“I hate that woman.”
“She’s not very fond of you, either.”
I laughed, reached for the one bottle and refilled my glass. “Your turn,” I said.
Janice leaned in, cradling her glass near her neck and blew me a kiss. “Let’s hear it, lover boy.”
I smiled. “Me, me and me.”
Janice bit her lower lip, raised an eyebrow and took a sip of her wine. I waited, our eyes locked, and shuddered when her foot touched the inside of my thigh and made its way up.
“I already married you,” she said, her foot inching closer to my cock, which, usually with a mind of its own, was already stirring. “I sometimes want to kill you.” Her foot found its place between my legs and began to rub against me. I closed my eyes, feeling the alcohol race through me and dance in my head.
Janice leaned in, replaced her foot with a hand that squeezed playfully, and whispered I my ear, “And I would most certainly fuck you.”
“Now that sounds like a plan,” I whispered.
Janice took my wine glass, placed it on the coffee table next to hers, and straddled me. Her lips locked onto mine as she slowly began to move against me, making me even harder, pushing her crotch against mine. My hands found their way around her waist, and slowly began pushing the hem of her shirt up.
“You know,” Janice said, breaking the kiss but not the grinding of her hips, “your idea of staying in tonight? Brilliant.”
I gasped, my eyes briefly closing. “I thought you might appreciate it.”
“I do,” she whispered, her lips brushing against mine. “There’s just so much we can do, isn’t there?”
“Got any big ideas?” I asked.
She looked at me seductively and began unbuttoning my pants. “A few.”
She raised her arms and let me push her shirt over her head, her breasts on full display and her nipples erect. I immediately went for them, devouring one after the other, sucking on them as she wrapped her arms around my head and brought me in closer. She moaned as my tongue swirled in circles between sucking and nibbling.
“Just like that,” she breathed against my ear, driving me crazy. “That’s it, baby, just like that.”
She began to grind harder against me, and with both hands on her ass, I pushed her down harder, feeling the warmth between her legs seep through the fabric of our clothes. Her body began to heat up, and I gently pushed her onto her back, kissing my way down. I pulled her pants off, slowly, kissing each inch of bare skin as I removed them, and then quickly got rid of her panties as well.
I stood up, swaying a bit and making her laugh as I stumbled to take off my own pants. When I had finally managed to get out my clothes, she gazed into my eyes and with a finger, beckoned me to her.
I slipped inside her easily, her warmth and wetness embracing me completely, her back arching as she moaned. My lips embraced her nipples again, and she ran her nails up and down my back, sending shudders through my whole body. I felt her clench down on me, her breath hot against my ear.
“Love me, Alex,” she whispered.
I began to move against her, slowly at first, only picking up the pace ever so slightly. I found a rhythm we were both comfortable with, something in between the insane lust I had for her right now, and the gentle love making we shared when we felt the world was barren except for us. I gazed into her eyes, kissed her lips, ran my hands up and down the sides of her body and felt her shudder with my touch.
She wrapped her legs around mine, pushing her hips up to meet my thrusts, holding me close so that I was kissing her neck and she was moaning in pleasure against my ear. The feel of her naked against me made my head swirl, and I never wanted this to end. I prayed that it would go on forever.
She rolled me over onto my back and straddled me, guiding me inside her effortlessly as she began to move. Her hips grinded against me, her fingers raked against my chest, and she threw her head back as her orgasm shook through her. She leaned in, kissed my neck, and quickened her pace. It felt like heaven, and I doubted that I could hold out much longer.
She felt the muscles of my body flex, and knew that I was close.
“Come for me,” she whispered in my ear. “Don’t hold back, baby, come for me.”
And I did. I exploded inside her with such force, my entire body shook. I held her tight in my arms, breathing her in, feeling myself pulse inside her as she clenched against me.
We stayed like that for a long time, and when she finally rolled over and snuggled against me, she was already half asleep. I held her close, felt her heart beating against my chest, and drifted away.
* * *
I woke up to the sounds of footsteps on the second-floor landing, and instinctively reached under my pillow for the gun that I had forgotten was not there. The lights in the house were out, and the only illumination came from the moonlight that found its way through the bedroom window.