Midnight Angel

  It was Allegra herself who bumped it up to the next level. She moaned and moved in close, opening her mouth under his, greedy for more contact. She slanted her head, breathed in deeply and dived into a long, gliding kiss, endless and heated. She fought to get as close to him as she could, arms twined around his neck.

  Kowalksi lifted her onto his lap and she pressed herself against him, tight and warm, starting to breathe fast. Clinging to him as if he were about to leave and she was desperately trying to make him stay.

  Her cheeks were wet.

  “Hey, hey,” he murmured, lifting his head. She buried her face in his neck, hanging on for dear life. He kissed her forehead for comfort, her lips for pleasure.

  “I’m not going anywhere, you know. I’m right here, just as long as you want me.” He shifted uneasily, aware that her hip was about half an inch from his hard-on. He tried to make his hold non-sexual, wondering how to do that while holding in his arms the most desirable woman in the universe. Her rich hair fell over his arms, the delicate smell of her rose to his nostrils. He was so hot he thought he’d burn up.

  He should cool things down, for her sake. Maybe she didn’t want sex now, maybe she wanted comfort. With a wrench, Kowalski tried to get his mind off his swollen cock, away from the fact that her small breasts were pressed against his chest, not thinking at all about her lips so close to his neck he could feel the small puffs of her breath.

  She was traumatized. This was no time for sex.

  Allegra gave a small, sensual sigh and turned her face to bite him, delicately, on the neck. She shifted her hips, rolling over his hard-on, biting harder when she felt him swell even more. The feel of her small teeth on the tendon of his neck, her hip on his cock, electrified him.

  Then again, maybe it was time for sex. He rose with her in his arms, debated letting her walk into the bedroom with him and decided against it. Take too long, he thought. He needed to get them into the bedroom, get them naked and into bed now.

  He moved as fast as he could, operating by instinct alone, and in a moment, they were by her bedside and he was sliding her down his body. She kept her arms around his neck, kissing him wildly. She moved against his cock, laughing when she felt him swell even more through her clothes and his.

  “Now now now!” she chanted into his mouth, removing one hand from around his neck to run it over his chest and down to his cock. She gripped him through his pants and pumped him, one long stroke to the tip, then back down.

  He had to be in her or he would die. There wasn’t even time to strip.

  Kissing her deeply, he reached up under her skirt to pull down her panties, then with one hand opened his pants and briefs just enough for his straining cock to spring out, while easing her down onto the bed with his other arm. Was she ready? He slid his fingers over her sex, stroking the folds and yes, she was wet, but not enough, not nearly enough.

  He eased a finger into her. She was as responsive here as she was with her mouth. He could feel how her muscles responded to the strokes of his tongue and when he slanted his mouth for a deeper drink of her, her little cunt contracted around his finger. She was easing already into orgasm, almost before she was aroused enough to take him.

  That pushed him over the top. He spread her, fitted himself to her opening and started pushing.

  The kisses were wild now, an eating of lips, clashing of teeth, tangling of tongues. She was getting wetter by the second and he moved steadily forward into her until he stopped, halfway in, breathing heavily. It was so mind-blowingly hot inside her, tight and soft. Allegra lifted her knees along his legs, opening hers wide for him and he was able to slide all the way home, completely inside her.

  They both stilled, panting. Kowalski lifted his head to look down at Allegra. She hadn’t wanted the light on that first night—a million years ago—but there was enough light from the streetlamp outside for him to see her features. Her skin was so pale, it was like having his own moon right under him, up close and personal. Her lips were swollen and wet, just like her cunt. Wet for him. From him.

  Those glorious green eyes were shut, long luscious lashes dark against her pale cheeks.

  Their clothes were bunched around them. He wanted to feel her naked skin against his when they started fucking—whoa, he corrected himself immediately, inside his own head—when they made love. Kowalski was trying to figure out how to get them naked, planning his moves, starting to toe his shoes off before tugging his pants down, when she blew him away.

