by J. K. Coi
“Come to me, Graham. Please.”
He took off his clothes, his movements quick and jerky. She watched him with heavy-lidded eyes and he was pleased when the last garment had fallen and she didn’t shy away at the sight of his nakedness. In fact, she enfolded him in her arms as he came to her and lowered his body atop hers.
He planted his elbows in the soft mattress and groaned at the sensation of her warm skin against his. “I’ve wanted this for so long, but…”
She raised her hand to his chin and gently traced the line of his jaw. “What?”
He shook his head. “Nothing. I’m only glad to have this chance to show you how much you mean to me.”
She wiggled under him and smiled. “So show me more. Show me everything.”
He shifted his hips to slide his already hard, aching cock along her wet slit and watched her eyes widen. When she gasped, he ducked his head to kiss her, taking her lips with hard little nips until her gasp transformed to a moan.
Sliding his tongue into her mouth in time with another slow glide of his cock between her pussy lips, he gave her the kiss of a lifetime and didn’t stop until they were both panting and her hips were rising to meet his teasing thrusts.
“Spread your legs wider for me,” he whispered into her ear. “Show me how willing you are to take me inside you.”
Graham traced the lobe of that ear before biting down gently. She bucked beneath him, but her knees fell open all the way to the bed, on either side of his hips. His mouth moved along her jawline to the column of her neck.
“Yes,” she murmured. “Oh Graham, I ache for you.”
“Where? Where do you ache?”
Her eyelids fluttered open, filled with unmistakable passion. “Here.” She touched a finger to her mouth.
He kissed her again. Long and hard and deep. Her little sounds of approval were so arousing he ground his cock into the mattress to keep from thrusting into her pussy. It was still too soon for that.
When he finally raised his head, he lifted an eyebrow and grinned. “And?”
Her lips were wet and swollen. If it weren’t their first time together, he’d be feeding her his cock just so he could watch her smooth them around his length.
She trailed her finger down her chest, between her breasts, and paused. He only waited, silently urging her to go one step farther.
Emboldened, she circled her rosy areolae with both hands before grazing her tight nipples. She gave them each a little pinch and bit her lip when she glanced back up at him shyly. “Here.”
He treasured her open responsiveness, and swallowed the sudden lump of emotion as he bent his head to take one nipple into his mouth. He teased her mercilessly until she squirmed beneath him and whimpered his name, begging him for more.
Dipping his hand between their sweaty bodies, he felt the slick evidence of her readiness on her thighs. “What about here?” he murmured. He found her sensitive nub and circled it with just one finger before slowly slipping inside.
Her nails raked down his back and she arched against him. “Oh, Graham. Yes. There.”
He added another finger and eased them in and out, picking up a gentle rhythm that brought his own aching need into stronger focus. He fought to stay in control.
“Anna, darling. Is this okay?” His voice was hoarse, hampered by his labored breathing.
She let out a strangled sound. At first he mistook it for panic or fear, but when he gazed into her flushed face, he groaned. Her beauty and abandon took his breath away.
Her mouth opened and closed. She bit her top lip and rolled her hips against his hand.
“Stretch your arms above your head,” he told her.
She blinked her eyes open, surprised. “Go on,” he urged. From the death grip she had on his shoulders, he’d guessed at her need to hold onto something. “When I enter you, you can grab onto the headboard as tightly as you like.”
Her breasts lifted and came together as she obeyed him and curled her fingers around the wrought iron bars, and he saw the flash of awareness in her eyes at the position it put her in. He fastened his mouth to her nipple once more and continued to press his fingers deeper and deeper inside her, readying her for the longer, thicker intrusion of his cock.
His chest clenched, his balls tightened, his cock throbbed. He couldn’t get enough of the way she looked now as he brought her such pleasure, completely swept away by the moment. He wished he could tease her more, bring her over the edge with just his fingers, teeth and tongue, and then do it again. And again.
But that would require more stamina than he possessed tonight.
He braced one hand in the pillow beside her head and used the other to guide himself to her slick entrance.
The well of his self-control must be deeper than he’d believed was possible, because he nudged his way inside slowly, patiently, letting Anna adjust. She was tight. So tight.
“Graham, wait.” Her eyes opened and she lowered one arm from the headboard to rest her hand on his shoulder. “Is it going to hurt?”
“You’re ready for this, my love,” he assured her with confidence. She was a naturally passionate woman and he had little doubt about his ability to bring her to release. “I will do my best to make sure you feel nothing but pleasure.”
She nodded, but he could sense the tension in her and leaned forward to take her mouth in a searing kiss. Only when he was certain that she’d once again relaxed into a sea of lust did he allow himself to move. He pushed forward with a gentle determination.
When the deed was done, her maidenhead breeched, Anna let out a long breath. “That wasn’t bad at all,” she murmured with a smile.
He couldn’t keep from grinning back at her. “Oh, trust me. It gets much better than that.”
And he proceeded to show her just how much, starting with slow, gentle thrusts that soon became frenzied as she began to move with him.
