by Vivian Wood
Once he reached the top of my slacks, he paused for a moment before traveling back up to my lips. I let out a sigh, feeling the painful anticipation of wanting him to go lower.
I cupped his face and kissed him deeply. He kissed me back each time. Our lips came together perfectly, as if they were always meant to in the end.
We leaned up and I grasped the bottom of his shirt. I lifted it above his head and slipped it off. I tossed it to the cold floor. His skin was warm and soft. I could not get enough of his lean physique, sculpted from years of labor, no doubt. I kept him up and kissed his chest. His fingers gripped my hair as I did and I heard him groan with lust.
He pushed me back down to the sheets and held my arms above me on the pillows. In the past, this act had made me uncomfortable. But Graham did not use force on me. His gentleness turned me on. I was still wounded, my aches and bruises plagued me. But he took care of me without me even requesting it.
With my arms resting above me, he opened my shirt wide to expose my tingling breasts. The cold air infected my nipples, which peaked to him. He squeezed and licked at them, taking turns nibbling at them. I moaned, feeling the moist twitch of my nether between my legs.
As he traveled down once more, he kissed along the elastic of my trousers. He peaked up at me with pause, his eyes asking permission to continue. I took a hand and stroked back the hair which fell over his eyes. And smiled with a sincere nod.
With strong hands, Graham gripped the band of my trousers and pulled them down. I lifted my feet and pointed my toes to allow them to slip off with ease.
As he came back down, he kissed up my bare legs. Starting with my toes, his lips tickled my skin from my feet to my calves, knees to my thighs. He lingered the longest on my inner thighs, teasing me so much I literally felt the pain of pleasure just out of reach.
I stroked his hair with my shaking fingers and moaned to encourage our lust to take the next step.
Graham inched closer and closer toward my wet slit. He licked his lips and took a deep breath before kissing my sweet folds.
It had been ages since a man had touched me like that. I was rarely on the receiving end of real pleasure. I think Graham knew this and he took his time to allow us to ease into it together. I gasped the moment I felt his tongue, strong and warm, against my lips. It slithered like a snake between the folds. My hips twitched with lust and his intensity increased with every passing moment. The pressure inside me expanded until my breaths came quick and moans fell out of me like rain from a cloud. All my blood ran toward my nether, leaving my limbs numb and my head on air. Graham lapped at me, pressing my button just the way I desired. He read my body language like a master composer. And after years of longing and repression, my body was finally hearing the music it deserved.
“Don’t stop, Graham,” I said as I rubbed the skin of his neck.
He smiled wide with glee and he dived back in without a word. He applied more pressure and varied his speed until I was thriving beneath him. With strong arms, he gripped and steadied my hips as they bucked and trembled for him.
My body heat spiked and I reached the point of no return. The climax took me and I screamed at the ceiling with intense pleasure. Graham continued lapping and decreased his speed as I descended the plateau. My tense muscles surrendered to him and I relaxed into the sheets.
He kissed up my body, loving my belly and breasts and neck. I ravaged his still wet lips with a deep kiss. Our tongues danced in the moonlight.
I reached down to his trousers. His member was still rock hard, his passions begging for sweet release. I dug my fingertips under the fabric and rubbed the skin of his rear, giving it a soft squeeze. I pulled his trousers down to expose him. His erection was large, the tip pulsating with desire for me. I spread my legs to him, giving him willing access to my everything.
We kissed again. Graham took hold of his member and aligned it even with my dripping passage. We both sighed into each other. I took hold of him and waited in warm anticipation until he moved his hips forward and slid inside me.
My tightness opened to him and a moan reach my heart, escaping through my lips. He groaned as he went in, inch after inch, being engulfed in my soft wetness. After going all the way inside, he paused, burying his face into the pillow beneath my head. I kissed the skin of his shoulders and his hair as he caught his breath. My slit throbbed with him inside and my passions ached for more of him.