  Kowalski was wrestling with his shoes when Allegra took his face between her hands, turned it gently, and placed her lips against his ear. She kissed him softly on the ear and whispered, “I love you, too, Douglas.”

  Kowalski exploded. There was no other word for it. He bucked once, hard, feeling the rush of electricity race along his spine and started coming in endless jets, digging his shoes into the mattress to push as hard into her as he could. He broke out in sweat and his eyes started leaking tears. He was helpless to stop his reactions and could only hold on to Allegra in desperation as he went up in a conflagration, every cell of his body destroyed in the fireball.

  Senior Chief Kowalski, the tough, lonely warrior, died in a burst of blinding heat and light and was replaced later, much later, by Douglas, beloved man.

  Allegra woke to Douglas curled around her back, mantling her. They’d made love last night and afterward she’d fallen into a dreamless sleep like a stone sinking deeply into the ocean. She dimly remembered falling asleep with him on top of her, inside her.

  They were both naked now. Somehow, during the night, Douglas had managed to take all her clothes off without waking her. His clothes, too.

  She could feel every glorious, hard, hairy inch of the front of him all along her back. He was heavily aroused. She could feel his erect penis in the small of her back. Something—some muscle memory—told her he’d been that way for a long time.

  Ouch. Did it hurt men when they were erect and didn’t make love?

  She stirred slightly and he tightened his arms around her.

  “Good morning, love,” he rumbled in her ear and nuzzled. Allegra broke out in goose bumps. How could she wake up ready for sex after last night? And yet she was, there was no mistaking it. Douglas’ large hand was sliding over her stomach, his palm resting over her mound, and she knew what he would find once his hand slid lower. She was wet already. Or still? Maybe she’d had the equivalent of an erect penis all night herself, her body primed for sex with Douglas. Maybe even in the unconciousness of sleep, all it took was Douglas’ presence, which she registered at the primal level, at the level of smell and touch, and her body prepared itself for him.

  Even before his callused palm caressed her breast, her nipples were hard, so sensitive it almost—but not quite—hurt, when he cupped her breast, circling the nipple with his finger.

  She was ready, totally ready for him.

  This had never happened to her before. With her other lovers, she’d always been slow to warm up, so slow a couple of men had complained. She’d even been resigned to thinking of herself as a cool lover. Not frigid—she’d had her share of orgasms—but definitely cool.

  Not now. Not with Douglas. Now she felt as if she were burning up, and all it took was his presence.

  Allegra opened her mouth to wish him good morning too, but all that came out was a moan. He’d lifted her leg up with a hard thigh, opening her up to his touch, and slid a long finger inside her.

  He stiffened. “You’re wet,” he growled into her ear. “You’re ready.”

  She couldn’t talk, she couldn’t breathe. Oh God, how could he know exactly how to touch her? Where to touch her?

  She writhed against his finger, trying to get his hand…there. She stilled, her mind going into that wild free fall just prior to orgasm.

  “Turn over.” Douglas’ voice was low, guttural.

  “What?” She was dazed, barely able to take his words in.

  Douglas grabbed the two pillows and placed the
m against her belly. “Turn over on your stomach.” Without waiting for her to obey, he shifted her until she was lying with her belly over the pillows, which had the effect of lifting her butt in the air. “Grab the mattress.” He placed her hands over the edge of the mattress and curled his big hands over hers. “Hold on tight.”

  His voice had a completely new tone, one she’d never heard before. By contrast with his guttural tones now, she realized he’s always spoken to her tenderly, gently. Not now. Now his voice was harsh with command, as if there was no question that he held absolute power over her.

  It was pure male command and to be resisted, out of principle, but that voice overrode entirely her usually healthy ego. That utter male dominance called up something wild and purely female in her, two animals obeying their deepest instincts.

  By contrast, Allegra realized how Douglas moderated his touch with her, his hands always gentle. His touch, now, was no longer soft and gentle. Now he was using the strength of his hands to grip her hips, position her for him, a stallion readying his mare.