Their mutual need for that explosive pinnacle grew with every stroke. Anna raised her arms back above her head and grabbed onto the bars to steady herself. The entire bed rocked with their movements.
Graham needed her to finish before him, couldn’t bear to leave her disappointed. She was close, arching beneath him, legs coming up to hook around his waist. But her mewling cries drove his own ecstasy ever higher, and he feared he wouldn’t last. Couldn’t last.
Had to last.
He gritted his teeth and brought his fingers between them to her clitoris, adding that stimulation to his deepening thrusts. Almost immediately, he felt the spasm of her strong inner muscles. Her whole body shuddered and her eyelids fluttered.
Graham jerked his cock from the warm, wet clamp of her body and groaned as his release exploded from him in thick jets across the smooth expanse of her belly, leaving him weak and unsteady.
When he could finally open his eyes, Anna was looking down at herself.
“I’m sorry for that, my love,” he said, heaving up off the bed and walking to the dresser. He retrieved a cloth and returned to her.
She was touching herself gingerly between the legs, and then her fingers smeared his juices over her skin, flitting across her torso and breasts. He was getting hard again already just watching her.
She looked up and must have caught the stark desire he couldn’t hide. She took the cloth from him and got to her knees in front of him, reaching for his half-hard cock. “Let me wash you now,” she said with a smile.
He sat back on his heels, spreading his legs wide, and let her caress him, explore him.
Before long, he was aching for her again. He took her wrist and motioned for her to turn around. With his hand between her shoulder blades, he guided her down on all fours.
“What are you doing?” she asked, uncertainty making her voice reedy and thin.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said, smoothing his hand down her spine to the curve of her buttocks. “You know I’d never do anything to hurt you.”
She sighed and leaned back into his touch. “Yes,” she whis
pered. “I know.”
He caressed her back, her hips, her legs and thighs, before leaning over her to cup her breasts and let her feel how hard he was again as he slid his cock along the crack of her ass.
“Graham, that feels so…”
“Fantastic.” He finished for her, prodding her pussy gently with the head of his cock.
“I would never have imagined we could do it this way, too.”
“Baby, we are going to do it so many ways, you will be thoroughly debauched in no time,” he promised.
Anna twisted to look over her shoulder at him. Tears shone from her eyes, and he realized what he’d said. “Truly?” she whispered. “Promise me this, Graham. Promise me we’ll have more than just this night together.”
He paused. More than anything he wanted to make her such a promise, but he knew he couldn’t do that. It was bad enough he’d taken her innocence without explaining what she would be getting into if she stayed with him, how bad his night terrors had become.
Instead of giving her the words she wanted to hear, he gave her the only other thing he knew she needed.
She cried out as he gripped her hips and slammed home inside her. Long and deep, and right to the hilt, he buried his cock. Her arms wobbled and she dropped her forehead to the mattress.
He pulled out, watching the way her pussy lips hugged his slick cock. “Anna, I can’t be gentle this time,” he groaned. “I need to take you fast and hard.”
“Yes,” she gasped, pushing back against him. “I want to feel your need for me. I want you to make me scream.”
He could have let go then and rushed them both toward another release, but he knew she wasn’t completely ready. He wanted her panting. He wanted her so wet the creamy liquid tracked down her thighs.
He smoothed his hand along the length of her spine once again, let his fingers move around her hips to her clitoris. He played with her until she spread her legs wider, urging him to move inside her, and then he traced the small puckered circle of her back hole.
She did scream then, and he hoped he hadn’t taken things too far.
“Can you…” She took a deep breath. “Can you do that again?”
He smiled. He’d always hoped that his Anna would be his perfect match in every way, and it looked as if he was right about that, at least.
He circled her again, before putting some gentle pressure there, enough to watch the tip of his index finger disappear inside her ass. She tensed up and he held still. “Do you think one day you’d let me take you here, Anna?”
With her face pressed into the sheets, she nodded. “You have to know by now that I would let you take me in any way you wanted,” she admitted.
What a gift she was. A gift he didn’t deserve.
He couldn’t hold back any longer. He gently removed his finger and pulled her hips back into the cradle of his thighs, thrusting into the depths of her warmth. He relished her cries as she immediately clenched and throbbed around his cock.
Before he gave in to his own release, he pulled out of her with a yell and spent his seed on the pale globes of her perfect ass as she collapsed face-down onto the bed.
He caught his breath and retrieved the cloth to wash her again.
She finally turned over to look up at him with hooded eyes. “Oh, Graham. Everything feels so different. I’m different. My body is still throbbing and my breasts ache. I can still feel the strange fullness of having you inside me. It was wonderful.”
“It was more than wonderful,” he assured her with a kiss. “It was the best experience of my life.”
“Why didn’t you finish inside me?”
He cleared his throat. “I was attempting to be honorable.” A rush of guilt assailed him. He’d been far from honorable. He’d been selfish to take her so thoroughly when he still hadn’t been able to make her understand that the war had not changed him for the better.