He raised his head and kissed me again before rocking us with a second thrust. I gripped him tighter as his hips rotated between my thighs with a quick stream of moist gyrations.
I lifted my legs higher and wrapped my ankles around him. I locked them in place and bucked my hips to meet his thrusts. Our rhythm came naturally and we moaned into each others lips between warm kisses. His shaft hit my nether in just the right way. I screamed for him, beckoning him to continue and to never stop. My nails clawed at his back. The harder I scratched, the harder his thrusts came.
I felt my passions double back for a second climax. The feeling overwhelmed me. My eyes watered with tears of ecstatic joy and happiness as I listened to Graham ascend the same climb with me.
We held onto each other, clinging to the last ounce of control we both had until the orgasm shook us both. Graham squeezed the sheets around me, his eyes shut tight. I kissed him as he came, the warm spray soaking my sweet slit. My own juices mixed with his and wet the sheets beneath us.
Graham collapsed on my chest, his falling hair sticking to my skin with sweat. We held each other until our hearts returned to a normal beat. The curse of sleep engulfed us until the early morning light.
I was alone in the bed when I came to. Somehow, I had managed to sleep so deeply that I was undisturbed by his waking. I threw the button down shirt back on and went to search for him. The kitchen and living room was empty and there was no sign of him in the bathroom. I paused there to clean myself up. I brushed a comb through my thick hair and wiped the sleep from my eyes. My cheeks were pink, full of life and love. I had not seen this reflection of myself in the mirror for ages. I smiled and embraced the possibility of a new future ahead.
The sound came from the front porch. The clinging of glass setting on a table and the creaking of a porch swing. I followed the sound outside to find Graham lying back on the porch swing, a book resting on his lap.
“Good morning,” I said.
He looked up with a smile. “Good morning,” he said, throwing a bookmark between the pages.
“How long have you been up?” I asked.
“An hour. Maybe two,” he said. "I could not waste a morning like this.” He looked out at his backyard and we admired the view. It was the first warm morning of the year, signaling the coming of spring. Green grass was reaching out above the melting blankets of snow and the birds’ song was faint, but growing stronger.
“It’s so beautiful out here,” I said, taking the seat next to him on the swing.
“Are you cold?” he asked, taking note of my bare feet and lack of pants.
“No,” I said. “I’m buzzing inside.”
Graham took my hand and we watched the melting snow fall from the trees.
“Did you mean it?” I asked. "When you said I could stay for as long as I wanted?”
“Yes,” Graham said with no hesitation.
We looked at each other and knew it was truth. I leaned in closer for a kiss and he wrapped an arm around me. Our lips met with an intense fire that boiled from deep within us. The book slid off his lap and hit the floor with a dull thud. Graham reached out and stroked the warm skin of my thigh, enticing my desire even further.
I sat up and straddled him on the swing. His hands slid up my legs and rubbed the skin of my buttocks to give my rear a soft squeeze. My hands gripped his face tenderly as we exchanged kisses in the warm morning air.
His hands traveled up my body to cup my breasts beneath the shirt. He massaged me as I moved up and down in a gentle grind against his lap. I felt his member swell with life
beneath me as I moved my hips around.
I reached down under me and rubbed the growing bulge. Graham gasped and squeezed my body harder. I flipped his trousers open to expose his hardness and allowed it to breathe in the morning air. The tip was moist with his juices and I stroked him to maximum desire. His hand gripped my hips and he laid his head back, breathing hard into the open air. With one hand, I stroked him and with the other, I touched myself. The throbbing heat within me began to grow.
I rubbed my nerves and my slit came to life, preparing itself for his hardness. From the way his body was jerking, I could tell he was ready. I intensified my stroke, using my entire palm to please him.
He moaned loudly and gripped my face, bringing me in for a hard kiss. He demanded nothing and said nothing, allowing me free reign to go at my own pace. I rubbed myself a little faster until I just had to feel him inside. I slid my panties aside to make an entrance. Taking guidance of his shaft, I moved in closer until the tip rested against my moist slit. I teased us at first, rubbing the tip on the entrance before sliding him inside.
