Kerry felt herself shaking as Carter touched her again. She didn't know how anyone could do this to her. It was as if her nerves had been rewired, and now they only conveyed desire. His voice had the soft patter of spring rain on leaves. She tried to listen, but couldn't parse it any way but that he wanted her. She'd been parsing his actions similarly all evening - the way she wanted. But she had to be wrong, she knew that. Then his lips kissed her, again, she held out for what seemed like an eternity, then opened her lips - offering her mouth and tongue to him.
When Kerry's lips parted for him, John's heart soared. He had not made a mistake after all. John reached down with one hand to grab his pants, wiggling his remaining leg out of them. Then he managed to find the pocket and the condom. He kept kissing Kerry as he tore the package open and rolled the condom down his throbbing erection. Then he slowly stood, still keeping his lips connected to Kerry. He grabbed her around the waist and in one fluid movement, managed to lift her off the seat and take her place. Then he broke off the kiss. "Can you straddle me? I can't think of any other way to accomplish this up here."
It had all changed again somehow. Kerry couldn't pretend that she didn't know what he meant. Straddle him, have sex with him, be penetrated. It sounded good. She wanted the answer to be yes. Kerry moved one hand to feel his penis - it was long and hard and wide and hot. She wanted it.
John let out a long sigh when Kerry's hand wrapped around his hardness. He wanted her to stroke him, wanted to feel her mouth upon him. Wanted to thrust long and hard inside of her. Just as he had imagined so many times. There had been more then once when he had been afraid he would call out the wrong name while having sex with Roxanne, or afraid that Kerry would hear him while she puttered around in the kitchen and he fantasized that she was in his bed. And now she was in front of him, touching him. Holding him. And he didn't want her to ever let go. John wasn't sure of the exact moment when he realized that he not only cared about -- okay, loved, Kerry Weaver and desired her, but he had still been dating Roxanne at the time. And he felt guilty for having the kinds of feelings for Kerry that he should have been having for Roxanne. But Roxanne was no longer in the picture. And Kerry was very much there in front of him.
Kerry moved her good leg onto the seat. That was the easy bit. She let go of the cock, and held firmly onto the handrail either side of Carter's head to try and get the leverage to pull her bad leg into position. It didn't work; she couldn't get the bending movement at the right time. Kerry's bad leg banged down on the floor sending a spasm of pain up her body.
When he heard Kerry gasp out loud, John immediately sat upright, scooping her into his arms and depositing her on his lap, her bad leg on the outside so she could stretch it if she needed. "I'm sorry. Are you okay?"
Kerry put her arms around Carter's body to secure herself. He was warm. She rested her head against his chest. He was solid and comfortable. The pain in her leg was easing, and she cursed it internally. "Sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry about. This isn't the best place in the world to try to make love." John held Kerry close while his mind went over their options. He finally thought that it would have to be the floor after all, but he didn't know which position would be best for Kerry. "There's a pile of clothing on the floor now, so it's not so rough. We can get down there, but I don't want to hurt you. So, I'll leave the choice of position up to you."
Kerry reached out and found his penis - she ran her thumb up and down the ridge. She wanted it inside her very badly. "That would work. You on top."
"You're sure that wouldn't hurt you?"
Kerry gave a small chuckle. "It's worked before."
John grinned in the darkness, then got to his feet while slowly lowering Kerry's legs so she could stand. Then he waited for her to get settled on the floor.
Kerry cautiously knelt down, then felt around on the floor for the pile of clothes. She was still wearing her skirt - the skirt she'd worn to celebrate. Well, taking it off would be a celebration of a kind too. She stripped it off quickly, and added it to the padding - then spread the garments out comfortably, and lay down on top of them. "Over here." For some reason those words seemed extremely decadent, and she relished saying them.
There was a rumble of thunder and the sky brightened with streaks of lightning -- just long enough for John to see Kerry on the floor waiting for him. Her lips were swollen, her breasts full, her legs spread. And all for him. John lowered himself between those legs, then leaned over to lick and suck at Kerry's breasts, wanting to savor each one in turn.
In the flash of lightening Carter looked primeval - the archetypal man with large erection. Then it went dark, and the next thing she knew he lay heavily and comfortingly between her legs. Kerry hadn't had this since Ellis left and it took a moment for old instincts to start working, and her good leg to wiggle out of the way and her bad leg to do a kind of sideways kick that accomplished much the same purpose. Kerry arched her back up to meet him, then felt him take one of her breasts in his mouth. It was warm and damp and nibbling, and just wonderful. Kerry purred deep in her throat, and reached out with her hands to any bit of Carter she could find.
