Callie gasped, suddenly enveloped in complete blackness. Reflexively, she clutched Jack's hand more tightly.
"It's okay, Callie, " he soothed, "we've just lost power."
"I know, I know," she replied breathlessly, "You must think I'm a total idiot."
"No... would you like to know what I think of you?" He began stroking her hand gently with his thumb.
"Ummm.. no... maybe.... yes?"
Taking a deep breath, Klaus plunged forward. "I think you're the most intelligent woman I've ever known. I think you are beautiful inside and out. And most of all, I think I'm in love with you. No... I know I'm in love with you."
For a moment, she did not reply and he was terrified. What was he thinking? He should have waited. But the feeling underlying his fear was pure adrenaline-based exhilaration and he did not attempt to take back his declaration.
Callie's heart beat a wild tattoo in her chest. She thought she might faint, cry, or worse begin laughing hysterically. She tugged on his hand and asked, "Do you think you can come over here on the sofa with me? I'm afraid to come to you, my knees might not hold me up and I can't see a thing down here."
Klaus made his way carefully around the table and eased himself down next to her. The sound of her breathing and the smell of her perfume guided him in the pitch black. Immediately her hands ran up his arms, over his shoulders, and taking his face into her hands, she pulled him down to her. The first kiss was whisper soft at first, merely a brush of lips against lips. His arms reached out to encircle her warm body and they kissed again, this time with growing intensity and passion. His tongue slipped tentatively between her soft lips as she opened her mouth to him. They kissed like teenagers who have yet to move beyond that first exploratory sexual step and have yet to become jaded to kissing. They kissed like it was enough.
After many long minutes, her fingertips brushed against the mask. He broke away from her long enough to remove it and immediately reclaimed her lips as her fingers gently explored his face, trying to visualize what she felt. It was no use, all she could tell was that his skin was smooth and his hair fell in waves against his forehead. Besides, she was completely distracted by the fact that his hands were beginning to roam as well. Up and down her arms, across her back, pulling her closer and closer to him. The kisses and his touch were combining for an intoxicating heady feeling; she could feel her pulse throughout her body.
Kissing his way down her neck, he buried his face in her silky dark hair and whispered hoarsely in her ear. "Callie, I want you more than anything I've ever wanted in my life. Do you feel it too?"
She nodded then stood up, tugging his hand. Damn, if there were even a sliver of light in this place maybe she could see him. She strained her eyes, nothing, absolutely nothing.
"Help me with the sofa," she replied. It was all the answer he needed.
His heart pounding, Klaus moved the coffee table out of the way and then helped her open up the sofa bed. Grabbing her hands, he drew her down onto it with him, pulling her body against him. It was the realization of a long held dream to feel her pressed against him, raining kisses on his face. He slipped his hands under her shirt, aching to feel more of her warm flesh. She wriggled against him responsively, giving herself over to pleasure.
"Would you like for me to take that off?" she asked, blushing unseen at her own boldness.
"Let me, please?"
She moved his hands up to the buttons at the neckline. He took his time, easing each button out, his fingers grazing the skin he was exposing. She shuddered as he touched the swell of her breasts; it had been so very long since she had been touched that way, and maybe never so tenderly.
Easing the shirt off her shoulders and tossing it aside, he moved quickly to unhook her bra. He was afraid she'd change her mind if he gave her too long to think about it. But no, she made no move to stop him. Freeing her breasts, he slowed his pace, caressing the smooth skin softly, teasingly, before allowing himself to touch her nipples. They hardened under his fingers, eliciting a moan from Callie.
"No fair," she whispered, tugging at his collar.
He forced himself to take his hands from her body and made short work of his shirt. She immediately snuggled back up to him and he was overwhelmed with sensation as her full breasts pressed against his bare chest. Skin on skin, it was electric.
"You feel so good, you feel so... right." He used a finger to tilt her chin up and kiss her again. Then he took her hand in his and guided it down to the bulge in his pants. She outlined his throbbing cock with her fingers. "I couldn't wait for you to do it yourself."
As her touch excited him almost beyond bearing, he stroked her back, his fingers moving lower and lower until he slid them under the waistband of her pants. Opening the fly of his jeans, she impatiently reached inside to fondle his cock. She liked what she felt, a thick shaft, uncircumcised, with a nice rounded head.
