by Jan Springer
“You better be prepared to live up to your reputation,” he breathed against her ear.
“My reputation?” What in the world was he talking about?
“Someone told me earlier this morning when he first woke up that you’re the most beautiful woman a man could ever fuck.”
She grinned. Bastard. He had said that, hadn’t he?
“I’ll show you what else I’m good for.” She giggled.
She smiled as an idea hit her. Reluctantly she let go of his thick penis, rolled onto her back and sat up. The bed sheets drifted off her upper half and she felt the warm cabin air caress her naked breasts. This time around though, she wasn’t angry or embarrassed and his eyes twinkled in appreciation as they caressed the view.
“I need the whipping cream,” she demanded.
His eyes widened in surprise. “Jesus, woman, are you serious?”
“If you want to reenact the honeymoon, whipping cream is something you wouldn’t forget. Am I right?”
He was silent.
“You did bring whipping cream, didn’t you? I mean it isn’t necessary. I just…” Oh shit, her self-control was crumbling as she looked at Mason. Her sexy man. Her life. How could she ever have divorced him so easily?
“I just want you,” she confessed. “All of you. Anyway I can get you. Every way I can get you.” At least for as long as she stayed here. When she had a chance to think, she would, but not right now. Now she wanted to lose herself in Mason and the pleasure.
He didn’t move. Instead, he kept studying her as if she were a puzzle.
“I haven’t slept with Ron, or any man but you, Mason, if that’s what’s stopping you from continuing this.”
A soft curse sifted from his lips and he shook his head, saying nothing. But by the way his shoulders lowered ever so slightly, he appeared relieved.
“I want to feel you in my mouth. I want to please you any way I can. So where’s that cream?”
“I asked the innkeeper to put some in the fridge when I made the reservation.” The husky hoarseness of his voice had her trembling with excitement once again.
She grinned and tumbled out of bed, feeling frisky and alive as she padded barefoot to the tiny fridge set on the kitchenette countertop. Opening the door, she grinned when she saw the can. Retrieving the cold whipping cream, she was nestled back on the cozy bed beside Mason within a moment. To her nice surprise he’d conveniently slid the sheets off him, revealing his muscular body and an already quickly rising penis.
“I can see you’re ready,” she teased, her pussy creaming with anticipation as she lifted the cap off the whipping cream can.
“I’m always ready for you, Avery.”
Happiness bubbled through her. Actually, it was the first happiness she’d experienced in a very long time and because of it, the sides of her mouth felt unusually tight.
“Said like a true man who wants to be fucked by a beautiful woman. You’re too sweet for my own good…but won’t the whipping cream be too cold? Kind of dampen the mood?”
“Nothing will bring this hot cock of mine down…besides I don’t think I can wait.”
“You can’t, can you?” Ahh, but there was something else she needed too, she thought, as she glanced around the room with her heart thundering in her ears.
“What are you looking for?” he asked as he watched her move toward his clothes on the floor.
“Handcuffs. Where are they? In the dresser?”
“Jesus, woman. You do surprise me.”
“You did bring them, didn’t you? After all, you are a cop.”
“I put them in the dresser drawer last night.”
“I want them on you,” she said.
An unusual shyness swept through her saying that. Shyness was to be expected, wasn’t it? After all, she hadn’t been with her husband in more than four years.
He hesitated before answering, “I do.” Turning over, he reached into the dresser and produced the cuffs, dangling them from his fingertips.
As she neared him, she read a momentary mistrust flash in his eyes, but then it was gone as she snapped the cuffs from him. She realized he was putting his trust completely in her hands and she also understood that he knew having himself cuffed would give her access to his gun and she could leave. So why was he submitting so easily? And why did the idea of escape not hold the excitement it should have? She wanted to be with Mason, that’s why. Even if this would be their last time together, she wanted to be with him.
A moment later, Avery had both Mason’s wrists firmly secured to the metal headboard. She smiled at his sharp inhalations as she sprayed the cold whipping cream up and down his pulsing vein-riddled shaft and then shot a large puffy white dab of cream on top of his bulging penis head. When she finished, she was about to get rid of the can when Mason’s next words tossed an arousing jolt of excitement through her.
“Put some on you too.”
“What?”
“On your pussy. Spray some on your pussy.”
She blew out a tense breath at the thought of Mason’s mouth on her while she went down on him. In all the years she’d been married to him, she hadn’t wanted to wrap her mouth around his cock as bad as she wanted to right now.
“Well, that’s a position I hadn’t pictured for today,” she admitted.
“I have.”
“You have, have you?”
“I’ve had nothing to do but dream about you over the past few years.”
Avery’s insides melted at his admission. “Well, let’s see if we can’t make those dreams come true, shall we?”
A strange thrill ripped through her lower belly as she angled herself so he could see her. She spread her legs.
“Oh man,” he whispered and she heard the metallic clink of his cuffs against the bed décor as he pulled against them. “Plump labia and wet pussy. I can’t wait to take you into my mouth.”
Avery swallowed with excitement as Mason watched her spray the cream around the inside of her thighs, onto her labia, her clit and vaginal opening. The fluffy coolness of the cream spraying on her flesh did nothing to dampen the wild arousal shifting through her flesh. If anything, the feeling of cream on her pussy made her impatient to have him licking her there.
