Roughly an hour and a half after they had gone into the archives, they were on the outer side of the last door. Martha locked up, and grinning happily at each other, they walked to the information desk.
After they had exchanged phone numbers and addresses, Eleanor reached behind her and pulled something from her back pocket. Looking a little shy, she extended her hand. “I think this is yours.”
Martha’s breath caught in her throat. Eleanor held the laminated bookmark with the photo of herself. “How did you—?”
“It fell on the floor when I startled you—when you dropped your book.”
Martha opened her mouth to speak, then closed it and crossed her arms over her chest. Oh God, no! She thinks I’m a stalker!
Eleanor moved closer, laying her hand on Martha’s cheek. “I know where I met you,” she said firmly. “I saw you that day. In the middle of the game, while I was chasing a ball, I ran up to the sideline and you were yelling ‘Go, Eleanor the Great!’ And when I looked into your eyes, I felt like I’d been hit by lightning.”
For a moment, Martha couldn’t speak. “Me too,” she sighed.
“I looked for you after the game, you know. I looked for you the whole of that year—in the cafeterias, on campus—every time I walked to or from class.”
Almost afraid to believe her, Martha felt the tears edge into her eyes.
“And now here you are. My lightning.” Eleanor leaned forward and kissed her.
Martha nodded. “I can’t believe it.”
“So,” Eleanor asked, “why were you calling me Eleanor the Great?”
Because I love you, Martha wanted to say. But no, she wouldn’t say that yet. That could wait a bit. Maybe a few months. “It suits you,” Martha replied.
A finger pressed on Martha’s nose. “Oh no. Inspiring as it may be, that nickname has got to go.”
Martha grabbed the finger and laughed. “We’ll see.” She brought the hand to her mouth and kissed the palm that had loved her. “We’ll see, Eleanor.”
Two After Midnight
Meghan O’Brien
Jamie cornered me as I hurried out of the kitchen on another errand for Natasha, the bride-to-be. She grabbed me by the arm and tugged me into the bathroom, closing the door behind us. I could see familiar desperation in her eyes as she pushed me against the wall.
“It’s been a week,” she growled into my ear. I shivered when her hot breath tickled my neck. She pressed her lean body—clad in a tuxedo for Maria and Natasha’s wedding—against mine and ground our hips together. “A goddamn week, darling, and you look so good today and I want you so bad.”
My stomach flip-flopped at the pure need in her voice. Her hand crept under my skirt and brushed the soft skin of my inner thigh. She looked amazing, decked out in black, and I’d been watching her across the room all day.
“I want you too,” I whispered, and touched the side of her face. I’d wanted her all week long, but somehow we just hadn’t managed to find the time. And now, after hours spent helping to make sure Maria and Natasha’s big day would go smoothly, my need had reached a fever pitch and there was no relief in sight.
“God, sweetheart,” Jamie groaned. Her fingers found the heat between my legs, skimming over the crotch of my panties. “Five minutes?”
It was difficult, but I managed to shake my head. “Natasha asked me to run upstairs and get her necklace. I don’t have five minutes, baby. The guests are about to start arriving.” Then, despite my protest, I leaned in and kissed her hard.
Jamie whimpered and pushed her fingertip beneath the elastic leg of my panties, tickling the short hairs she found beneath. I broke apart from our kiss with a gasp and planted my hand on her chest.
“No.”
Jamie gave me a petulant frown. “But you kissed me.”
It was so hard to resist the desire in her brown eyes, but I was determined to be strong. “I’m sorry, baby. It’s the tux. You look so fucking hot, I can hardly stand it. But we don’t have time now.”
Growling, Jamie left me with one last searing kiss. “Later,” she said, then slipped out the door.
*
After the ceremony, there was dancing. Jamie claimed me quickly, dragging me over to a spot in the corner of the floor. She pulled me against her body and bent her head for a quick kiss. I looped my arms around her waist, feeling my nipples harden just from that simple reconnection.
Needing to breathe, I pulled away with a dazed grin. “I haven’t stopped looking at you all day,” I murmured as I recovered from her shattering kiss. “When Natasha was saying her vows, I realized just how hot and wet I was. You’re torturing me.”