As Kerry's hands played over his body, John slowly eased himself inside of her. She was warm and tight and oh, so good. As soon as he was in all the way, he had to stop because he was afraid that he might come right then from the joy of it all. He breathed deeply, centering himself, then started to slowly move out and back in, arching his pelvis so that he was rubbing against Kerry in just the right way to stimulate her all over again. He could hear the catch in her breath as he found that sweet spot, and her hands became more insistent, urging him on. His mouth moved from one breast to the other and then to her mouth, his tongue delving deeply, imitating what his cock was doing below. John had always been quite proud of the fact that he could make a woman come more than once during an encounter - the first time by using his mouth and/or hands and the second while having intercourse. He had long ago perfected the art of having a climax without ejaculating and he had never had a woman complain about anything he did. If nothing else, he knew he was good at sex. And right now, with Kerry, it was even more important that he be good, because this wasn't sex. This was making love to the woman he secretly loved.
He was on top of her, grinding down. And inside her, pushing out. And his breath and mouth were hot on her skin. And his tongue pushing inside her mouth. And his arms were either side of her, trapping her inside a cocoon of man that she never wanted to leave. It had been so long, and it was so good. He alternated, pulsing inside her from above and below; tongue and cock. And each seemed best at the moment it was happening. But she needed his penis pulsing inside her. She activated her long unused vaginal muscles, tightening around him; put her arms around his torso, pulling him ever further up; and suckled his chest, trying to draw as much of him as was possible into her.
John's world narrowed to only one thing -- Kerry Weaver. When he breathed, he inhaled her scent. When he moved, he felt only her. Her mouth was like fire on his skin, but it was a fire that he wanted to feel even more of. He could feel his orgasm approach, but he wasn't ready to come quite yet. He wanted Kerry to come again. To come first. It was with great reluctance that he had to find a way to bring a chart of hand bones into his head and force out all thoughts of the woman under him. He went over each bone, naming it over and over until he could feel his need abate. His breathing still ragged, he moved slightly, searching for the spot that would send Kerry over the edge.
He was above her grinding down, and below her grinding up. And inside her pushing out. And he was all she wanted. She pushed herself up and into him, and down and onto him. And she could barely breathe, she was gasping for air as his warmth and pulsations and redness consumed her. And suddenly there was no space between them at all - they'd killed the last millimetre, and there was no *he* and *me* but only *us*, an *us* that was suspended in an infinity of darkness, as stars exploded all around.
The second John felt Kerry's body tighten around his penis, he gave up all control. She was climaxing and he looked down at her face, praying for another lightning strike so he could see her come. He so wanted to see her in the throes of passion. Needed to see her that way, open and unguarded. Sated. With a gasp of her name, he came, his seed shooting out of his body, over and over and over again. He came as if he had not come just hours earlier, but then had been alone and this time was all for Kerry. All because of Kerry. He lowered his head and kissed her then. First her forehead, then each cheek, her chin, and then her mouth. A long and lingering kiss. And then he prepared to ease himself out of her, wishing he could stay right where he was, encased in her warmth.
"God." That was all she could murmur when his mouth left hers. Then Kerry recalled her name, herself, his name. "Carter." Then questioningly, "John?" She was still entrapped under his warm bulk, she loved the feeling and this special time. She didn't want the world to return.
"I'm here. God." John blinked hard, still a little overwhelmed at how incredible it had felt to make love with Kerry. Nothing at all like his fantasies. And it was probably something that would never happen again. At least, not if he let her have her way. He knew Kerry. Knew that she would want to forget about this. She would claim it would be bad for their careers. That she wasn't the right woman for him. As John felt his mood deflate, he mentally shook himself. Sure, Kerry might say all that tomorrow. But they still had now. They still had tonight. And he was determined to make the most of it.
When John pulled out of Kerry she was alone again. She felt a tear move up to her eye then down her cheek; it was soon, too soon. She moved her good leg back down, and the bad one as much as it would. She was nearly closed again. Another tear followed.
John gripped the condom and pulled out, then removed it, tying a knot so nothing would slip out, then he settled on the floor beside Kerry, propped up on his elbow so he could let his right hand lightly draw designs over her belly. "Thank you."
And then Kerry felt him touch her stomach, just the lightest of sensations - but it was all she had in this dark space. More tears followed, and then she was crying, silently and hard and struggling to keep her breathing under control.
John felt a change in Kerry's breathing, but he wasn't sure what was going on. Surely just a light caress or two wasn't enough to excite her once more? He didn't think that highly of himself to imagine that could be a possibility. His hand moved up her body, through the valley between her breasts, up her neck and then he stopped when he felt a wetness on her cheek. Kerry was crying? He must have hurt her in some way. "Hey, I'm sorry. I guess I got carried away. I didn't mean to hurt you any. Why didn't you tell me that you were in pain?"