Dropping the can onto the bed she made sure her legs didn’t rub together as she carefully climbed into position over Mason. Making sure she faced his cock she got down in the doggie position, then nestled both her knees on either side of his head before crouching over his mouth. His breath seared against the insides of her legs, making her inhale with excitement. Holding herself up with her hands she bent over and came face to face with Mason’s whipped cream-covered penis.
She couldn’t help but giggle.
“What’s so funny?”
“I missed a spot with the cream. Now it looks like a flushed face, hatless Santa Claus is eyeballing me with all his white hair.”
“That’s ‘cause Santa’s expecting you to give him a real good time.” Mason chuckled. “Just like I’m planning on giving you a real good time. Now angle down just a bit closer, babe.”
She could feel herself creaming at his command, her pussy drenching itself with need. Lowering herself just a bit more, she couldn’t help but buck and gasp as his tongue parted her labia and he lapped at her clit, moaning as if he were voicing appreciation for a succulent delicacy.
Sweet mercy! His tongue feels so damn good!
“You taste damn good, Avery. Just as I knew you would,” he mumbled and then attacked her clit again, laving and stroking until more of her wetness seeped from her. The firm pressure of his ministrations shook Avery right to her core.
Trying hard to concentrate on her task, Avery slid out her tongue and returned the favor, licking the cream off Mason’s hot erect flesh. It tasted good, the combination of cock and whipping cream and she licked him faster, tasting and stroking him until all the cream had been licked off and Mason’s penis was standing tall and to attention.
Between her
legs, he was doing wonders to her pussy, his seductive tongue plunging into her vagina like a miniature cock. While he fucked her with his tongue, she bit back her moans of appreciation and took Mason’s cock into her mouth.
At the same time, his thick tongue drove against her clit again, massaging her until she felt the familiar stirrings of an oncoming climax. With Mason’s cock still in her mouth, she exploded, groaning and convulsing. He just kept hammering away with that lethal tongue of his. Sensations ripped her apart, tossing her into a gratifying meltdown and as it ebbed she was panting and gasping around his erection.
She bucked and gyrated for what seemed like forever, riding the waves of ecstasy and the shocking pleasure. Shaking and crying, she became a dazed mixture of desire and lust and finally when the wicked spasms ebbed and his amused voice broke the stillness.
“Hey, what about me?” he teased.
She let go of his cock with a pop and took a few steadying breaths before teasing him in a hoarse voice. “What about you?”
“Oh come on sweetness, I need you. You’re killing me.”
Directly in front of her eyes, Mason’s thick penis seemed to swell even bigger, if that were possible. She swore she’d never seen him so large. Sliding her fingers through his course hair, Avery latched onto the thick base of his fiery flesh and wondered if another woman or maybe women had been with her man. Suddenly she became painfully aware that she may have lost Mason and didn’t even know it.
“Anyone important in your life?” she burst out, not expecting to ask the question aloud. Not expecting her voice to sound so shaky and meek. Maybe he had a girlfriend or something? Maybe she should just mind her own business? They were, after all, divorced. She wished she’d been face to face with him when she asked the question. His eyes would tell her the truth. Not that he would ever lie to her. Mason wasn’t that kind of a man. If someone was in his life, he would tell her. But she also knew he would be faithful to her. Suddenly before he even spoke, she knew his answer.
“Just you, babe and of course Mrs. M.”
Mrs. M. His word for masturbation.
She grinned and opened her mouth, taking his huge cock head between her lips and caressing his flesh. He growled in appreciation and his warm breath teased her clit.
“If you start in on me again, I can’t guarantee you that blowjob,” she warned when his face nuzzled against her pussy.
“I’ll be gentle, this time. You just concentrate on your end.”
Gentle? The man made her wet merely by looking at her.
She bobbed her head, sucking on the plum-shaped cock head, enjoying his groans as she tickled the underlying area of his pulsing erection with her tongue.
“Oh man, Avery.” His tormented cry made her stop.
“Jesus, keep going. Suck. Oh shit, that feels so good.”
Avery grinned around Mason’s shaft. The man certainly did have a way with words, didn’t he?
She started bobbing her head again. She loved the feel of his swollen shaft in her mouth. The way he stretched her lips. The heat of man. The awesome power and strength in his member.
With slow deliberate movements, Avery sucked with her lips and caressed his cock with her tongue at the same time. Within seconds, she had his hips bucking upward and his cock fucking her mouth. His bulging tip pressed against her tonsils, drew away and then came into her again. But that didn’t stop her from sucking even harder. Harder than last time.
Mason groaned again and swore sweetly. The clink of metal zapped through the air as he yanked on his handcuffs. To her surprise his hot mouth latched onto her pussy again, taking her breath away as wicked arousal worked its magic through her body, threatening to drown her in pleasure.
She picked up speed, needing to bring Mason relief so she could enjoy what he was doing to her. Using her tongue she stroked him as he slid his massive member in and out of her mouth.