Jamie pulled me closer and chuckled. “You love it.”
“I never said I didn’t.” I ran my hands up and down her strong back, wishing for the pressure of a firm thigh between my legs. “But I’m dying, I want you so bad.”
In the middle of the crowded dance floor, Jamie leaned in and licked my earlobe. “I’ve been hard for you all day too, sweetheart.” She pressed her hand against the small of my back, holding me tight against her body. “Tell me how you want me.”
Blushing, I looked around at the dancing couples who surrounded us. I met Natasha’s knowing eyes and then, when the newlyweds turned in a slow circle, Maria’s cocky grin. They looked so happy in each other’s arms, and seeing their joy only served to make me want Jamie more. Six years together, and my wife still made me burn.
I whispered into Jamie’s ear. “I want you inside me. Your fingers at first, then your cock. I want you on top of me and inside me, making me feel so good.”
Jamie pulled me closer and touched the back of my thigh with a warm, heavy hand. “I want to be in you so bad right now. I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day long. All fucking day.”
“We could sneak away—”
Jamie nipped at my neck, stopping my words with a delicious shiver. “You want me to fuck you, sweetheart? You want me to take you in the bedroom with all these people out here, and—”
She stopped talking and turned her head. Entranced by her words, I didn’t realize for a moment that Maria had tapped her on the back. Our friend, handsome in a tuxedo that matched Jamie’s, gave us both an apologetic grin.
“How’s the groom doing?” Jamie said with an easy grin, and slapped Maria on the back. In an instant, she went from seductive lover to butch buddy, and I watched the transition with a fond, if frustrated, smile.
Maria beamed, then sobered. “I’m really good. Perfect, actually. Except—”
“Except what?” Jamie asked, and gave me a subtle glance that telegraphed her deep need.
“Except Natasha’s sister. She’s wasted, and so is her husband, and I’m not sure what to do with them. They drove three hours to be here, and I’m not sure how they planned to get home…”
I saw the comprehension in Jamie’s eyes even as I felt a wave of disappointment roll through me. “You want them to stay with us?” Jamie offered. “I know you two want to be alone on your wedding night.”
Maria gave her a guilty look. “I don’t want to impose.”
I shook my head and touched Maria’s arm. “Not at all. This is your wedding night. You don’t want someone in the next room while you’re showing your wife how much you love her. We totally understand.”
“Well, if it’s really okay—”
“It’s okay,” Jamie said. She gave me a lingering, apologetic look. “We really do understand.”
*
After everyone but our houseguests had gone home, I escaped into our bedroom and closed the door behind me with a weary sigh. “I put Nicole and Ethan in the guest bedroom.” Natasha’s sister and her husband were very drunk, and very amorous. I had just been resenting the hell out of them as they groped each other while stumbling toward our guest bed.
Maria and Natasha owed us big time.
“What about Carrie?” Jamie asked. She was sitting up in bed, arms folded over her bare chest.
I sighe
d again. “On the pullout bed. She kept apologizing over and over again for needing to sleep over. She’s so embarrassed she got drunk.”
Jamie managed a tired smile. “She’s earned it, I guess. I know she’s been hurting since the breakup.”
“Yeah.” My arousal, which hadn’t left me throughout all the bustle of the day, was suddenly overwhelmed by a deep exhaustion. “Shit.”
Jamie’s eyes shone with sympathy. “I know, sweetheart.”
With a pained groan, I trudged over to the bed and tugged off my skirt. “This isn’t gonna work, is it?”
“I don’t think so.”
When I finished undressing, I dropped onto the mattress next to my wife. “But I’ve been wanting you all day.” Worn out, I felt tears threatening at the corners of my eyes. “This isn’t fair.”
Jamie encouraged me over onto my side so she could spoon me. Curling an arm around my stomach, she pulled me tight against her body and dropped a gentle kiss on the back of my shoulder. “I know, sweetheart,” she said again.
