Chapter 20
His apartment wasn't as large as she expected, but it contained fine furnishings. It was a model of more motel apartments he expected to build in the near future. Everything was new and extremely modern, but she didn't pause to examine it closely. She was too exhilarated, too happy.
As soon as he had the door closed and her coat off, he took her snugly again in his arms. She tilted her head back and waited for his kiss, her heart thumping wildly, still rather dizzy from their first one, out on the dance floor!
"You're a lovely, wonderful creature!" he whispered, nipping her swollen lower lip gently, his hands becoming bolder.
She remembered things she had to say and a bit of the glory trickled away. He assumed she was a true-blue young widow who had lived an upright life with his brother. She couldn't bear the thought of sailing up here under false colors. She had asked him to wipe away the badness and he believed she meant the strain of all she'd been through before and after the funeral....
"Zane, I have to tell you something!"
"Not now, darling," he breathed, into her eager lips.
"But-I did some bad things-there in Pender," she said, her voice choked with emotion.
"I'm afraid I did, too, Becky...."
His hand came up to cradle her breasts and she shivered, feeling her nipples spire inside her bra. Flurries of quickening desire made her gasp. It was so difficult to talk!
"How could you have done anything?" she asked.
"I ran into this Irene," he said, dully. His hand dropped. There was agony in his voice as he continued. "I realized she was unstable ... I didn't leave Pender the day I saw you there, in the soda fountain. I really wanted to see you again-but I knew I shouldn't because of the way Rudy felt....
"Irene talked about getting even with somebody, and then I saw this hair piece in her handbag and I knew she hated someone for some reason ... It didn't jell in my mind then. I passed over it-and when I heard what happened later, I knew I might have been able to stop it."
She was stunned. Her mind worked swiftly. "No, Zane! No! How could you have known? How could you dream she would go up to his office and grab his wig-and make him that furious?"
He shook his head. "I keep thinking about it, Becky. I was disgusted with her and left town the next day ... Why didn't I stay?"
She understood now one reason for the haunted look in his eyes at the funeral and later, and her heart went out to him. I really started the whole thing when I wouldn't go to Irene's motel.
She had told Zane about that, there on the beach at Lake City. But he hadn't mentioned the fact then that he had known Irene before the tragedy-and she could understand his reluctance. He had found her to cheer her up, to take her mind away from the recent upsetting experience. He had been carrying this around with him, letting it gnaw on him....
He needs help and assurance, too!
"Zane!" she cried. "Don't torture yourself. Rudy was-unstable, too. He told me he'd like to wring her neck. I didn't think he'd go out there to her motel-and ... She's an evil, corrupt woman-she had a breakdown...."
Becky ran her hands across Zane's rigid face. "Darling, you told me once it's all over. We can't go back and change it. Well, it's over. Before I even knew you I went along with Rudy to some wild parties. I'm ashamed of what I did...."
"Damn!" he breathed, taking her hands, placing them on his shoulders. "Don't say any more! You're here, with me-we'll have to forget, not keep bringing it up."
"Yes."
He guided her to the sofa. She sank down gratefully, reaching out to him as he angled down beside her.
In spite of all the old wounds they had opened, she felt closer to him than ever before. She pressed herself nearer, and when his mouth came down on hers, hard and sure, she softened, letting her lips flower open, keenly aware of the intensity of his need. The heat and passion of their first kiss returned with tingling sharpness.
We're both human-we both erred, she thought. And he loves me. We can lick all the badness-I know we can!
His tongue seemed to be drawing away her fears and uncertainties. Each stroke into her lips and mouth lifted her confidence, soothed her emotions like a healing elixir. They had so much to share....
I have to be sure I'm really not a girl's girl, that I belong to Zane.
His hands again found the eager points of her breasts, and tremors of mounting delight possessed her whole body. There was a rich depth in her responses that filled her with hope. She wanted to please him, to give and give and give.
She lanced her fingers through his dark, wavy hair, and caressed the nape of his neck. She wound her tongue-tip about his while little flutters of joy spread from her mouth and her breasts down to her thighs, already warming, already opening....
