“If you turn me down for that, you condescending jerk, I promise you, you’ll never get another chance.” She pulled his head back down to her and he laughed.
“Promises, promises,” he murmured against her lips. “How would you feel if I was the one who stopped and left you hanging now?” He didn’t mean it and since they both knew it, she wasted no time on a retort.
“Shut up and just do me.”
He glanced around, scoping out the room. It afforded them absolutely no privacy, an open entrance way leading right into the hall. But what the hell? It wasn’t as if there was anybody around. He could hear her light rapid breathing, see in the dim light that her eyes were still closed, waiting for him to move.
Sex in a funeral home was not exactly what he would have chosen for their first time together. In retrospect, a limousine wouldn’t have been half bad. But he was not about to complain now. He caressed her long, supple legs in their stockings, looking down at her, breathless at the sight of her in a garter belt and panties, her skirt wrenched up around her waist. He lifted her up and she began kissing his neck as he positioned her, yanking off her suit jacket, his hands now unbuttoning her shirt hastily, pulling her bra down to leave her breasts naked to him. Then he bent his head greedily to one nipple, tasting the taut peak finally, and she arched her back and cried out, incoherent, but loud now.
“Shh, I’m going to take care of you, baby,” he whispered against her burning skin, frantic to get inside her. He’d had enough foreplay with this woman to last a lifetime. He wanted nothing more than to feel the silken walls of her pussy with his cock, not his fingers, not his mouth. His cock.
He moved up to kiss her mouth, thrusting his tongue back as far as it would go, fondling her full luscious breasts. When he led her hand to his jutting cock, intending for her to unzip his pants, she ran her fingers down the length of him and he could not wait, unfastening himself quickly and pressing urgently against her thigh, breaking the kiss to slide her panties, white cotton again, down and off her outstretched legs. He pushed her legs wider and moved between them.
For the first time in his adult life, it dawned on him that he’d almost forgotten the goddamn condom. The head of his cock was honing in on paradise without a thought to one before his brain kicked in in what had always been second nature to him, ever since his heedless teen years anyway.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“Yes,” she cried, almost comically, and if his brain had any blood left in it he would have laughed.
As it was, he fumbled in his back pocket for his wallet, letting go of her reluctantly to rip off one of the pack he had in there. “No, I mean, I almost forgot to put a condom on.”
She started to sit up. “Let me,” she offered, but he batted her hands away.
He was so turned on and frustrated, he couldn’t afford to take the time. He had the foil packet opened and the fucking condom on his aching cock almost before she could finish her offer.
Not needed, then, her soft hands wandered down to his bare ass, underneath his pants, which he still had on, having just done the minimum by freeing his cock. The feel of them on his skin made him surge forward with the pleasure of it and he thrust into her, harder than he had meant to, but he wasn’t exactly in control about now. He groaned at the tight feel of her extremely wet pussy around him and froze. Jesus, if he came right now after waiting for her so long he would fucking kill himself. He took a deep breath to slow himself down.
“Oh my God,” she whispered. “Oh my God, you feel so good.”
She started to move and he clamped his hands down on her hips to still her. He could hear her breathing in his ear and he leaned down to kiss her, tracing her lips with his tongue and dipping inside, slowly and thoroughly, still not moving his cock.
Her hands moved up his back, his shoulders, tangled in his hair and the sheer animalistic pleasure of her touch finally shattered his self-control. He thrust once, hard, and she groaned, moving as well, as he let the familiar primitive rhythm of fucking grip him as it always did. And yet it felt different. She felt different.
Uncomfortable with the thought, he paused, but her hands came down to his ass and she pulled him toward her again.
He chuckled. “What a greedy little thing you are, Virginia.” He thrust his cock once, hard up her, feeling her pussy walls grip him, and she moaned in reward. Jesus, it felt so good.
Her head was arched back, her eyes tightly closed.
“You like this?” he prompted, fucking her steadily now.
“That’s a stupid question,” she muttered, opening her eyes to stare up at him. He felt as if he could lose himself in that blue-gray expanse.
He paused again, not because he was in control, but because he wasn’t. He didn’t want to shoot his load too fast. He wanted to bring Virginia Beckett to orgasm more than once before he finally, finally got off inside her.
“Answer it,” he said softly, bending his head to lick one rigid nipple. When she didn’t speak, he nipped her lightly and then sucked. She bucked underneath him as his fingers found her clit and began a relentless massage.
The first time she came, for him, around him, squeezing his cock with her inner muscles, she almost damn near took him with her, wrapping her long legs around his waist, the heels of her feet digging into his still-trouser-clad butt. But at the last minute, he kept his control, letting her go over without him, kissing her to take the pleasure of her climax into his mouth as she shuddered.
While she was still panting, coming down, he pulled his cock a little of the way out, feeling the exquisite friction, and then slid slowly back in.
She moaned.
“Do you like it?”
“God, yes.” Her hands tugged the boxers and trousers all the way down his ass and clenched as she gripped his cheeks, pulling him even more strongly into her. The resulting thrust was as deep as he could make it.