Despite his tongue sliding into her slit again, driving her to distraction, Avery kept on with her mission. Sucking and laving. Slurping and caressing until Mason jerked and bucked and his release spurted into her mouth. Finally he stilled beneath her, his mouth slack on her pussy, and his cock going semi-limp in her mouth. Sliding his cock from her, she grinned as she listened to his harsh breathing. Giving him only a few moments to recover, she then teased, “Hey, what about me?”
“You are demanding, aren’t you?” he said, panting and chuckling at the same time.
She cried out as he licked her clit, laving her flesh with his tongue, then nipping her labia gently with his teeth. The sweet bite of pain and pleasure had her grimacing and gyrating her hips, moving her pussy against his tongue, the erotic motion bringing her quickly toward the pleasure world she loved.
When his tongue slipped into her soaked vagina she involuntarily tightened around him.
And then she exploded.
Avery shuddered helplessly beneath the cascade of spasms, her vision dimming as she twisted against the agonizing vibrations ripping her apart. Bucking against his face, crying out shamelessly as the powerful pleasure tore through her.
The exquisite release reminded her of the years of longing for Mason. The years of crying herself to sleep because she’d lost her son. Somehow, having Mason back in her life again, she knew things would be different now.
* * * * *
Avery awoke to the heavy thrumming of rain battering against the roof and to Mason leisurely stroking her hair. Before curling up beneath the covers in each other’s arms, she’d let him out of his cuffs, not missing the red circles the metal had dug in his wrists from his pulling while they’d made love. She’d wanted to put something on the bruises, but he’d been more interested in snuggling with her. That’s when they’d both fallen asleep.
She didn’t know how long she slept, but it couldn’t have been too long as it was still light outside, despite the rain. She welcomed the way his body spooned hers. He’d always felt so right cuddled up to her. So perfect.
“Think the roof will leak like it did on our honeymoon?”
She didn’t miss the amusement, the hope, the love in his voice.
“If it does we wouldn’t be able to stay in bed like this.”
She smiled as he growled in agreement and then cuddled her closer to him.
“Forever sounds like a long enough time for us to be in bed together,” he said sleepily and a wonderful giddy happiness embraced Avery.
Forever wouldn’t be long enough.
* * * * *
The next time Mason opened his eyes, rosy sunshine streamed into the cabin, the rain having moved on. He smiled to himself as the memories of their earlier lovemaking drifted to mind.
Avery had been great. Hell! She’d been fantastic!
This trip had been a major breakthrough.
Now that her mind was open to their sex life she would hopefully be more open-minded about other things. Like remarrying him and letting the police bring down Rick Smart. He knew in his gut that Rick would screw up one day, and Mason would be there to catch him.
He rolled over and reached for Avery with full intentions of waking her and making exquisite love to her, but his guts wrenched into a horrific knot when he realized the bed was empty.
Dammit!
She was gone!
His gaze slid to his clothing. It was gone too!
He stumbled out of bed, wrapped the bed sheet around himself, whipped open the cabin door and ran outside.
Chapter Five
A cool late afternoon breeze sighed through the towering pine trees as Avery strolled through the forest. Pulling Mason’s leather jacket tighter around her in an effort to keep away the autumn chill, she inhaled deeply. The air smelled of pine, fresh and clean. Everything sparkled as the sunshine streamed through the branches and spilled against the raindrops that clung to the tree bark and the leaves. It was a relaxing sight, which made the tenseness holding her shoulders hostage ease away.
Picking up her pace she followed the trail until a few
moments later, the protective shadows of the surrounding trees gave way to a bright clearing that took her breath away.
Lush green grass waved like ripples of water in the wind. A blue jay screeched nearby and towering gray cliffs loomed in the backdrop in front of her. In one corner of the quaint meadow, she spied a white picket fence and a…graveyard?
Avery blinked in surprise. A sudden well of tears pricked her eyes and anxiety rushed her senses. She hadn’t visited her son’s grave since the funeral. Hadn’t been able to do it. Hadn’t been able to say goodbye. Doubted she could ever say goodbye.
On heavy legs and with a heavy heart, Avery trudged toward the cemetery. The gate opened with a rustic creak and she stepped inside the enclosure. Most of the tombstones were old and crumbly, but in one corner, fresh flowers lay in front of one large ragged pink rock.
Avery drew nearer and peered down at it. The dates and names indicated twins and their father and the twins’ grandmother. All had died on the same day.
Shivers of despair raced through Avery. Some mother and wife had lost her husband, children and the children’s grandmother all in one day. How had that woman handled the pain? How had she been able to go on with her life after such a tragedy?
What would Avery have done if Mason had died at the same time as David? The last question brought bitter tears to her eyes and a horrible rush of fear. Maybe in a way a part of him had died. Just like a part of her had died with the death of their son.
Emotions, raw and thick, curled around her and she dropped to her knees and wept. Cried like she’d never cried before. It frightened her. It released her.
It empowered her.
Finally when she could cry no more, she inhaled a shaky breath and knew in her heart what she needed to do. No matter how much she hated that drug dealer, she needed to drop her revenge. She would get counseling. She couldn’t go around killing a man because he was evil. That’s what laws and police were for.
