JanesPrize

by Margrett Dawson

  “That’s right.”

  “I think we should put everything else out of our minds. Let’s indulge ourselves.”

  It was true they had been absorbed with setting up their apartment, dealing with finding Pierce his ID, meeting with his cousin Alexander. They made love often but sometimes they were distracted by the other concerns.

  “Just us.” He placed a gentle kiss next to her eye. “No one to see, no phone to answer, no plans to make, except how you want me to fuck you.”

  “That’s what you’re going to do?” She kept her tone light but her heart had begun to pound and she felt the release of the first drops of moisture between her legs. They were standing facing the window and the breeze through the open panes ruffled the lace curtains and fanned her hot face.

  “First we need to get naked, or nearly naked,” he murmured. “What did you bring with you?”

  “Nothing special.”

  “I thought as much. Just one moment.”

  He released her and picked up his overnight bag. Undoing the fastening he pulled out a small package wrapped in pretty tissue paper. “This is for you.”

  Jane took it in wonder. “What on Earth—?” She pulled off the wrapping and shook out short robe in midnight blue silk. It would just graze the top of her thighs. The tie at the neck allowed the front to remain open.

  “Nothing underneath,” Pierce whispered. “It will just cover your delicious pussy and I can open it up to fuck you. Put it on now.”

  Without a word she obeyed, pulling her T-shirt over her head, stepping out of her cotton pants. She stood in her lace bra and panties.

  “All of it. I’ll close my eyes.” He did more than close his eyes. He turned his back while she stripped to her skin and slipped into the short robe. The silk wafted sensuously over her body, caressing her breasts so the nipples puckered and stood up. As Pierce had predicted, the frilled hem just covered her pussy. The open front invited an exploring hand.

  Jane drew a long, slow breath. “Your turn,” she said. “But I want you naked.”

  “Good, you want to see all of me.” He grinned. “Happy to oblige.” Immediately he unbuckled and stepped out of his pants. In thirty seconds all his clothes pooled around his feet save for his briefs. She noted a satisfying bulge.

  “Maybe I should have made you go slower,” she said. “But now I see what you have for me, I think you’d better go all the way.”

  “You wanted it slow?” With a wicked smile, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and inched the fabric down, stopping just short of revealing his cock.

  “More, more,” she commanded.

  “As you wish.” He continued to push the underwear down until it slid down his legs. He kicked the briefs away from his feet.

  Jane’s pulse raced even faster as she stared at him. His cock was long and thick, even in its half-aroused state. Reaching out, she took him in her hand, letting her fingers float teasingly down the length of the shaft. At once she felt him begin to harden. Her hand slipped lower, cupping the sac holding his balls.

  “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered.

  “Hey, that’s my line.”

  “This is going to be wonderful.” She gave his balls a gentle squeeze. “You’re absolutely right that we need this time.”

  “No talk of lawyers or of psychics, on pain of a severe beating.”

  She felt a twitch in her pussy like a tiny electric shock. “Maybe I’ll mention them just to see what you would do.”

  “I’d smack that pretty bottom of yours ‘til it was pink and then—” He paused and took the hand playing with him. “Just look what you’ve done.”

  She glanced down and sucked in a breath. His penis was swollen, the tip pink and dripping with pearly drops.

  “I think we need a quick fuck to get ourselves in the mood.” Pierce took her hand. “Then when our minds are clear we can plan the rest of the night.”

  She let him lead her across the room to the luxurious bedroom. The same tree she’d seen from the living room filled the window space with dappled shade. The leaves rustled softly as the breeze strengthened momentarily because of the open door. The dark blue silk of her mini robe fluttered around her thighs, showing a glimpse of her mound. She ached deep inside and he hadn’t even touched her yet.

  In a swift movement Pierce stripped off the cover and pulled back the top sheet. Then he pushed her back onto the soft linen. The sheets were creamy white percale, smooth and cool.