She came again, crying out and this time he went with her, pouring into her as she clung to him.
He collapsed on top of her, panting, the sweat of their endeavors practically gluing them together, and laughed. “See, that wasn’t so bad, Virginia, was it? Why did you keep resisting it?”
Her breathing was coming a little slower now, and she slapped his shoulder weakly. “You know why, you jerk.”
“Oh, so now I’m a jerk? What happened to ‘you feel so good’?” He brushed the hair away from her forehead gently, registering how soft the skin of her temples felt against his fingertips. He pulled out of her and took off the condom. But incredibly enough, even after the orgasm he’d just had, he was immediately hardening again. He put on another condom and slid back in as she closed her eyes and moved her hips in some subtle way that roared through him. He groaned and closed his eyes himself, relishing the feel of being on top of her, in her.
“Oh yeah. You feel good too, honey.” He thrust hard and she arched up into it while he began a rhythm. “But we’re going to take it slow this time.”
“Slow is good too,” she whispered.
Jesus, he hoped he had enough condoms to last them.
* * * * *
Virginia opened her eyes. It was starting to get dark out. The faint light that had seeped in from the day outside, despite the boarded-up windows, was fading. If someone had told her she would be contentedly lying on a couch in a funeral home as night fell, she would have said that must mean she was dead.
But she wasn’t dead. She was just basking in the wake of about a dozen little deaths, as the French called it. Okay, maybe not a dozen, but she’d lost count.
She might not have much experience when it came to rolling around in the sack, but she could tell a virtuoso when she, er, had him. And Winston was world class. She should have had her head examined for pushing him away for so long.
Of course there was still that pesky thing about the stock. And the fact that someone had locked them up together in a funeral home. Then there was that fire…
But details, details… She’
d think about all that tomorrow.
Winston was dozing beside her. She could hear his even breathing. She turned to look at him and sure enough his eyes were closed, one lock of silky black hair falling over them. She reached a finger up to sweep it back and, eyes still closed, he caught it and pressed a light kiss into her palm.
“Haven’t you had enough, you insatiable woman?” he teased, opening his eyes.
“You have only yourself to blame, Mr. Winston. You’re awfully good at this.”
“I’ve had a lot of practice.”
“I can tell.”
He came up on his side and deftly rolled her to her stomach. Long strokes of his hand down the length of her spine for a few minutes soothed her and almost lulled her back to sleep until he glided over the sensitized curve of her bottom and found his way back down between her thighs.
It was impossible to sleep through that.
She felt his stiff cock against her hip as he explored the depths he’d gotten to know pretty well by now, making no move to mount her again though.
“Mmm…I’m going to be sore when this is all over.”
His lips brushed her shoulder. “Me too,” he whispered and she laughed. “One part of me anyway,” he amended.
“I get the impression you don’t mind giving that a vigorous work out.”
He brought her hand over to his cock. “Not at all. It’s good for it.”
“I bet it is.” She tugged at his long beautiful cock, rolling over on her side to face him so she could get a better grip, draping one leg over his hip in the process.
“Nice,” he hummed, returning the favor with a sure, skillful caress of her clit.
“Nice,” she agreed.
He rolled over onto his back and swiped a hand down to retrieve yet another of the foil packets that he’d long since dug out of his wallet and strewn on the floor for easier access.
“I hope you have stock in that company,” she commented, and he grinned.
He handed one out to her. “Let’s see you do some of the work.”
She took it eagerly and scooted over to sit on the top of his thighs. “I wanted to! You wouldn’t let me.”
“Because the object is not to come while the condom is being put on. But now you’ve wrung everything out of me, I think it’s safe.”
She ripped the packet open. “Jumbo,” she hummed, pretending to read the label although it was too dark to do so really.
“Of course.”
“Although they say size doesn’t matter to women.”
“That’s what they say.”
She gripped his cock with one fist, pumping it lightly, and he groaned. As it jumped and twitched, she rolled the condom down. “I feel like I’m corralling some wild animal,” she muttered.
“Mmmm, you’ll make my head turn with all your compliments.” When she had it on, he surprised her by pulling her farther up until the hot head of his cock was at her entrance.
“You weren’t kidding about me doing the work, were you?”
He yanked her down, swiftly, onto his cock and they both gasped at the contact.
“No,” he said, moving her hips with his hands for a moment before falling away. “Come on. Your turn. I’ve exhausted all my fancy moves.”
“I doubt that.” But she started to ride him, tentatively at first and then with more confidence. It seemed she couldn’t move a wrong way with this man. Whatever she did with him and his most excellent instrument felt good to her. His low groans of encouragement assured her the feeling was mutual.
She leaned down to let her tongue play with his lips, his tongue. She leaned farther over. The flat brown nipples on his muscular chest.
He bucked up at that and she chuckled. “You like that?” she echoed his earlier words, raising her head.
“I like anything you do to me.”
She raised her hips, the slow firm pressure of him easing as she slid off him and then returning as she slid back down. Slow. She kissed his lips and felt his fingers tangle in her hair, keeping her there, kissing her wildly until she finally broke away and began to move in earnest, quick hard strokes of him in and out of her and he pulled her chest to him, managing to latch on to one of her jiggling breasts despite the activity.