Kerry shook her head, then rolled onto her side, to try and control her breathing. With his touch on her face it got worse. She spoke between her sobs. "You didn't. I'm fine."
Fine? Kerry was sobbing. How could that be fine? John sat up and moved closer to her, not wanting to give up any of that precious skin to skin contact. "Something's wrong, Kerry. I did something wrong, but I don't know what it was. Tell me. Please?" He rubbed his hand over her bare shoulder, his heart breaking as he felt her body shake from her sobbing.
"You left." Kerry hated herself as she said it. But she couldn't stop responding to the words or the touch that she'd been so sensitized to. She curled up tighter. "You left."
"What?" John's mind was whirling as he tried to comprehend what Kerry was saying. He had left? Shaking his head, he reached out and lifted her onto his lap. "I haven't gone anywhere, Kerry. I'm right here."
Kerry put her arms around his chest, anchoring herself in place. She managed to stop the tears, but mumbled into his chest. "Everyone leaves." She nodded as best she could. "It's fine, really. I understand."
"I'm not going anywhere, Kerry." John nuzzled his face in Kerry's neck. He understood how she felt. How many times had he been left behind? And now he could feel an anger inside of him toward the man or men who had hurt Kerry and made her feel this way. "I'm not going anywhere," he repeated into her warm skin. "Not even if you tell me to go," he added as he began to kiss along her neck.
That wasn't how the world worked, Kerry knew that - he'd leave. But it was enough, that here and now he'd deny it. And there were arms around her, and kisses on her neck, and fingers warm in the darkness. Kerry moved her head to try and intersect one of the neck kisses, and got a chin in her cheek for her efforts. The next one worked though, and she got his lips.
When their lips met, John intended to lazily explore Kerry's mouth. Take his time. Make her forget about what made her cry. But the minute he felt those still swollen lips upon his own, he lost control again. His tongue was urgent and hungry as he tasted her. And then he found that he could easily lean her back in the embrace of one arm while lifting her body with the other. And then his mouth could reach so many wonderful places. Her breasts. Her shoulder. Her belly. He even managed to lick the top of her thigh and part of her hip. His need for more overcame all else and he gently laid her down on the floor, then stretched out, half beside her and half on top of her. "Let me know if I get too heavy for you," he whispered.
"Please. I like you heavy." Kerry reached to find his body. Ran her hands down his sides. Found a nipple with one hand and his limp cock with the other. Played with them both. She moved her head, to try and find something, anything to kiss. She found the back of his neck, before she'd done more than identify it, it changed and she found hair, and then it was all gone, and suddenly her breast was being suckled and attacked again. Kerry groaned and pushed herself toward the sensation. "Please." But even as she did so, she knew that she wasn't playing fair, she'd been on the receiving end ever since this started. "Should do something for you." Even though there was nothing she wanted more than for him to nudge her legs apart again, and lie on her, and play with her.
John lifted his head long enough to murmur, "You are doing something for me." Then he resumed his suckling. He loved Kerry's breasts. They were so...perfect. Each one fit in a hand. Each one fit in his mouth so easily. He moved his mouth from one to the other, trying to decide if one tasted better than the other. But both were equally perfect. And the way Kerry rose to meet him -- John knew he could never get enough of that. Or any other part of her body. He let his head move lower, slowly licking Kerry's stomach as he moved to the core of her being. He wanted to hear her gasp and moan again. Wanted a chance to see her face as she climaxed. If he brought her to completion often enough, then surely there would be a chance for him to see her face?
John's heart began to race when Kerry's legs parted for him, and he scooted around until he could reach her with his mouth and yet keep their bodies touching. He secretly hoped that Kerry would reach out and touch him while he was busy, but he didn't dare ask for her to do that. It was enough to just touch her, he thought as his tongue snaked out to taste her.
It was good, so good, to have him lapping at her. But Kerry needed more. She reached out with her hands hoping to find his head, his hair - anything to use to hold him close. She found buttocks. The geometry of the situation twisted in her mind - where there were buttocks there were also testicles and a penis. She cupped the testicles then ran the edge of one thumb down the cock. It quivered under her touch. Kerry balanced herself on one elbow, and pushed herself forward - she could only just reach his penis with her mouth, but she opened her lips and the very tip entered. It was thick and warm and her tongue swirled around it, tasting it.
John shivered as he felt Kerry's tongue touch his penis. It was just the tip, but it felt so wonderful. He bit back a moan, but allowed himself a moment or two to simply enjoy what she was doing with that wonderful tongue. Who at work would ever think that the tongue that gave such scathing lashings could be doing something so delicious? John was so tempted to just rest his head upon Kerry's thigh while he let her have her way with him. But he didn't want to short change Kerry's pleasure by doing that. He did, however, reach out to run his fingers through her hair as he lowered his head to the center of her being once again.