  “Open for me,” he whispered and fastened his mouth to hers. He held her head and covered her face with tiny kisses, dipping down to the space between her aching breasts. She longed for his mouth and moved to brush one nipple against his lips. He sucked on her breast and then moved to lave the other with his tongue. She moaned in pleasure. At the same time she felt him nudge her legs apart with an insistent knee. She spread herself further, making herself wide open for him. He filled her with one smooth thrust.

  “Oh God!” she cried out and he gave a few more hard strokes, pushing deep inside her.

  The delicious tingle had already started deep in her pussy and she couldn’t hold it in. It spread like a burning flame, consuming her, making her build to a climax at the same time as Pierce exploded inside her.

  “That was wonderful,” she whispered as soon as she could draw enough breath to speak.

  His weight was still on her and she realized he hadn’t withdrawn. His cock was still rammed inside her and she felt it throb against her sensitive skin.

  “That was just a little hors d’oeuvre. We’ll build up to the main course.”

  Still buried within her, he raised his torso and leaned forward to suckle her breasts again. His mouth closed on one nipple, the one he had merely licked before, and he sucked hard. She bucked under him and gave an involuntary gasp. Shards of fire streaked out and down from her tortured nipple, snaking past her abdomen right to her pussy. Her nether lips were running with moisture, both hers and his.

  His lips moved to the other nipple. The first one still tingled and throbbed.

  His thick penis filled her but he refused to move to stroke her inside. She arched, willing him to thrust harder. “I’m ready again,” she said.

  “Are you, indeed? But I’m not ready to give it to you yet.”

  He bit her nipple sharply, seeming to know that the tingle had begun to die. He smiled at the quiver he provoked.

  His mouth claimed hers again and then kissed her eyes, her ears, her throat. All the time his penis was swelling, filling her more, driving her wild but he remained still, not allowing her the pleasure of his movement.

  In desperation she wrapped her legs around his waist, driving him deeper into her hot wetness.

  She had the satisfaction of hearing him groan as his cock was forced more deeply into her and at last he began to move inside her.

  “I love it when you can’t wait for it. This is just the beginning. I have some things planned for you tonight that you’re going to love.” He rose up on his elbows and pumped and thrust more strongly, watching her face. She bit her lip and closed her eyes. Her mouth opened to let out a cry and she felt the quiver grow stronger deep in her body.

  “Come on, my love. This just for you.” He lowered himself onto her and thrust his tongue into her mouth, sliding it in and out, simulating what he was doing to her cunt. “Let go just once more.”

  Each thrust seemed to be harder and longer. She was ready to combust. The spasms swelled, growing in intensity, rocking every inch of her until she could hold it in no longer and she opened her mouth to let out an animal shriek of pleasure.

  She lay motionless, gathering herself together. Pierce rolled to one side and smoothed the silk robe over her. His hand lingered over the curls between her thighs. “I’ll cover it up until I want it again or it wants me, whichever comes first.”

  She smiled at him. Her head felt muzzy and her eyes wanted to close. “You’ve exhausted me.”

  “Then we’ll have to revive yo
u. There’s more where that came from.”

  “If I have the strength.”

  “You’d be surprised at what you can do. You have nothing to think about for the next few hours but making love with me. And a couple of meals of course.”

  She burst out laughing. And stretched her arms around his neck. “I do love you,” she said. “And I believe you.”

  “You’d better. Are you ready for a shower? That will wake you up.”

  “Only if it’s stone cold. No, I don’t mean that.” She sat up “I’ll set the temperature.”

  She rolled off the bed and headed for the bathroom.

  Chapter Sixteen

  The bathroom was large and luxurious. She had already noted the deep tub, a gleaming marble rectangle set into the floor in front of the window. Two or three steps led invitingly down into where the water would lap gently against the sides. Bottles of crystals and oils stood on a small glass shelf to one side. Gardenia, lavender, almond invited her with tempting labels. Later, she told herself. Later she would indulge in warm, scented water with Pierce. At the moment, she needed a shower, hot and hard just like the sex she’d just enjoyed.