There was no excuse for his actions, except that it had felt imperative that he not let the opportunity of this night pass them by. And maybe there was also a part of him that hoped he could just let all the nightmares and pain go, and be happy now that he was home.
She released a heavy sigh. “I suppose we must get up now.”
Now that the urgency to possess her had passed, he knew there was something else they should be doing. It bothered him, a ticking at his temples. No matter. It obviously wasn’t important.
They rose to dress. Graham had pulled on his trousers when Anna presented him with her back. “Will you do me up?” she asked.
His mother’s dress gaped open to her waist, a long row of pearl buttons on one side and matching loops on the other. He stepped closer and put his hand on her shoulder. He let it drift down her spine, before curving his hand over her delectable buttocks for a squeeze, middle finger sliding between her cheeks and dipping into her moist channel.
She gasped, squirming into his touch.
Resolved not to be distracted yet again, he worked at diligently fastening each one of the buttons until finally he had to let her go.
She stepped away, and he pulled on his shirt, buttoning it while she deftly re-braided her hair.
He saw the tinderbox sitting on the dresser and picked it up. His head ached, and again he had the sense there was something he should remember. It was there, just beyond his reach. He couldn’t quite figure it out…
“I suppose our respite is over now.” Anna walked to the door. He slipped the tin container into the pocket of his jacket as her fingers closed around the knob.
As soon as she did, he could hear shouting and the pounding of fists against the barrier.
“Stay behind me,” he said, opening the door.
Lillian’s fist was lifted, ready to pound away at the door some more. “Where is it? Give me the tinderbox!” she yelled.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Graham muttered. “What the hell do you think you’re doing in here?”
“You idiots! You made another wish!”
Chapter Nine
Lillian glared back and forth between them, her lip curling in disgust as if Graham and Anna were both useless. “From the look of the two of you and the fact that we’ve been trying to get inside this room for the better part of an hour, I’d say I know exactly what you wished for.”
Realization was swift and harsh as a cacophony of noises bombarded him.
From downstairs came the sound of someone barking orders, and the answering scrape of furniture being dragged across the floor. He heard booted feet rushing around as somewhere glass shattered.
Outside, thunder rumbled constantly and an intermittent howl of some large animal—or three large animals, if he was correct—echoed over it.
“You didn’t learn your lesson after the first time your wish raised a dozen of the undead?” She sneered and threw up her hands. “You just had to try it again and make doubly certain we were overrun by the insatiable monsters?”
“How can that be?” he demanded, even though it was true. He knew it was true.
He glanced at Anna, who had stepped up beside him. She was rubbing her forehead and watching Lillian with a horrified look on her face. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
Lillian put her hands on both hips. “I’m talking about the black magic you two have been playing with. Did you truly think there would be no consequences for setting free such a thing? That you could just make your wishes and the universe wouldn’t demand payment?”
They’d been under a spell of their own making. He and Anna, with both of their hands on that tinderbox when she made her wish for a night to themselves without interruption.
“Oh my God,” Anna cried out. Her eyes were wide and she planted a hand over her mouth. “It was my fault! I did it. Once the thing was in my hands, it was almost impossible not to make a wish.”
“I never should have allowed you out of the room with it in your possession,” Lillian said. “I don’t even know how many creatures a second wish would
raise, but from the sounds of it, there are enough to bring down the whole estate.”
Graham started for the staircase. “Then we had better get back down there.”
Anna held back. “Can you give me just a moment?” she asked, her voice still tight and worried as she twisted her hands in front of her. “I…I need to find some slippers.”
Lillian only shook her head. “Hurry and join us in the kitchen. There’s no choice for it now. We have to make plans to evacuate the estate.”
He followed her retreating form with a sinking heart. This horrifying turn in the situation had only proven to him that when they got out of this, he was going to have to say goodbye to any kind of future with Anna.
For a short time tonight Graham had begun to think perhaps it could be otherwise, but now he’d fully accepted the truth. Anna was pure, bright sunshine. And he was a black cloud smothering her. He hadn’t been home a day and already her life had been tossed upside down into chaos.
Certainly, this wasn’t a normal evening, but setting that aside, a life with him would mean being awakened by his night sweats and screams in the middle of every night. He couldn’t bear them himself, how could he expect her to put up with that willingly?
He followed Lillian back downstairs to the kitchen. Charles pointed to the table made of thick slabs of hardwood that had stood in the center of the kitchen for as long as the estate had been in his family. “Help me reinforce the door.”
As he moved to lift one end of the table, Charles said, “Annabelle told me about you.”
Graham stiffened. From the corner of his eye, he saw Lillian glance over at her son with a frown. “She mentioned you, too,” he admitted.
They both hefted the table up to their waists. “She said you’d been a good friend the last few months.”
“She loves you.”
Graham jerked his head up and caught a glimpse of something in Charles eyes.
Behind the arrogance, insults and displays of hostility was a hint of envy and a flash of longing. Had Charles actually fallen for Anna? Or had he simply fallen for the kind of life she could offer to someone like him? One where you came home to a place that was your own, and the people you loved didn’t have to live in fear of dark things that should not exist.