with her now
for almost two nights and a day. So far so good.
One ray of dawn light penetrated the gloom
of the room where the drapes had not been completely closed. She lay for a
while on her side watching it spread a golden glow over her backpack and their
discarded clothes.
Her body ached with a delicious throb
between her legs when she moved but her head was clear as a bell.
A noise outside brought her fully awake.
She slipped out of Pierce’s embrace, dragged her T-shirt over her nakedness and
walked to the window to peer out. The sun was still behind the trees on the far
side of the lawn but it promised to be a glorious day. The patrol car edged
past the house once again. They were certainly faithful but they hadn’t caught
the intruder. Of course, strictly speaking, Pierce wasn’t an intruder since he
belonged to the house. She supposed the law firm hadn’t considered that
possibility. She smiled to herself as she stretched her arms over her head and
turned back to the bed. Pierce lay on his side, eyes open, watching her with
the same small grin curving his mouth.
“What is it?” she asked, but she knew the
answer. She just wanted to hear him say it.
“I want to fuck you.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” She took the
few steps to the side of the cot and pushed him onto his back. Hitching up her
T-shirt, she straddled him, her hands on his shoulders. “My turn,” she
whispered. “Leave it to me.”
His cock was already large and swollen,
jutting toward her like a gorgeous missile seeking a target. She positioned her
pussy over it and let her wetness brush over him. He gasped and seized her
hips, trying to pull her down onto him. She pulled back. “You have to let me do
this. Take your hands away.”
“All right.” His mouth twisted in a grimace
that looked like pain but he let go of her.
She rode him, laving him with her juices,
pulling away, sliding him into her slowly then retreating again only to ram him
deep inside her. Reveling in the power she wielded, she refused to let him
come, although he begged her and she felt her own climax building, cresting
deep inside.
He groaned and bit his lip, crying out when
she let him into her, moaning when she slid away. It was wonderful.
At last he could bear it no longer. Despite
her protests he seized her hips again and forced her onto his throbbing,
pulsing cock. It was steel-hard and hot, wet with their combined juices. As he
rammed into her she could hold back the tempest no longer and they shuddered,
shouted and climaxed together.
The heater had remained on during the night
so there was enough hot water for a bath and for Pierce to shave. Both were a
bit subdued as they washed, packed up Jane’s cot and ate the last of the food.
Jane made instant coffee right in the mugs with a kettle of boiling water.
Pierce watched with interest. “Sorry it’s
only instant,” she said. “We can stop off in town for something better.”
He picked up a mug and sniffed at the
steam. “Smells like coffee.” He took a sip. “Almost tastes like coffee.”
She passed him the sugar bowl. “You’ll find
a lot of things are made now to be quick and easy but we lose a lot of flavor
for the convenience. Some people buy organic.”
She explained what that meant as they
finished their scanty breakfast and rinsed the plates and cups. It was only eight-thirty
when Jane took a last look around. The water heater was shut down, all the
windows securely bolted, the garbage scooped into plastic bags for disposal. Is
this where there should be discussion about her taking him back?
She drew a deep breath. “This is where
things start to get interesting,” she said. “We have to convince the law firm
that the house is haunted and then establish your identity.” She couldn’t help
a little clutch of fear in the base of her abdomen. So much could go wrong. Not
only might Pierce find it difficult to become a legal resident of the present
year but she worried
for almost two nights and a day. So far so good.
One ray of dawn light penetrated the gloom
of the room where the drapes had not been completely closed. She lay for a
while on her side watching it spread a golden glow over her backpack and their
discarded clothes.
Her body ached with a delicious throb
between her legs when she moved but her head was clear as a bell.
A noise outside brought her fully awake.
She slipped out of Pierce’s embrace, dragged her T-shirt over her nakedness and
walked to the window to peer out. The sun was still behind the trees on the far
side of the lawn but it promised to be a glorious day. The patrol car edged
past the house once again. They were certainly faithful but they hadn’t caught
the intruder. Of course, strictly speaking, Pierce wasn’t an intruder since he
belonged to the house. She supposed the law firm hadn’t considered that
possibility. She smiled to herself as she stretched her arms over her head and
turned back to the bed. Pierce lay on his side, eyes open, watching her with
the same small grin curving his mouth.
“What is it?” she asked, but she knew the
answer. She just wanted to hear him say it.
“I want to fuck you.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” She took the
few steps to the side of the cot and pushed him onto his back. Hitching up her
T-shirt, she straddled him, her hands on his shoulders. “My turn,” she
whispered. “Leave it to me.”
His cock was already large and swollen,
jutting toward her like a gorgeous missile seeking a target. She positioned her
pussy over it and let her wetness brush over him. He gasped and seized her
hips, trying to pull her down onto him. She pulled back. “You have to let me do
this. Take your hands away.”
“All right.” His mouth twisted in a grimace
that looked like pain but he let go of her.
She rode him, laving him with her juices,
pulling away, sliding him into her slowly then retreating again only to ram him
deep inside her. Reveling in the power she wielded, she refused to let him
come, although he begged her and she felt her own climax building, cresting
deep inside.
He groaned and bit his lip, crying out when
she let him into her, moaning when she slid away. It was wonderful.
At last he could bear it no longer. Despite
her protests he seized her hips again and forced her onto his throbbing,
pulsing cock. It was steel-hard and hot, wet with their combined juices. As he
rammed into her she could hold back the tempest no longer and they shuddered,
shouted and climaxed together.
The heater had remained on during the night
so there was enough hot water for a bath and for Pierce to shave. Both were a
bit subdued as they washed, packed up Jane’s cot and ate the last of the food.
Jane made instant coffee right in the mugs with a kettle of boiling water.
Pierce watched with interest. “Sorry it’s
only instant,” she said. “We can stop off in town for something better.”
He picked up a mug and sniffed at the
steam. “Smells like coffee.” He took a sip. “Almost tastes like coffee.”
She passed him the sugar bowl. “You’ll find
a lot of things are made now to be quick and easy but we lose a lot of flavor
for the convenience. Some people buy organic.”
She explained what that meant as they
finished their scanty breakfast and rinsed the plates and cups. It was only eight-thirty
when Jane took a last look around. The water heater was shut down, all the
windows securely bolted, the garbage scooped into plastic bags for disposal. Is
this where there should be discussion about her taking him back?
She drew a deep breath. “This is where
things start to get interesting,” she said. “We have to convince the law firm
that the house is haunted and then establish your identity.” She couldn’t help
a little clutch of fear in the base of her abdomen. So much could go wrong. Not
only might Pierce find it difficult to become a legal resident of the present
year but she worried
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