  Pierce’s hands were on her shoulders as he steered her to the glass-fronted shower in the corner. The creamy tiles glistened. Fluffy white towels were piled on a stool. She stepped inside and he turned on the water. Jets sprayed from different angles, catching her neck, her shoulders, her waist and her knees. She closed her eyes and let herself relax against the warm spouts.

  Pierce’s hands were on her again, kneading the tense muscles in her neck. He must have filled his palm with liquid soap, for next she felt him rubbing, sliding his slick fingers over her shoulders and arms. His magic hands worked down her back and over her bottom. Then he turned her to allow the spray to rinse her and began to stroke her breasts, her waist and the tops of her thighs. The water rinsed the soap as he progressed down her body.

  At last she opened her eyes. Without a word she filled her hands with soap and began to smooth it over his taut muscles. She let her hands follow the curve of his ass and squeezed gently. “Very nice buns,” she said.

  Then she soaped his penis and balls, letting her fingers linger in his pubic hair, making a ring with her hand to caress his cock. It began to rise and harden with every touch.

  “I thought you were too tired,” he whispered against her mouth. “Be careful what you start. I’ll expect you to finish.”

  “You were right. The shower revived me.”

  In response he reached down and pushed two fingers into her vagina, thumbing her clitoris. Immediately she felt the rush of moisture from inside her bathing his hand.

  “I think you do want it again. Tell me.”

  “I want to do it again. Right here.”

  He withdrew his fingers and placed his palms under her buttocks, lifting her until her back touched the ivory wall tiles. “Put your legs around me.”

  He hooked his arms under her spread thighs and held her aloft for a long moment while she anticipated what was to come. Then he slowly lowered her wide-open pussy onto the steel shaft of his cock.

  They let out a sigh in unison as his thickness settled deep within her. She tightened her arms about his neck and her legs about his waist. He thrust hard and she gasped under the flowing water.

  “I’m coming already.”

  “Let it come. We have all the time you need to do it again.”

  “You?”

  “Oh yes. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

  She broke into a thousand pieces as he threw back his head and let out a long cry that reverberated around the shower.

  After, he wrapped her in one of warm, fluffy towels and led her into the bedroom. “Just lie down and relax.” He smoothed the small frown line between her brows. “We’ll forget all our problems and savor the moment.” He kissed her lips. “I’ll be back.”

  Jane closed her eyes. Making love with him certainly put all other thoughts out of her mind. She would try to believe he was right and that they could put their problems to one side. She knew that deep down he was uneasy, even fearful, about being sent back to the world of ghosts. She wouldn’t even begin to imagine what her life would be like without him.

  A few short weeks before, she had acted entirely out of character and made wild, uninhibited love with a stranger. Had she really believed he was a ghost brought back to life? She couldn’t honestly say but she’d welcomed him into her bed and into her life. She remembered a friend of her mother’s who had met her husband on vacation and married him three weeks later. Everyone had said they were crazy and had made dire predictions about how long the marriage would last. The couple was still together after thirty years and three children and still obviously in love. She smiled. She’d like that kind of future with Pierce.

  She heard the chink of glass against the tiles around the hot tub. She sighed, snuggling down into the soft bed, and her mind drifted, forming future fantasies…

  She opened her eyes when she felt the bed move under Pierce’s weight.

  “Keep them closed,” he said. “No need to look. Just feel.”

  He moved the damp towel from over her and a shiver rippled over her cool flesh. She felt his warm hands slide smoothly down her body and a delicious scent of almonds filled the air. His palms were slick with oil from one of the glass containers she had admired.

  His hands returned to her breasts. “I love your nipples,” he whispered. He flicked one and it rose obediently into a bud. He kneaded the soft flesh for another moment and then moved to her belly. Arousal snaked through her in response to the firm caress.

  Before she had time to think more, he cupped his hand between her thighs, playing gently with her labia, rubbing more oil onto her sensitive flesh with a light touch. She felt his finger slip inside her and he began to rub her clitoris with his thumb. She squirmed beside him as the pleasure mounted. She purred with pleasure.