I smiled to feel him in me again and wasted no time taking what I wanted. I leaned in to kiss him, gripping his shoulders to steady my grind. Graham took hold of my arms and stared deep into my eyes as I arched my back and bounced lightly on him. I writhed, balancing a hand on his knees to keep from falling back. My moans came quickly with each grazing of his hard thickness on my nerves inside.
Graham studied my rhythm and with time, he started to join me. He rounded and tilted his hips with me, pounding me harder as I rode him. He drew me closer to devour my neck and nibble at my collar bone. His moans tore through his lips with each kiss. Once again we ascended together as we did the night before. Climax hit him first, the wet spurt sending me over the edge. I tightened my muscles around his shaft and reached the breaking point, cumming juices down his hardness.
I screamed into his shoulder, his arms holding me steady. He watched me as I came, his deep eyes studying my face and body. He smiled to me and we kissed again. And again.
By the time night fell, I was more madly in love than I’d ever been in my life.
I was a fool to think it would be so easy.
Graham and I laid together next to the fireplace surrounded by fleece blankets, pillows, and empty wine glasses. We wore minimal clothing, clinging to one another for warmth and passion.
The entire day was spent talking and telling our stories. My cheeks ached from laughing the day away with him and my body was exhausted from everything else we’d done to each other.
Graham opened up to me about his life and told me the story of his cabin. It was his grandmother’s home. A place he would spend summers as a little boy. When she died, he inherited it.
“I had a wife,” he said quietly.
“Had?” I asked, sitting up on one arm.
“She died,” he said as he stared at the ceiling.
“I’m so sorry,” I said. “You don’t have to tell me—”
“No, I want to,” he said. He reached out and I took his hand in mine. "It was an accident. Shortly after the wedding.”
I said nothing and watched as the light of the fire made shadows dance across his face.
“I sold all our possessions and came here. I have not left ever since,” he said.
I kissed his forehead and stroked his chest. Then I pulled the blankets tighter around us and rested my head back down on the pillows. “I married Samuel when I was young. Too young,’ I said. “But I thought it was what I was supposed to do. It’s what everyone always said I was supposed to do."
Graham kissed my hair and silently urged me to go on.
“It was fine at first,” I paused and chuckled. "That’s what they always say, don’t they?"
“Who?”
“Battered wives,” I said.
“You couldn’t have known what he’d become,” Graham said. “It's not your fault.”
“I’ll never go back to him,” I said as I sat up to look him in the eyes. I brought his fingers to my lips and kissed them. “I’m yours, forevermore."
We spent the day exploring every piece of each other, as if we were making up for lost time. Our bodies would collapse from exhaustion, only to relapse back and start again.
In the night, the fire began to die as we ran out of fire wood.
Graham stood up, his tight body shining dimly from a heavenly mix of moonlight and fire.
“Must you go?” I asked, reaching out to him.
He pulled up his drawers and tossed a coat around his shoulders. “I’m not ready for this day to end,” he said. He dropped to his knees beside me and leaned in for another kiss. “And for that, we must keep the fire going.” He stood up and I chuckled at the thought. The happiest thought I’d ever had.
Graham opened the front door and walked out into the night. The wood pile was on the side of the house. He would not be gone long. I rolled over onto my side and looked into the fireplace. Dying embers turned orange and glowed with a pulsing power. I pursed my lips and blew a stream of air toward it and watched as it filled them with new, glowing life.
The door opened behind me and I smiled at the sound. “You’re back quickly.” I rolled over to face the door and let out a scream. I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around my half-naked body.
“This is how you treat me?” Samuel growled. His cheeks and nose were beet red. His breath shot out of his mouth like a piercing dagger.
I stood up and took steps back until I hit the wall behind me with nowhere else to go. “Where is he?” I asked, feeling my chest tighten to a third of its normal size.