The kiss ended finally and his whispered words of love and adoration made her giddy. Her long weeks of being in an emotional vacuum, of being alone and untouched, made her pleasure all the keener.
"Oh, I need you so much, darling!" she gasped.
His hands trembled. He kissed her throat, his breathing uneven.
"You're adorable," he murmured.
She didn't care when he found the zipper at the back and ran it down. She even helped him slip the whole top of her gown from her shoulders. Her little pink bra of sheer nylon drew his hand. She could see the dark red peaks of her nipples, furiously spiked, riding high on their swollen aureolae-and wave after wave of intoxicating thrills began as he toyed with them, gently bringing them out even further.
When he loosened her bra at last, she gave a little cry of joy. Her mounds had never been so sensitive, so firmly peaked. Achy nuances of pure delight raced from one nipple to the other. She squirmed, her short skirt-hem riding back along her thighs nearly to the tops of her sheer, smoky nylons.
His lips wandered lower while his hand now swept to the lure of her opening thighs. His fingers, exploring gently, seemed to burn against her flesh. Nylons passed, now-onto the silky areas above ... further, still further, along the tender inner planes while tiny tremors of breath-taking intensity made her swing her breasts forward inviting his lips.
He moaned, kissing the vale between her rigid mounds, then working gently outward, until she could hardly bear the suspense. At last his lips enclosed a throbbing nipple and at the same instant his hand reached her panties, shaping the mound of her desire....
"Ohh-darling!" she breathed.
Dreaming of his hands on her was nothing compared to the sweet vivid reality. She was shaken to the roots of her being. She spread her legs, swimming in a thrall of pure enchantment.
She wasn't ashamed that she was already wet with the effusion of her love-flow. It was mute testimony to the fierceness of her need. But she had never been so swiftly aroused, so thoroughly aware of her feminine hungers, in all her life!
I wanted Zane the moment I laid eyes on him, but I was too naive or too dumb to realize it. We were made for each other....
She knew now why she hadn't been able to function with Hal-her subconscious had been involved with another man. After meeting Zane there had been a wonderful change in her and she hadn't realized the reason until now.
Then, when she had reached home and Rudy had gone to sleep, she had let her emotions go, and in spite of the wrongness of it she had squirmed out her lust with a picture of Zane in her mind's eye. Her pantings and strivings had even awakened her husband....
I'm glad I did it, now. I'm glad I resisted Tina's last advances....
Suddenly she was being lifted and carried. His strength was breath-taking! She closed her eyes, momentarily, lost in a floaty haze of anticipation.
When they entered another room her eyes popped open. A light went on. He swung her down on a wide soft bed. A delicious languor possessed her. She stretched and flexed her long legs, not caring a whit that her skirt was clear to her hips, her breasts bared for his delectation.
His hands passed along her body, and she helped him remove her dress, then her slip, her wispy pink panties ... The soft glow from a single lamp slanted across the counterpane, limning her figure, the tapered length of her thighs, the upward jut of her rose-tipped breasts....
"Beautiful!" he cried, standing beside the bed, staring down at her, his eyes seeming to drink in the sculptured planes of her body-and she was entirely unashamed of her nakedness. This was a new freedom for her. True, with several drinks under her belt she had paraded around at Gene and Tina's house, but here, now, there was no onus of playing a role. She wasn't acting out the part of a party wife. She gloried in his inspection of her charms. She wanted him to see every inch of her body.
He removed his jacket, then his sport shirt. He was wonderfully tanned. His belly was flat, his waist trim. She had never been so eager to see any man nude, including her former husband....
Forget Rudy, now!
His trousers dropped. Swiftly he took off his shoes and socks. She saw the mark of his maleness, as his shorts came away, and a spasm of delirious yearning made her tremble. He was truly all man as she had sensed that he would be.
He didn't hide himself. He was proud of his proportions, of his physique, and she could hardly blame him. But he didn't strut either. Always before there had been a kind of shame about looking at naked male loins. No more! Not with Zane....