Kerry groaned in pleasure and frustration, and the elbow collapsed under her as John returned to his assault on her. It required a lot of effort to balance and reach like that. She reached out again with her hand to find him, then held his testicles in her warm hand. Her breathing became ragged again as he played with her. She tried pulling him toward her, to see if he could make it without overbalancing.
John moaned out loud. Kerry had him, literally, by the balls, and was pulling him toward her. This just wouldn't work with him on his side. Feeling bold, he said, "Would this work better if I was on top of you?"
"Yes."
Well, that was a definite answer, John thought with a grin. "Okay. But, I can't move until you let go of me. I'm a little fond of my testicles, and I'd like to keep them."
Kerry immediately let go and waited impatiently for Carter to move. For his weight to be on top of her once more.
As soon as he was freed, John quickly moved, lightly settling his body over Kerry's. Before she could do anything else, he resumed what he had been doing before. The only drawback being that in this position, with his balls and penis right above her mouth, he couldn't touch her hair or face. Or reach her breasts. But he could caress her hips and thighs. And he could use his fingers on her while his tongue was busy exploring.
Kerry opened her mouth, and found the sensitive tip of his penis, she suckled on it, circled it with her tongue. She listened hopefully for any signs of appreciation from Carter. It was a long time since she'd done this too, and she wanted it to be right. She wanted it to feel as good to him, as it did to her to have a man on top of her again.
John groaned loudly into Kerry. Whatever it was she was doing with her tongue, it was incredible and he wished he could see her doing it. Maybe if things worked out right later in the evening, he could have that chance. And then a thought hit him. He stopped what he was doing, shivered under her touch and said, "I don't have another condom."
"Wha." Kerry ejected the cock from her mouth. "What?" It had been good, she'd been on the right track, and it felt GOOD, and now . . . "What?"
"I just realized that I don't have another condom. I don't carry around a lot with me. Just the one. I'm sorry." He lowered his head again. Just because his pleasure was ended, it didn't mean that Kerry's pleasure had to end as well.
Kerry reached up and ran her tongue along him again. The cock quivered at her touch. His breath was still warm on her. "What're we going to do?" It was a stupid question. There was nothing to do. But she hated the idea of the touching stopping. Him leaving again.
John stopped for a moment. "I'm going to make you come and you're going to just enjoy it. I have a box of condoms at home, so if you want to continue your part once we get there, you can." He grinned. "I certainly won't complain if you do." Then he lowered his mouth to her, energetically thrusting his tongue into her depths, mimicking the act of love they had completed not so long ago.
Kerry pushed herself toward his tongue. She needed this. She needed it so badly. She needed him inside her again and again and again. But it was precisely as stupid for his tongue and mouth to continue doing this, as it had been for her - the only difference was it had been years since her last lover. Even as Kerry arched her hips toward him she tried to ask. "Roxanne clean?"
John was distantly aware of Kerry's voice, but he didn't quite catch what she was saying. He was too intent on enjoying the way her hips were thrusting up to meet his mouth. "What?"
Kerry tried again, but it was hard to concentrate on anything but Carter's tongue. And when she spoke, harder not to capture Carter's swinging penis in her mouth and take it. It scraped over her cheeks like a key looking for a keyhole. "Roxanne clean?" It entered her mouth for a brief and tantalizing second.
"Uh, yeah, I guess. We always used condoms. But..." John didn't want to go into a detailed history, yet he felt Kerry needed to know everything, "there was this woman back when I was a third year med student. Gave me an STD. A shot of penicillin cleared it up. Still." He had not been as careful with Harper, and he didn't want to put Kerry at risk for anything. "I can wait until we get home. Provided *you* can wait." He grinned, wishing he could see her face right now. Mother nature was being generous, giving him plenty of lightning with which to see by, but he wasn't in the right position to look into Kerry's face right now.
"You guess. You don't know?" Kerry was bitterly disappointed. She knew she was clean from Ellis, she'd checked - and there'd only been random patient contact in the course of work since then. They should stop. Kerry pushed the tempting cock with her nose. "We should stop."
John shook his head. "Don't worry about me. I want to please you." He resumed what he had been doing.
Kerry wiggled her hips, and pushed her body toward Carter's tongue. This was just good. So good.
She screwed her eyes tight shut, then opened them again. She could see Carter's body silhouetted above her. But the light didn't fade. It wasn't a flash of lightening. There was something else happening.
The lighting was getting much better, John thought as he worked on Kerry. He loved it that she kept moving her body toward his mouth, his tongue. Loved it that she was enjoying herself. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a loud male voice say "Please be patient. We'll have you down from there soon."