  To her dismay he took his hand away just as she was about to reach orgasm. “No,” she moaned.

  “Be patient. Turn over.” Pierce flipped her over onto her stomach, replenished the small pool of oil in his palm and rubbed her shoulders, eliminating knots with a skillful touch. Her body felt boneless as she sank deeper into the towel.

  “Where did you learn to do this?” she murmured.

  “Just good instincts. Knowing what feels good.”

  “It feels wonderful.”

  His fingers trailed down to her buttocks and he began to massage, letting his hand creep into the crack between her cheeks. One finger rubbed her anus. She tensed.

  “Do you remember what I said to you when we first met?”

  “You said I was too tight and you’d make me ready for it another time.”

  “So you’ve thought about it?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “Is it nearly time?”

  “If you think so.”

  His oily finger pushed a fraction into her ass. She gasped. His other hand wiggled under her to rest on her wet pussy. The sensation was incredible. She relaxed her tight muscles.

  “That’s right.” He bent to kiss the nape of her neck, his movements echoed in his touch between her legs. “But that’s enough for now. To be continued.”

  She raised her head. “You can’t leave me like this.”

  “Like what? “ He raised an eyebrow. “Naked and begging?” He slid from the bed and slapped her behind. “I’m going to find you a good dinner, feed you some excellent wine and remind you every few seconds that you are desperate for me to fuck you. We’ll go to see this psychic expert then we’ll come back here and I’ll do it.” His hand curved over one cheek of her ass. “This is so tempting,” he said. “But I’ll wait.” He smacked her again, then stroked the tingling area. She groaned in pleasure. “Told you you’d like it, my love. Come now, up you get.”

  They found a quiet restaurant on a side street in the old town and ordered a simple meal with a half bottle of wine.

 
“We have to keep a clear head for this person,” Pierce said as he shared the last between two glasses.

  “Selma.”

  “Selma it is.” He raised his glass in a toast. “May she have all the answers.”

  Jane was still wet with anticipation and he constantly touched her hand, rubbed his foot against her leg, kept his eyes on her as she ate, heightening the tension that twanged and quivered through her body. Her head might be clear of wine but her brain was addled with thoughts of making love.

  She pulled in a deep breath, let it out and took a long draft of ice water to soothe her roiling thoughts. She forced herself to remember the most embarrassing moment in her teaching career and her mind slowly began to settle.

  They paid the bill at nine thirty. Dusk had dimmed the sky as streaks of red and gold marked where the sun hung low above the horizon. Street lighting had come on, casting shadows on the path.

  Jane fished in her purse for her car keys. “I looked at the map before we set off,” she said. “It’s not hard to find.”

  She followed the streets out of town and turned on to a country road with no sidewalks. “This might be as spooky as your house,” she said. “I wonder if she’s one of those New Age people who eat macrobiotic diets and wear natural fibers. Maybe she has cats, or keeps chickens.” She heard the nervous tone in her own voice. She was beginning to blabber.

  “You’re going to have to explain some of that language later.”

  “Sure.”

  Away from the town lights, the surroundings seemed much darker and she peered through the windshield to try to see house numbers.

  “I’m looking for 3825. I think the odd numbers are on your side.”

  “3809,” Pierce murmured. “3811, 13, 17, 21… Should be the next…”

  Sure enough, a sign swung close to the road, announcing 3835. Jane pulled in to the driveway and sat stunned at the sight before her. The house was a geodesic dome reminiscent of Fuller’s work. Like an orange cut in half, it stood on an immense, flat block with every inch of the rooms inside entirely visible. All glass with metal supporting struts, it blazed with light. A circular insert like the core of an apple occupied the central area, presumably concealing a bathroom. She had expected a small, cozy cottage. Would not have been surprised by a modern rancher. But this spaceship left her speechless. Selma Thaddeus must be a very interesting woman.