“I gave you everything,” he continued on and ignored the question. He took a large stride toward me then stopped.
“All the bruises and broken bones a girl could ever ask for, right?” I said between baited breaths. My panic was returning, but I was determined to keep steady. “Where is he?” I asked again.
“Maybe he went out to hunt some game. Or practice on a few bottles and cans. Or to read a book on his porch swing,” Samuel whispered. “And wait for you to come out and whore yourself to him.”
“How long have you been here, Samuel?” I asked. Spare tears overflowed from my eyes, wetting my cheeks.
“I came looking for you. Searched the forest, for you. After you disappeared, I feared the worst,” he said. "And then I saw this place.” He scanned the cabin with big eyes, as if to admire the foundation. “I almost believed him. And then I saw the cookie.”
He leaned down and picked up an empty saucer from the coffee table. “Tiny bites in a circle all the way around,” he said. “Only one person I’ve known does that. And that’s my wife.” He paused to stare back at me. I said nothing and let more tears fall. “It couldn't have been coincidence. So I drove off, parked my truck in the woods, and came back.”
“Get out,” I said.
“You are my wife, Emilia,” Samuel said. "In time, I’m sure I will be blessed with the power to forgive you. Come back with me now.”
“Never.”
He stepped forward and tossed the saucer at the wall next to me. It broke with a deafening shatter. I shrieked and shielded my eyes from the glass.
“Come back with me. Now,” he repeated.
I shook my head at him and leaned back into the wall so hard it was as if I wanted to fuse with it and disappear.
Samuel did not ask a third time. He never did. With another two strides, he closed the gap between us and grabbed my wrist. He yanked at me hard and I lurched forward, dropping my blanket to the floor. I was exposed, topless with only panties to conceal anything else.
“Do you like being his whore?” Samuel shouted. He reached out to my hair with his other hand and gave it a solid yank, pulling me toward the door. I screamed and punched and kicked, but Samuel easily possessed three times my strength. He grabbed my body and tossed me over his shoulder like a bag of laundry.
The door burst open and Graham ran inside. A bit of blood poured across his r
ight eye from a fresh wound. He did not wait to try and reason with Samuel. I had told him enough stories of Samuel that day. Graham knew what he was capable of.
Graham lifted a piece of firewood above his head and swung it at us. Samuel had his hands full of me and could not block the blow. The log struck his face and Samuel dropped me down. I fell to the coffee table and broke two of its legs beneath my weight. It knocked the wind out of me and I winced at my previous wounds, still tender and bruised.
Samuel’s eyes grew with rage, blood flowed from his nose. He stepped toward Graham, fingers closed tightly in furious fists. Graham wasn’t quick enough to dodge him and found himself pinned against the wall by great strength.
I stood up from the floor, breasts and body still exposed, and turned toward the fireplace. The rifle rested above it, glowing in the dying light. If I didn’t act quickly, Samuel would surely kill Graham and take me back home.
I grabbed the rifle off the hook and placed the butt into my shoulder. I took a deep breath, wincing at the hard edges digging into my skin. I aimed for Samuel’s back. Just between the shoulder blades.
Point and pull.
The scuffled ended in an instant, just after the bang. A calm silence fell over us all. For a second of time, the world stood still and doubt overcame me. In that second, a thousand scenarios played in my head. Did I miss? Had I shot Graham instead? Or had the bullet gone straight through and killed them both? I lost my air and had to force myself to breathe until the truth became known.
Samuel dropped to his knees and loosened his grip on Graham. He fell to the floor with a hard thud. Graham let out a deep sigh of relief and looked at me. I was frozen in my place, the rifle still up on my shoulder. Graham came towards me and placed one hand on the gun.
“Let go, Emilia,” he said. “It’s over.”
But something in me was not convinced it was. Even after Graham checked his unmoving pulse. Or after Graham dragged the lifeless body outside. No, I did not feel safe until we dug the hole in the woods and threw him inside. Six feet of dirt was what it took to convince me the ordeal was finished.