of the sweet concoction.
The next thing John knew, he was leaning over, letting his lips hover over Kerry's while his tongue lapped up the spun sugar. And then he claimed her mouth with his own, his tongue gently pressing against her lips, waiting for permission to go further.
Kerry instinctively drew in her breath and hunched backwards. She'd been pressed in by the crowd, and she was being pressed in here too.
John broke off the kiss the minute Kerry moved away from him. "Sorry." He turned his head to look out of his side of the car. He usually had a lot more self-control and would never think of just kissing a woman out of turn that way. Especially someone as special as Kerry.
>From up here, John could see out into Lake Michigan and he scowled as he thought he saw flashes of lightning out over the water. Even though the weather report hadn't called for rain, he knew, as did every native to the area, that storms could form quickly out on the lake. Just as this one probably had.
"I hope this ride is a fast one," he said. "Looks like the fireworks are going to get called off for tonight."
Kerry pulled the tiger onto her knee and began stroking it. She felt an absurd need to explain her reaction. All the crowds pressing in on her, jostling her. Kerry abruptly controlled her breathing - slowed it, relaxing it. She didn't need to explain anything - her privilege - and Carter had changed the subject. She turned around and looked at the fantastic shapes of lightening against the dark night. "Pretty."
John nodded. "Pretty, but so deadly. I hope the people who went out on their boats to see the fireworks can make it back to shore safely."
Kerry nodded too then grabbed onto a railing when the carriage lurched a little as it moved. "I hope they do too." It seemed a banal thing to say, but she couldn't think of anything else. She stroked the tiger compulsively hard with her spare hand.
"I think we were lucky to get this ride. They'll probably shut it down now." John said. He glanced over at Kerry, wanting to make sure she wasn't afraid. "We should be pretty safe from it."
John's words were barely out of his mouth when a bolt of lightning streaked through the air and hit with a thunderous boom that shook the entire Ferris Wheel. Their gondola jerked to a stop, then swung back and forth over the entire Navy Pier from fifteen stories up. The lights flickered, then all of them -- the ones on the Ferris Wheel and those below them, went out. Darkness quickly settled upon them.
"You okay?" John asked as he looked in Kerry's direction. He knew that once his eyes became accustomed to the darkness he would be able to see her, but right now he couldn't. And then another flash of lightning gave him a quick glimpse of Kerry, her face pale and white. "It's okay." John moved closer to her, putting his arm around her shoulders. "We'll be okay up here."
"I'm fine." It was true. She was fine, just fine. As the rocking of the carriage lessened, Kerry cautiously let go of the handrail, and relaxed. "It must have got the transformer."
For all that she was fine; Kerry didn't want to move out from under Carter's arm. Instead she moved further under it. "Guess we'll be stuck up here a while." She should dislike the idea, but didn't.
"Yeah, it looks that way. They should be able to get things back on line soon." But even as he said it, John hoped it wouldn't happen. Because when it happened Kerry would move away from him, and he wasn't looking forward to that.
"I wonder where the tiger is." As Kerry spoke she was patting the nearby areas. "I was holding him, when.... " Kerry reached past Carter, trying for the seat on the other side of him, but underestimated his size, and found her hand brushing over his torso.
He felt warm. Warm and alive. And there was quite as much electricity in him as there had been in any lightening strike.
John found himself holding his breath as Kerry's hand brushed over his body. He could hear the blood rushing through his veins as his heart beat sped up. This was...more than he had ever felt before with any woman. Never had he been made to feel this way by a casual touch. But, he knew it wasn't being done on purpose, and while that excited him even more, it also made him realize that it wasn't something meant to be.
"I think I'm sitting on him."
"Can you move?" The darkness was disorientating, Kerry dropped her hand and felt Carter's muscular thigh through his slacks, and her wrist touched his groin. It was hard. Very hard. Kerry felt the blood rush to her cheeks, and her nipples harden. She was just lucky that Carter couldn't see her. She pulled her hand back to her own lap; it seemed to take forever as it moved over his legs. "Can you...?"
John had felt all the blood in his body rush to his groin when Kerry touched his hardness. He was suddenly aware of her, and only her. The smell of Kerry, the outline of her body against the stormy sky. Occasional flashes of light would give him tantalizing glimpses of her.