  Every cell in her body woke up and opened to him. She felt as if she were at the bottom of some deep ocean, far from land. The air was thick and hot, with a weight of its own.

  He mounted her. There was no other word for it as he covered her. His hard, rough hands pulled her hips up higher, powerful hairy thighs parted her legs and he entered her with a thrust that jolted her, and started moving immediately in her. He usually hesitated slightly before entering her, testing to see if she was ready. He was very large and she’d appreciated his thoughtfulness, aware at all times that he treated her with delicacy and tenderness. He always entered her slowly and usually stopped for a moment after entering fully, allowing her time to adjust. Always the perfect gentleman.

  Not now.

  Douglas clearly wasn’t thinking about his size or her readiness. Now he was a pure male in rut, his thrusts so hard they lifted her and propelled her forward. She needed her outstretched hands to brace herself against the bedstead. Low, harsh sounds came from him, from deep in his chest, in time with the squeaking of the bedsprings, as he worked her mercilessly, hard and fast.

  It didn’t hurt, not even a little. Douglas’ transformation from gentle lover to out-of-control male excited her on a deep level, in a way she’d never felt before. She had no idea this was in her—this intense excitement at being…taken. It was pure animal lust—Douglas grunting over her body, pistoning in and out of her in long, hard thrusts, the smell of sweat and sex surrounding them like a fog.

  Prickles of heat raced over her spine, she felt her face burn, droplets of sweat fell off her face onto the sheets. Douglas’ fingers tightened and he positioned her even higher, moving so close she could feel the wiry short pubic hairs rasping against her smooth inner thighs. He began a series of short, hard thrusts that stretched her inside, reaching around her, touching her…there.

  Oh God!

  With a wild cry, Allegra erupted, her whole body exploding in a flash of heat. She shook with the force of her contractions, feeling herself tighten around Douglas’ penis so strongly it was a miracle he could still move. His thrusts speeded up, wild, almost out of control, low moans torn from his throat as he loved her through her orgasm. And the next. Impossibly, as soon as her contractions started dying down, Douglas did something, changed the angle of his entry, and she climaxed all over again, in sharp, almost painful pulses of her vagina.

  That one set him off. He started thrusting even harder, even faster, a low animal growl coming from him. She felt him swell inside her until he exploded with a huge shout, shooting jets of semen in her so hard she could feel every pulse. He was no longer pumping in her, but grinding, buried in her as far as he could go. They froze for a moment, Douglas deep inside her, while she lost contact with her senses, every circuit on overload.

  With a groan, Douglas toppled forward, his heavy body crushing her to the mattress. They lay there panting for long minutes.

  Allegra slowly regained her senses. Douglas was so heavy on her she had to work to expand her lungs enough to breathe. She couldn’t ask him to move because she could feel him still shuddering above her, breathing heavily. She could feel his hard chest muscles bellowing as he caught his breath. If he felt anything like her, his muscles were like water. He was still inside her, his penis still hard, though not steel-hard like before, his hands covering hers, head next to hers on the bed.

  They were covered in sweat, his and hers, plastering them together. Her entire groin area was wet with semen, as was the sheet below her. Crazily, it wasn’t unpleasant. Sex was an animal pleasure as well, she now realized. She liked the tenderness, but there was something wild and real and primitive about the kind of sex they’d just had, too.

  Her breathing slowed and she drifted…

  “Oh, God,” Douglas moaned. “I think I just died.”

  She would have reassured him that he was still very much alive, but who had the energy?

  Douglas groaned heavily and rolled off her, allowing her to pull in a deep breath now that her lungs could expand. His hand touched her back, his touch now gentle again, almost tentative.

  He was back.

  “Are you okay?”

  She didn’t have the energy to respond.

  “Allegra?” The deep voice sounded worried. He shook her gently. “Allegra, did I hurt you? Are you all right?”

  She wriggled her toes and fingers. They worked, so she was probably still alive. Talking required too much energy, so she nodded her head once and murmured, “Mmm-hmm.” Saying I’m okay would have taken too much effort.