He moved forward lithely, sinking down on the bed at her side. Her throat was so tight she knew she couldn't say a word. None were necessary. She was shiveringly ready for his advances. She felt that with him she could be completely and wonderfully abandoned. Wasn't a good wife supposed to be a harlot in the bedroom?
She turned toward him eagerly. They kissed and her lips were afire, clinging, spreading sensually under his pressure. His hand on her naked breasts, her nipple in his palm, created a sweet burning. Her heart was a drum and with each beat ripples of delight curled through her being....
The drum vibrated more swiftly. Now his hand sought new areas of responsiveness along her waist, down the curve of her hips, along her thighs, circling about until she opened wide for the final caress of more intimate places.
They came. She moaned out her pleasure as he found the bower of her need, the soft curve of her femininity, the super-sensitive swollen tip, love-wet, distended for their mutual enjoyment....
The drumbeats quickened. She urged him with her hands. She reached down and clasped him, tremulous with wonder. Her throat turned dry. Her breasts heaved.
Now ...!
He swung above her. She had never wanted it so keenly. Whatever doubts she had entertained about her complete femininity were cast to the winds. She was dying for him. She could hardly wait.
Ohhhh-now ...!
The heated touch of her slender thighs against his lean strong body sent her senses reeling. But the next contact, simultaneous with the capture of a nipple in his lips, hurled her into a new realm of erotic sensation.
The voluptuous flex and give of her tender labia as she strained and spread to receive him, made the drum-beats come swiftly! Shivery nuances of rapture, accompanying the sure drive of his maleness into the slick snug depths of her love-cove, were something so totally new she cried out with joy!
Each pound of the drum sent her confidence soaring.
She had read about involuntary little intimate-sweet claspings that a real woman experienced in the arms of a capable lover. She had believed herself incapable of such passion, that it was something a woman doctor had dreamed up to sell copies of her book....
But, how wrong I teas! Oh, oh, oh ...!
She hadn't dreamed she could become so quiveringly alive within. She hadn't dreamed that each little tightening about him could bring such rapture!
Their honeyed writhings became even sweeter. He was filling her with his maleness, reaching now a deeper, even more vibrantly sensitive area-far, far, far....
Oh-oh-oh ... Oh-Oh-OHHHHHHH!
She reached a pinnacle of sensation she had never known before. A last tremulous hanging before the plunge and then, suddenly, all of her cares and worries and heartaches exploded in a torrent of release.
The drum-beats sounded through her wildly, fiercely. Throb after quick swift throb, like sensuous darts, like honeyed barbs, like the pound of the surf, like fire being drawn from her spine, like needles in her thighs, burst within her.
The sweet wrenchings of her pelvic area as his drives continued lofted her into a rosy haze. She sailed and floated, the sigh of the bed so far away she might have been in another room....
Then another pound, pound, pound began, even more tempestuous than the last! A frenzied heaving heavenly tingling brought her back to earth. Then she was going again!
He was holding above her so she could do the last little bounces.
With gusty recklessness she responded-reaching, weaving, swinging-pausing, then reaching, giving, straining, panting, rising, rising-until she felt the swelling of his maleness, the moan of his pleasure-and with the quick hard beats of the climax that followed she sank into a well of complete and total womanhood....
"Oh, darling," she said, at last. "I didn't know-I didn't dream love-could be like this!" He kissed her throat, still above her, still possessing her, but now relaxed, his sighs of gratitude telling her only too clearly that she had pleased him!
"With us it will be even better, darling," he murmured.
We did lick it, she thought. I could spit on Tina right now. No-I feel sorry for her. If she's never known a heaven like this, I truly hope that someday she does. What we shared was shallow and wrong and empty....
She wound her thighs about Zane, so happy to have his broad chest on her yielding breasts, so grateful that he was still big and firm within her, that tears came into her eyes.
The ugly past was done. And she knew that with Zane at her side she could look the future in the eye, unafraid. Her tensions were gone, at last. She was vibrantly and wholly feminine-and she would never doubt that again!