"Um move." She nodded. "Can you move?" Whenever the lightening wasn't there the sky was doubly black. "Hang on." Kerry squidged away from Carter for a second and then tried pushing her hand under him. "Stand up - just for a second."
John didn't want to stand up. He liked what her fingers were doing to his body, but he slowly got to his feet. Doing so made the gondola sway a bit more and he reached out to grab something to hold on to so he wouldn't fall. But with the strobe light effect of the lightning, he couldn't quite judge distance, and instead of grabbing for the side of the car, he missed and ended up landing roughly on his knees, scraping them on the metal floor. "Damn!" He hissed as the pain rushed to his brain.
"Oh." Kerry saw strobed images of what was happening on the floor. She cautiously knelt down. "You're hurt? Where?" She started to crawl towards where she'd seen him last.
"My knees. I scraped them, I think." John could feel trickles of blood and he sat down, his legs drawn up, even though that hurt, too. He felt along each knee, finding that the material was torn and ragged. And he felt warm blood there. "I'm bleeding, but it doesn't feel like it's a lot. Just scrapes."
Kerry felt her way, and sat down next to him. "I think I've got tissues. Are your pants torn?" The carriage was still rocking slightly, "Maybe it's safer to stay on the floor."
"Yeah, they're torn. It'll be okay. It just hurts like a bitch. Stupid floor." John could feel the rocking of the carriage pick up as the wind began to gust. The storm was getting nearer and now John was anxious for them to be back on the ground. "I think you're right about it being safer. Although we are sitting on metal. Hell, this whole car is metal." John said with a chuckle. "I think we're screwed if Mother Nature gets too ticked off with us."
Kerry reached forward, groping until she found the closest knee - she felt the wound with one finger - he was right it was minor. Then she leaned over, and planted a quick kiss on the warm flesh. He tasted...salty. She sat up quickly, "Sorry."
"Kerry!" John exclaimed. "That was so dangerous. I'm bleeding." But it had felt so good to have her lips against his skin. So very good. He grinned into the darkness. "If you want to kiss me better, you'd be safer to aim for my lips." He joked.
Kerry turned half away. She knew she shouldn't have done that. She didn't know why she'd done it - well she did - because she wanted to, but . . . She shook her head. "Did you see what happened to the tiger?"
John immediately felt ashamed of mentioning the kiss. He had stepped over the line once again. And now Kerry was worried about that stuffed tiger again. The stuffed tiger that got tightly held and caressed and cuddled. Everything he wanted from her.
"I don't know. Is it on the seat still?"
Kerry shook her head, then realised that Carter couldn't see her movement. "I doubt it." She screwed her hands up into fists, keeping her mind on the tiger. If she thought about the tiger she wouldn't think about Carter, about the way she wanted to touch him, and for him to touch her. The tiger was safe. She reached out, feeling for him. "What's his name, Carter?"
"His name?" John was a little confused. "You mean the tiger? He's your tiger. You get to name him. Let me check the seat." As John reached toward where he had been sitting, his hand came into contact with Kerry's body. With a very soft part of Kerry's body - namely one of her breasts. John was very tempted to close his hand over that soft mound, wanting to see if he was right about his guess that it would be a perfect fit. "Sorry," he muttered as he reluctantly moved his hand away and finally touched the seat -- and something furry.
Kerry moaned as Carter touched her breast, she found herself pushing her chest toward him wanting to prolong the touch. She growled again, deep in her throat when the touch stopped.
"Got him," John's voice was triumphant over finding a stupid stuffed animal, and he proudly handed the tiger to Kerry.
Kerry reached for the tiger, touching Carter's hands with her own. They seemed large and hard, and she couldn't help but stroke his thumb when she was getting the beast.
As Kerry's hands lingered on his own, John found himself very reluctant to break contact with her. He leaned over and thanked God when a quick flash of lightning helped him find Kerry's face and lips. While still holding onto the tiger, John brushed his lips against Kerry's, tenderly touching her.
Kerry opened her mouth in response to Carter's lips. It seemed as if every nerve in her body had rushed to the places Carter was touching - there were a thousand sensory inputs from them. His lips were warm, his breath was sweet, his thumbnail was hard, and the flesh of his hand soft, the tiger was furry. Everywhere else there was nothing. She wiggled toward him, not wanting the nothing, and half moaned again.