I was too exhausted to do anything about it, but my bone-deep need just wouldn’t die. “I want you to fuck me,” I complained in a whisper. I pressed my bottom backward, feeling a tired delight at the sensation of wiry curls brushing against my bare skin.
Exhaling against the back of my neck, Jamie leaned up and planted a kiss on my cheek. “I will,” she murmured into my ear. “But sleep now.”
*
When I woke up, she was inside of me.
“Oh—” I gasped, but then her hand was pressed over my mouth, silencing my cry. I moaned into her palm and arched my back as she fucked me with the fingers of her other hand.
She leaned down until her lips brushed against my earlobe. “Quiet.” Her voice was rough with sleep, her breath warm against my neck. Her hand never stopped moving between my thighs.
I could hear the sound of my own wetness as she thrust in and out of my pussy. When had I gotten so wet? One minute ago, I had been dreaming.
“I need to fuck you.” She withdrew her fingers, dragged the tips up over my labia, then milked my clit for a frantic heartbeat. “I’m going to put my cock inside you and fuck you until you come.”
Even if I’d been able to speak, I wouldn’t have known what to say. I never would have expected this from Jamie. For her to enter me while I was sleeping, to hold her hand over my mouth, to pin me to the bed with her heavy bulk. Never mind that we’d been wanting one another so desperately for a week; I couldn’t have predicted this.
I spread my legs slightly and stared up at her as she pulled back, though I wasn’t sure she could see the desperation in my eyes in the darkness of our bedroom. I wondered what time it was and if everyone else in the house was asleep. I wondered how long she had been touching me.
I mouthed her name into the warm skin against my lips. Her fingers slipped back inside my pussy, and she pounded into me, long, deliberate strokes. I was soaking wet, ready and open, and I wasn’t sure I was even completely awake yet.
Jamie lay down on top of my body and pulled out of me again. Her hand moved between her own legs, and I felt her shifting into position above me. She rested her forehead on the pillow, grunting a little as she guided the head of what I thought felt like my favorite dildo to press against my opening.
“I’m sorry, I woke up and I just needed to fuck you so bad—”
She was pushing into me as she spoke, and her quiet words cut off when I groaned out loud at the penetration. I recognized my favorite cock, the silky firmness of the cyberskin, the maddening ridges that teased at my walls as she slid it home. I was wet, but it was a big cock. Just this side of too big. Exactly how I liked it.
“Does it feel good, baby?” She eased her hips back, then pushed it in again. Slow, firm, unyielding. I wrapped my legs around her waist and closed my eyes as I adjusted to her length.
It felt good, but I knew she wasn’t really expecting me to answer.
“Spread your legs for me,” she mumbled into my ear. “Let me in, baby. That’s my pussy, isn’t it? Let me fuck it.”
I nodded and spread my legs, letting my thighs rest against the mattress. She continued to move inside me, deep, rhythmic thrusts. Her chest was damp against mine, and when I brought my arm up to curl around her shoulder, it was covered in sweat.
She removed her hand from my mouth and planted her palms on either side of my head. Holding her torso inches from mine, she started rocking her hips in earnest. As her speed picked up, so did the strength of her strokes, and soon she was moving the bed beneath us with the intensity of her fucking.
I wondered if we’d woken anyone up yet. I didn’t care enough to stop Jamie’s frantic motion.
Taking her earlier command seriously, I didn’t speak. I moaned, because I knew how much she loved to hear what she did to me with her cock. I gasped, because she was taking my breath away. I whimpered, because somehow Jamie had tapped into one of my favorite fantasies and I’d never seen it coming.
“I couldn’t believe you didn’t wake up when I start fingering your pussy,” Jamie growled close to my face. “You got so wet, but you barely even stirred.”
I brought my other hand up to her shoulder, intent on hugging her, but she lowered her body onto me and wrenched my hands above my head. Lacing her fingers in mine, she held my hands as she continued to fuck me.
For the first time since I’d woken up, she took my mouth in a deep kiss. I cried out into the joining of our lips and at the electric shock of her hard nipples brushing against mine. My pussy tightened around her cock, increasing the friction of her unrelenting thrusts.
Jamie broke our kiss. “I love you, honey.”
