Seducing the Burks

He lay naked across the bed stripped down to its fitted sheet because he hated loose bed linens to interfere with his access to my body. His predatory smile enticed me to move from my position at the foot of the bed. Kneeling at the edge of the mattress between his spread legs, I placed my hands on his ankles and pressed his feet until his heels met the lower curves of his taut buttocks. My hands kneaded and slapped his turgid flesh and drawn sac while his hands gripped the thick spindles of the heirloom headboard. Latex stretched to accommodate the girth of his sex before my wet sheath did the same. Slowly, I rocked myself in the cradle of his legs. My body required a full minute to take him. His hands released the furniture in favor of a firm grip on my thighs, which he eased farther apart, compelling me to take him deeper by increments. The pungent smell of male and female arousal filled my nostrils and throat as full as his flesh filled my body. I needed to ride him hard, but he held me immobile. I gazed at him and saw my need reflected in his eyes.

"Kiss me," he said.

When I leaned forward, my clitoris pressed against his pelvic bone, jolting my nerve endings. I jerked against his restraining hold.

The first ring awakened me instantly.

"Hello, this is Dr. Kalliope Cleary Ruskin," I said feeling jittery from days of insufficient sleep.

A quick glance at the illuminated clock face confirmed that I'd been asleep for fewer than three hours. Dawn was about two hours away.

"Mommy, this Maya Burk. Daddy very hot. Please come now."

Hearing the sweet soprano voice of my former lover's four-year-old child brought a smile to my face until all her words registered. She usually called me "Dr. K" unless she was uneasy.

"Maya, let me speak to your daddy, please."

Cupcake, my two-year-old mostly shepherd mutt, barked once in recognition of the child's name.

"He won't talk." The frequency of the tremor in her voice suggested that fear rather than unhappiness gripped her.

"Maya, sweetheart, tell me why you're out of bed. Have a bad dream?" While the little girl gave details about calling for her daddy to chase away the bad man, I groped the surface of my bedside table for my wireless phone and dialed for emergency assistance.

"...He always comes right away, but he didn't come, Mommy." She hiccoughed.

"I understand, Maya, just hold on while I tell some people how to get to your house to help your daddy and you. Stay on the phone with me, Maya. Okay?"