John gently pressed in, letting his tongue slowly explore the contours of her mouth. Her teeth were smooth, her taste sweet. Her body warm, especially where it pressed against him. And when she moved toward him, there was so much more of her pressing against him. He lowered his knees and let go of the tiger to put his hands around her waist so he could lift her onto his lap.
His tongue was probing and demanding, exploring every corner of her mouth, and Kerry moved her own around his, tasting the sweetness in his mouth. She was only peripherally aware of his hands about her waist, until she was being lifted, she abruptly broke off the kiss. "Careful. My leg doesn't go, it needs to be put."
"Sorry." John murmured against her mouth. "Take your time, but I want you on my lap. Now." Hell, John wanted a lot more than just having Kerry on his lap, but first things first, he thought.
Kerry climbed onto Carter's lap, sitting crossways on his thighs. She put one arm behind him, and looked up into the darkness where she was sure his face was, "This do?" With her other hand she felt Carter's thighs, they seemed thick and muscular, in a way she hadn't noticed before tonight. Her fingers found the hole in one knee and began to carefully explore upstream, trying to avoid the injured tissue but feel the real skin.
"That's good," John said as Kerry got settled. He could feel her looking at him as her hand began to touch his skin through the tear in his pants. "You want to feel skin, huh?" he asked, his voice husky with desire and his mind practically screaming at him for being so bold as to ask. John ignored his mind and let his heart take over. "I want to touch your skin, Kerry. I want to kiss it, caress it, and taste it. May I?"
Kerry imagined John touching her, playing with her, she swallowed, "What are you going to do first?" The hand she had behind his back abruptly dived, finding the gap between shirt and pants, and then she had his vertebrae under her fingertips.
John closed his eyes as he felt Kerry's hand on his back, gently touching him. "First? You want a detailed list, hmm?"
Kerry shook her head. "No." She just wanted him to be touching her, kissing her, caressing her - now that he'd mentioned it, the absence of those touches and kisses and caresses felt like a raw wound. "Please?" She searched for the area where his voice had come from, and aimed for a kiss abruptly found his neck, she kissed that instead, rubbing her chest against his in an effort to get sensation into her deprived nipples and breasts and chest and abdomen. "Please?"
John's hands reached around Kerry and he found himself slightly frustrated at having to pull the hem of her top out of her skirt. And then his hands were up inside her shirt, unhooking her bra. While his right hand moved around to the front to cup a warm breast, his left hand left the allure of being under Kerry's top and went to her leg. John let his hand softly linger there, then slowly skimmed it up until it was under the skirt and very near to the core of Kerry's being.
Kerry's hands left off their own exploration, and she clung to Carter, using them to anchor her as she moved under his hands. She arched her back pushing her breast into his hand, and moved her legs apart giving him access. She just wanted to be touched everywhere. She mumbled again, "Please."
There was too much material in the way, John thought. He left the promise of Kerry's thigh and, using both hands, pulled the top up and over her head, then slid the bra off her shoulders. Both pieces of clothing went beside them on the floor. "Much better," he sighed as he lowered his head to her breasts. As his mouth hungrily covered one nipple, his hand toyed with its mate. And then he let his other hand go back up Kerry's skirt, this time his fingers found their way under the elastic of her panties. Found their way to where she was wet for him. For him! He moaned his arousal over that discovery against her skin, then licked his way up her chest and began to kiss her neck.
Kerry abandoned herself to the sensations Carter was creating. Her breasts were warm and damp then cool and damp, she groaned and then arched her back, then had to move her legs further apart for him, she tried pushing into his hand, but there was nothing to gain traction with, she groaned again, then sighed in frustration as his mouth left her breasts. She held onto him with one hand and tried scrambling her skirt up with the other, so her legs could move further. "Please."
"Can you straddle me?" John asked. It would be so much easier to please her if she could do that. So much easier to imagine his penis taking the place of his fingers, pleasing Kerry until she could no longer stand it. "On second thought, can you get up? Can you sit on the seat?" If she were on the seat, he could reach her from the floor.
Kerry stared at Carter when the pleasuring stopped, she couldn't see him, and then a brief flash of lightening illuminated him. It took a while for comprehension to slip in. "Me, seat?" Kerry knew that she'd need something to lever herself up with.