I turned my head to the side and bit my lip as she settled into a driving rhythm that hit me in the most perfect spot. A deep, burning pressure began to form low in my belly, and I released a keening moan to let her know not to stop what she was doing.
She bent her head and bit my earlobe gently. “You like being woken up and taken, don’t you?”
I whimpered, then gasped as my pussy contracted around her cock.
“Tell me.” She never stopped moving inside me.
“Yes,” I hissed, desperate to stay quiet. I didn’t want to wake anyone else in the house. “I love it.”
She slammed her pelvis into mine, then ground her hips in a slow circle, mashing into my swollen clit until my toes curled in ecstasy. When her thrusts started again, they were shorter, harder, faster. It didn’t take much before I clamped down on her cock, gritted my teeth, and came with a hoarse cry of pleasure.
Jamie collapsed onto my body, breathing hard. Her skin was slick and hot, and damp tendrils of short hair brushed against my temple as she rested her head on my shoulder. She shivered and released my hands, and I brought them down to press against the firmness of her muscled back.
“I couldn’t sleep,” Jamie mumbled. “I just needed you so bad—”
I tugged on her shoulders until she lifted her face and I could drop a gentle kiss on her mouth. “You surprised me,” I said.
“I’ve just missed you so bad.” She planted her hands beside my head again and started kissing her way down my neck, over my chest, across my nipples. “I’m sorry I just took you—”
Threading my fingers through her sweat-soaked hair, I pressed her face to my breast and exhaled as she sucked a nipple into her mouth. “Make it up to me.” My tone made it clear that there was nothing for me to forgive.
She took my nipple between her teeth with a little growl, shaking her head back and forth in a gentle show of aggression. I was surprised to feel the new flood of wetness between my already slick thighs. I arched my back, offering my breasts to her.
Moving to chew on my other nipple, she brought her hand up to squeeze the breast she couldn’t lick, pinching and tugging on the erect peak until I released a noise of pure want. Then, as if she knew exactly what I needed, she kissed her way down over my belly to the damp thatch of hairs that covered my sex.
I spread my legs and tangled my fingers in her short hair. Forcing her face close, I said, “Lick me, baby. Show me how much you missed me.”
She lapped at me hungrily, slow at first, drawing it out, then faster, like she couldn’t hold back. I kept my legs open and held her to me with a firm hand on the back of her head. My hips started thrusting without thought and I ground my pussy against her, delighting in the feel of her nose bumping my clit, pushing between my labia. I rode her whole face, using her like she had used me.
Her muffled groans and the sight of her hips pumping against the mattress let me know that she was enjoying being used as much as I had.
“Jamie,” I whispered, then dug my heels into the mattress and raised my bottom, overcome with waves of delicious sensation. Her hands gripped my buttocks and held me tight against her mouth, which covered my clit. She licked in fast circles with the tip of her tongue, drawing every last bit of pleasure from me until I relaxed, boneless, and whimpered for her to stop.
She crawled up the length of my body and kissed me. I pulled back after a moment and cleaned her face with my tongue, enjoying the decadence of tasting myself on her skin. She reciprocated with gentle licks to my lips and chin, and when we were done, she collapsed onto the mattress at my side.
“Think you can sleep now?” I asked.
Jamie reached out and snagged me with a strong arm, pulling my naked body close. “I’m sure of it.”
Ache
Ronica Black
Loneliness plagues me, spreading through me like cancer, eating away my insides, filling me with darkness. She’s been gone for weeks now, and I’m unable to shake her from my thoughts. She’s with me every aching second of my existence, no matter how hard I try to push her away. My hand trembles as I reach up to rub at my watering, exhausted eyes. Beyond me, her picture comes into focus through my blurry vision. She’s smiling at me from within an expensive oak frame upon my desk, luring me with her hypnotic eyes. My poor heart leaps at the sight of her, still greatly affected by all that she is, all that we shared. Looking away, I shudder, feeling the pain rock through me in devastating waves. I know I should remove the picture, or at the very least turn it face down, but I can’t yet bring myself to touch it; my mind still is not ready to accept her absence.
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