"Oh my God," he gasped. "You're driving me crazy, woman!"
Klaus withdrew from her to stand beside the bed and disrobe. The rustling sounds from the other side let him know she was doing the same. They came back together in the darkness, reveling in the feel of their naked bodies entwining. He moved on top of her and began licking and nibbling his way down her neck, pausing at her breasts. Circling each nipple with his tongue, then sucking like a hungry infant, his teeth nipped her gently. She felt the shockwaves streaking straight to her pussy as Klaus continued sliding downward. Kneeling between her thighs, he gently spread them more widely apart. The first touch of his fingers against her already wet sex drew another gasp from her. With maddening patience he explored her, probing and rubbing in all the most delicious spots. She felt the warmth of his breath on her thigh and then the exquisiteness of his tongue fluttering against her clit. He licked and sucked and began pumping two fingers in and out of her wet heat; the orgasm burst upon her. Back arching, fingers clenched in his hair, she screamed into the darkness. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and held on until her spasms ceased.
When she could speak coherently again, she urged him back up beside her. Kissing him deeply, she tasted herself on his tongue. She found it more arousing. Her hand reached for him and found his cock steel hard against his belly. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to taste him and pushed him over on his back. Bending over him, she took long slow licks up the length of him, she engulfed the head in the warmth of her mouth, she adored his cock with her mouth, tongue, and fingers. She teased salty precum from him and it was his turn to moan with pleasure and lust.
"You have to stop, Callie, please. I don't want to... "
She gave a breathy laugh. "You don't want to?"
"I want to..." he pulled her up and moved over her once again. "I want to come inside you. Please... it's safe, I promise you."
She reached up to touch his face. "I know... I know now that I have nothing to fear from you."
Callie felt the tip of his cock brush against her slick pussy, and opened herself to him. She focused on the sensation of it entering her. Thick and hard, it stretched her slightly and she knew she'd never forget that moment. Klaus pushed forward until he was fully sheathed in her tightness. They began rocking together, finding their rhythm, slowly at first but quickly becoming more frantic. Her nails clawed at his back and he reached under her hips to pull her legs around his waist. Pounding against each other, the slippery sounds of their bodies joining flooded their senses. She began urging him on, gasping out that she was going to come again.
"Good, good," he panted. "Come with me, Callie." It was unlike anything either had ever experienced. It was a joining of body and soul, of love and lust, and it seemed to go on for an impossible length of time. They clung to each other as if dying as the thunderstorm outside raged on.
During the night, they dozed a bit, woke to make love again, and whispered their pleasure to each other. They began intimately acquainted with each other's bodies by touch and eventually, exhausted, they drifted into deep sleep
In the early hours of the morning, Klaus was awakened by the hum of power returning to the house. The lights! He turned to Callie, but she was still sleeping peacefully, her beautiful face serene. How would she react when she saw his face? He knew she would recognize him. He rose and gathered his clothing and mask, then clicked the light off. Instead of breaking it to her all at once, he decided the best course of action would be to reveal his identity slowly. He could not risk losing her now that he finally had her.
Padding quietly up the stairs to the kitchen, he dressed and started some coffee. It was already 7 a.m. and he was ravenous.
"Mmm... how about an omelette," he surveyed the contents of the refrigerator.
The answering machine suddenly clicked on and Klaus froze. Steve's disgruntled voice broke the silence of the morning.
"Callie.. where the hell are you? I called a coupla times last night and couldn't get through. Anyways... this conference is a bust and I'm on my way home. I just got in at the airport and should be there in about an hour."
Klaus fought down his panic. Goddamnit it all, he thought he'd have weeks to win her completely! He'd have to trust that what they'd shared last night was enough for her to believe in him. Gathering his belongings together, he wondered if he should take the added precaution of trying to wipe down his prints. He decided to risk it. He'd rather take the little time he had left to write her a note.
My dearest Callie, It breaks my heart to leave you this way but if you check your answering machine, you'll know why I must go. Please know that everything I said to you is the truth, I stake my life on it. The path your life will take from here is your choice, remember that. You are an amazing woman and deserve much more than you've had. I hope we will be together again soon. I love you, Jack
He frowned at the signature but knew this was not the time to confess his identify. Sneaking silently downstairs, he placed the note on the pillow and took one more look at the love of his life.
