Look Closer: No Safe Words Here 1-4 out of 5. Boxed Set by Mercy Walker

face.  It was fresh to.  She must brush every day before she comes over.
    Her eyes were wide and trembled.  I was really terrifying her.
    I shook my head, leaned down and kissed her, long and slow.  Her body immediately went rigid, and she started hyperventilating.  But her lips moved against mine, her mouth opening as her body relaxed, her thighs spreading for me as my hips pushed them apart even further. 
    Gently I pushed into her, and you’d think I’d hit the golden G-spot.  She writhed like a fucking snake, her hips undulating beneath me like a belly dancer, and the sounds she was making—shit…I couldn’t have paid a prostitute to make the kinds noises she was making.
    The whole time I was slow fucking her, Justine was feasting on my lips like she was fucking starving, and her legs were wrapped around my hips like an anaconda.  At first her arms just stayed pinned to her sides.  But after I’d started really laying my cock into her, she started twining her lovely arms around my neck, deepening our kisses.
    I forgot where I was, or who I was with…I didn’t even know when it was anymore.  And suddenly I was with Angeline again, in her bedroom, all those freaking years ago…and I was in love.
    I pulled away, not knowing how the hell I got there, and freaking out at the fact I was dick deep in a woman that had been dead for over seven years. 
    I pushed her death—the why and how—from my mind, took in her gorgeous face, her lithe, sinuous body writhing under mine, and decided to just go with it.  I’d always said I’d give my left nut to be able to fuck Angeline again…and now I was going to get to do it, I just had to give up some sanity points first.
    I remembered the first time she’d said she loved me.  It was while I was making love to her, and we’d just finished our first job together.  The way those words had affected me, making my heart thud dangerously fast, and then I’d come like a catholic school boy—too fast, and with more guilt than is humanly possible to live with.
    And just like then, I felt the head of my cock start to tingle…and blam…I shot my load right up inside her, with her kissing me, and mumbling hot and heavy against my lips.
    When I opened my eyes, it was just Justine.  Pretty, moist and luminous…and most certainly sated with the rather touchy feely fucking I’d laid on her. 
    I gulped as I thought about that last time with Angeline.  I’d practically cried like a baby when I had to pull out of her that night.
    I swallowed that grief and forced myself to pull my cock out of Justine’s slick, warm pussy.  She moaned, and tried to hold me inside her with her legs.  But I pulled her off me.
    I shook my head and wiped off her feminine juices from my cock with her running shorts.
    “You better hurry,” I said as I stumbled towards the bathroom and the shower.  I’d done it all wrong.  I was supposed to feel relaxed and sedated after fucking Justine.  But now I was itchy, and shocky.  And I kept on having little flashing glimpses of Angeline as I walked away.
    “We ran overtime.”
    Justine’s head shot up and looked at the alarm clock by the bed.  She was a half hour late.  “Shit!” she cried out.
    Exactly…
    I did make it into the shower, and felt a little less jittery after a hot shower. 
    I went down stairs, because I remembered I hadn’t set the last three timers yet.
    I really needed to go out and buy a master timer, one that could handle as many separate water apparatuses as I used.  But I’d probably need something computerized.  And automation of that magnitude often led to malfunctions.  And I was far too close, and too deep into this business, to be able to just eat a lost crop.
    I got to the bottom of the basement stairs, opened the second metal door, and flicked on the light switch.  The bird-like chirping started immediately, and signaled that my alarm was going to go off if I didn’t deactivate it in ten seconds.  I