"Yeah, you on the seat. Can you do that?" John couldn't help but smile over how a little bit of touching had reduced the normally so in control Kerry Weaver to someone who could barely speak.
Kerry moved her hands backwards, and found a seat edge, and tried to pull herself up. Once her good heel had managed to dig into the floor of the cage it was easier to do. The exertion made her think, she was here topless in a carriage with John Carter, and Kerry had as strong idea - a very strong idea of what was coming next. She tried to reassert herself, "Got any condoms?" If he didn't then they couldn't, and it would all be easy. But the idea of staying here and doing nothing somehow didn't seem easy at all. She found herself breathing deeply, almost hyperventilating.
Now it was John's turn to not comprehend. He had carefully raised himself to his knees as Kerry moved, ready to lift that damn skirt out of the way so he could kiss her thighs and then she was asking about condoms. "I don't make it a habit to carry any around with me. But I can check." As he reached for his wallet, he kept repeating in his mind, over and over, please be there, please be there. At least one. Please. He opened the wallet and tried to peer through the darkness for anything that might resemble a square foil packet.
"Yes," he energetically said as his fingers made contact with the package. He pulled it out and thrust it into his pants pocket, dropping his wallet to the floor. "We're covered." Then he ran his hands up Kerry's thighs, slowly, lightly, letting his fingertips brush against her panties several times before he moved his hands back down her thighs to grasp the hem of her skirt. This time when his hands moved back up her thighs, the skirt went with them.
That was good. Or maybe it was bad. Kerry didn't know. She just knew she wanted this. She wanted to be touched, here and now, Kerry moved so she was sitting on the edge of the seat. Her skirt was up about her waist. She parted her legs for him, awkwardly pulling the bad one out of the way with her hands, then realised she wanted the kissing and touching and caressing she'd had earlier. She didn't want it all now, like she had thought she did only minutes earlier.
John lowered his head and began to softly kiss the tender inside of Kerry's thigh, starting with the leg she favored, lingering there for a bit before switching to the other thigh. He could sense her restlessness after a bit though, and decided to be direct. He nudged her hips until she raised them a bit, then he slid her panties down her legs. Before she was settled again on the edge of the seat, he was kissing her curls, his fingers already caressing her, going places he knew his tongue could never reach. But there were places his tongue could touch, and he began to touch Kerry intimately, licking, kissing and suckling at the core of her being.
Kerry leaned back against the seat. This felt good, so good. Her breasts wobbled a bit in the night air as she responded to his movements, she groaned, then reached down and grabbed one hand, sucking on his fingers, before bringing it to her breast. She couldn't decide if it was better in her mouth or on her breast. She just couldn't. She moved it between one and the other then felt her breathing go shallow and fast. Something good, something very, very good was happening here.
John let Kerry toy with his free hand while the other one pleasured her. As much as he wanted to be as naked as Kerry -- and he wanted that damn skirt out of the way, too, he didn't want to break off contact with her. He concentrated all his being on bringing her to climax, redoubling his efforts and then easing back as he felt her tense under his tongue and hand. And then he took her all the way, determined to not stop until she came for him.
Kerry grasped hold of Carter's shoulders, her hands kept on slipping off his shirt. She whimpered, and pushed herself forward, murmuring a litany of "Please God Please."
As Kerry reached completion, John took the time to take off his shirt and undo his pants, hoping to be undressed by the time she recovered. The stormy air was cool against his flushed skin as his shirt fell to the floor of the gondola. "You okay?" he asked her as he pushed his pants down toward his knees.
As Kerry's shudders died down, she realised what she'd done. Carter was no-longer touching her. She could hear him moving around somewhere in the cabin, but couldn't see him in the darkness. She'd let him do all this to her, practically MADE him do all this to her, and . . . She'd been aching for his touch from the limo ride onwards - and now it had happened. It had been as good as she had been anticipating all evening - and for what? He was still dressed - she was lying here practically naked, having whimpered at his every caress. She was disgusted at herself.
Kerry folded her arms over her breasts - though she didn't know what good that did. They still tingled from Carter's touch. She half murmured, "Got what you wanted, didn't you?" She had, and she was revolted with herself for doing so. She just wished that the wheel would start moving again so she could get away from all this.