her cheeks.
He brushed them away. “Let me have you as I will, when I will for the hours remaining to us and know that as you do, I will use the damned letters, darling.”
He left her then, her arms crossed, her victory less than satisfying. She’d seen the letters. Odd translucent skins. She grimaced and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to imagine how the misshapen sheets fit around a man’s cock. How they would fit around one as large as Justin’s.
She grinned, wondering if it took two people to dress a man for his lover. She giggled.
Justin appeared in the doorway, a basin in his hands. “Your mood has improved, I see. Lie down.”
She stiffened her spine. “No.”
He warned her to obedience with wide eyes and a fierce, funny look on his face. “I said, lie down and let me inside here.”
As he put his fingers to her slit, she gasped. “You cannot order me about…”
“No?” he countered her, his hands opening her cunny to his view. “This is my pretty pussy. Mine, for tonight and tomorrow. And you like me inside you. My fingers.” He stroked her slit, parted her tender labia and bent to place a kiss on her pubic bone. “Let me wash you. Then I’ll get my contraceptives and fuck you again.”
At his ribald words, she groaned and widened her thighs for him.
He nuzzled her swollen labia, and she froze. He would kiss her with the essence of both of them in her cunt?
He would.
She swooned.
He did.
“You like this,” he crooned. “And so do I. No one tastes like you, Pussy mine. No one.”
She heard water trickle, swish. She felt him press a warm cloth to her hot needy cunt.
“You are still red and hot for me, aren’t you?”
She nodded. “Very,” she confessed as he washed her thoroughly.
“I want you to taste you again. Now and often. You will allow me, darling.” He used two fingers to part her inner folds. “This is so lovely. I must kiss you here.”
“Mmm,” she objected, but he held her open.
“You will tell me how I please you.” Then he found that special spot that made her keen and buck. “Your clitoris. Your button. Your nub. Mine. I will use it often to unlock your secrets, Pussy mine.”
She moaned and spread her legs wider. “Kiss me again there!”
He threw the cloth to the floor and as she heard it splat, his mouth covered her clitoris and he licked her, rubbed her, massaged her right out of her mind.
She grabbed for his shoulders, and felt his muscles contract as he laved her and held her, then lifted her up and ate every inch of her like a man who was starving.
She whimpered, she thrashed. “Fuck me! Do it now!”
He lifted, shifted and rammed his cock so straight, so deep, so hard inside her, she let him ride her on a wave of madness until once more she felt a quake approach.
“How’s this?” he bellowed as he pumped her mercilessly.
“Good!” she yelled and dug her nails into the mattress.
“This?” he snarled and picked up his tempo, while two fingers pinched her clitoris in time with his thrusts.
“Great! Yes!” she screamed at him. “ Yes! Now !”
She throbbed with a madness that blanked her mind and made her body tremble with delight. He yelled, his eyes shut, his body bent to fucking her. Fucking her. Taking her until she throbbed no more, but her cunt grabbed him, cupped him, kept him.
“Christ, darling. You are so swollen, I cannot move.”
She dare not loosen her hold of him. “You are superb.”
“Best only with you,” he whispered to her ear and fell over her, a heap of manly bones draped around her like a dying man. A loving man. “You are incomparable.”
She smiled to herself, her fingers tracing little patterns on his body. Little by little, she relaxed her pussy around his cock, and he slipped out of her body. Still, he held her close, his hands covering her breasts.
“Come. I will feed you,” he told her and caught her up in his arms.
“I cannot think, let alone dine!”
He chuckled, set her on his lap
Learning to Kill: Stories