Oh God, how did he do this again and again to her? she thought as she came and his hands moved to her ass, anchoring her to him as he did as well.
She shuddered and slid off him, lying down beside him. “We have to stop. I’m numb.”
He peeled the condom off, knotting the end and sending it to join its similarly fallen brothers where he had shoved them under the legs of the coach, along with the wrappers. Gross, but what the hell else were they supposed to do with them? “Okay, for now. But only because we’ve run out of condoms.”
She rested her head on his chest, his fingers sifting through her hair. She felt so at peace, so relaxed.
After a few minutes of cuddling, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Was that really true what you told me that night you were so out of it?”
“What?”
“That you’d never given a man a blow job.”
If the room wasn’t so dim, she supposed he would be able to see her blush, ridiculous as it was in the context. She didn’t answer.
“It was, wasn’t it?” He laughed softly.
“I guess,” she grumbled. “But you don’t have to sound so amused over the fact.”
“I’m not! It’s sweet.”
She harrumphed. “And anyways, I did give you one, a blow job, right? In the limousine?”
He laughed. “It was a valiant start.”
She punched him, right in his solid six-pack abs and he caught her fist, still laughing. “What? Don’t get mad. I’m volunteering to coach you on your technique. I’m betting you can wring one more orgasm out of me.”
“Gee, thanks for your confidence. You’re all heart.”
The hand that was clasping her fist nudged her farther south, where she marveled that yet again his interest was perking up. “Really.” His voice sounded low and almost hoarse. “Do you want me to, er, show you?”
She had a faint memory of tasting him, all that power and strength pulsing against her tongue, his hands gripping her hair wildly.
And she was pretty sure she probably hadn’t even been doing it right at the time.
“That’s very noble of you to offer.”
“I’m all about education, Miss Beckett. Life is one long educational journey.”
“Yes, you’ve been quite an education, Mr. Winston.”
“Besides, we’re out of condoms.”
She pushed him onto his back, coming over him and, after a moment of hesitation, she slid down to in between his legs. He really was amazing. They had made love how many times in the past few hours? And yet by the time she knelt between his open legs, he was fully erect again. He scooted up a little so he was half sitting up against the arm rest of the sofa, his cock bobbing straight up in the air, and softly caressed her cheek, her chin, her jaw, sliding one finger along her open lips as she knelt between his legs. Sensing her hesitancy, he whispered, “Just put that pretty mouth of yours on my cock. That’ll be enough to start.”
Swallowing first, her lips feeling suddenly dry, she complied. Lord, he tasted hot as a poker against her tongue. She licked the smooth, velvety head of his cock and then tentatively took the whole of it in her mouth. The whole head, that is. She doubted the whole of his cock would fit in anyone’s mouth. Her hand came naturally to stroke the stalk of him as she caressed him with her mouth and he praised, softly, “Oh yeah. Just like that.”
She took more of him, licking and sucking until his cock was wet and throbbing from her attentions, and he suddenly dug his fingers in her hair and pulled her closer. She startled, gagging a little, and he immediately pulled a fraction of a bit back, murmuring apologies, petting her hair, kissing her cheek, but subtly and surely directing her mouth back to him.
When she went to suck him this time, she
ran her mouth up and down the thick, pulsing stalk, over the head she could feel was moist and salty with his excitement, his harsh breathing sounding in her ear, and then she sucked, hard, reaching her fingers down to lightly fondle the heavy sacs beneath his cock.
He moaned and without warning shot a hot stream of ejaculate into her mouth.
Having read about the experience, she had always assumed that it would be odd, even unpleasant, but it wasn’t. It felt…natural, like some kind of crazy offering he was making to her or sacrifice to the gods or something. She swallowed without thinking and heard him groan, pulling out of her at once, shifting her up onto his lap and cradling her.
“God, Virginia. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I should have warned you or pulled out first, or… God. Was it okay?”
She laughed. Apparently what he’d done was very bad manners in his world. His experience combined with her inexperience made such an odd match. “I guess all your girlfriends have always known what they were doing in that respect.”
“In giving head?” he asked, still breathless.
She nodded and his lips softly grazed her temple. “Maybe, but nobody’s ever done it better, baby.”
What was going on here?
* * * * *
They had dozed again, but the loud thud coming from somewhere else in the funeral home startled them both awake. Virginia lifted her head from Aaron’s bare shoulder and pivoted herself up, grabbing for her blouse.
“What was that?” she couldn’t stop herself from asking, knowing he couldn’t answer the question any more than she could.
“I don’t know.” He pulled his pants on, then shrugged into his shirt and started in the direction of the sound, buttoning as he went.
“Wait for me!”
She struggled with the zipper of her skirt, not bothering with her stockings, and slipped her feet into her pumps.
“Let me go check it out,” he called back.
“Hell no.” She was suddenly remembering where they were, despite the idyllic bout of mind-blowing sex. A funeral home. She was insane not to have let that worry her more all this time. “I’m not staying here alone.”
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