  “Wow, that was intense. I thought I was going to have a heart attack.”

  “Mmm-pphhh.” Now that breathing was easier, she did some more of it, drifting lightly…

  “Wow.” Douglas sat up in bed, the springs protesting, jolting her awake. He clapped his hands once. “I feel great. Boy, am I hungry. I think we’ll have some more of those cornetti the Mancinos made. And that whole-wheat bread. Maybe make a few pancakes.”

  Food? He was thinking about food? Allegra found breathing to be about the extent her abilities. “Mmm.”

  He slapped her lightly on the butt. “Get up lazybones. I’m taking a quick shower now and I’ll fix breakfast while you have your own shower. Come on now, I’ve got to get to work.”

  He wanted her to get up? No way. She shook her head on the pillow, using up the last of her energy reserves.

  He kissed her shoulder. “I want to have breakfast with you and I want to tell you what I’m going to do during the day and I want you to walk me to the door and I want to kiss you goodbye.”

  Well, that was clear. Without shifting her head on the pillow, she said, “I’ll do that if you shout out ‘Honey, I’m home’ when you come back.”

  “Deal.”

  Allegra smiled and didn’t move.

  “Come on, honey.” The beast simply lifted her up until she was sitting with her back against the headboard, forcing her to come completely awake. He lifted her hand to his lips. “I want us to have breakfast together. Don’t make me eat alone, okay?”

  This was unfair. She sighed and opened her eyes. “You’re cooking?”

  “Absolutely.” He sounded insanely cheerful. “It’ll all be ready by the time you get out of your shower.”

  And it was.

  When she stopped at the entrance to the kitchen, hand out, she smiled when she touched his arm. The smells were delicious and she suddenly found she was voracious. Sex as an appetite stimulant. Now there was a new thought.

  “Everything smells wonderful.”

  “Wait until you taste it.”

  “So you’ve already started without me?”

  “Couldn’t wait.” He sounded sheepish. “I was starving. You’re going to have to work to catch up with me.”

  Douglas walked her to the table, sat her down. She could hear him pouring liquid. “Coffee at eleven o’clock bravo red.”

  She found it immediately and
sipped. Wonderful.

  He touched her knee and she turned to him. “I’m going to work through the day and see if I can come home early. Maybe we could go for another walk this afternoon if it’s not too cold, what do you say?”

  Oh yeah. What could be better than looking forward to a walk? “I’d love that. Thanks.”

  He held her hand. “And then…I was thinking maybe I could get tickets for the Bach concert on Thursday, would you like that? They say this new pianist, what’s his name? Orloff—is great. And then maybe we could go for a bite to eat afterwards. There’s that new French restaurant near the concert hall. Maybe you’d like to go there?”

  “I think I’d prefer Italian. And I’d love to go to the concert. I’ve been wanting to go ever since I heard about it.”

  “Italian it is. I’ll ask around for a nice restaurant and I’ll order the concert tickets today.” She felt him coming closer, and he kissed her on the cheek. “See how nice it is to have breakfast together? I wouldn’t want to miss this.”

  Suddenly, it was clear to Allegra why he’d insisted that they have breakfast together. He was setting up a routine for them, habits they could forge together. He was creating a life for them. Well, wild monkey sex followed by a wonderful breakfast and plans for a walk and a concert was certainly a routine she could get used to.

  She breathed in deeply. This was just so wonderful. Before Douglas, mornings had been sad and difficult. She usually slept badly and woke up tired, feeling dull and lonely. When she finally managed breakfast, her morning coffee sat acidly in her stomach without waking her up. She knew she had the whole day to get through, in darkness and silence, until night fell, with only another restless night to look forward to.

  Nothing like now, with the prospect of a walk with Douglas in the afternoon, dinner together, sleeping with him, waking up with him. Today she just knew she’d finish writing her song, “New Love,” and get in some good practice sessions. She actually looked forward to today.