A Crying Shame (188 page)

His silent reply was to stroke her satiny buttocks with one hand while keeping her pinned to the bed with his other strong hand. He pumped in and out of her, flesh slapping against flesh.

He patted her buttocks and said,
Perhaps I'll have this for dessert.”

She cursed him, in French and English.

He laughed at her.
Tantot ... tantot, ma cherie.”

Don't now-now me, you son of a bitch! Let me up!”

He kissed her on the neck.

She suddenly lunged forward on the bed, slipping his grasp. Crouched there on her knees, breasts swinging and heaving from anger and exertion, she swung a balled fist at him. To her surprise, she connected with his jaw.

Oww!” she shouted; her left hand grabbed her suddenly aching right hand.
You hurt my hand!” she yelled at him.

Jon shook his head free of bright little stars and grabbed her.
I am so sorry my jaw struck your fist,” he said. ,

She looked down at his swollen maleness. The excitement seemed to have a Pinocchio effect on him. He was larger than before.

Positioned between her legs, he lunged, penetrating her to his fullest. She bit him on the shoulder as he rammed inside her, his blood staining her mouth, her blood spotting the sheets.

Sudden climax shook her with an inner turbulence that was unlike anything she had ever experienced in her heretofore limited sex life. Her tears were wet and salty on his bare shoulder as yet another climax ripped through her, close behind the tremblings of the previous climax. She did not know why she was crying, only that this sexual act was the most filling—literally—and satisfying she had known, and she did not wish it to ever culminate.

Now, Jon,” she whispered.

And as abruptly as he had been brutal with her, he became gentle, the act becoming loving, the long strokes filling and the withdrawal as near to heaven as she had ever been.

She reached between his legs, to gently caress his testicles, cupping the knotted sac in her soft hand, almost feeling the juices boiling under her touch.

They came together: one long, tearing eruption mutually shared. Some invisible softness ripped within her, and she knew then, without doubt, this stubborn man softening inside her was all she wanted, all she needed, and that he needed her.

After a time dozing in each other's arms, they rose to shower together, playfully soaping and touching and caressing. Once she bent over to retrieve the bar of soap and he inserted one finger in her anus.

Oops!” she said, gasping at the intrusion. Quick Cajun anger reared up in her as his soapy finger worked in and out of her. Then she relaxed her sphincter muscles and found the sensation to be mildly pleasant.

Dessert.” Jon laughed.

For you or for me?” She groaned the question. It was a curious mixture of feelings, not at all unpleasant, but quite unlike anything she had ever experienced.

For the both of us,” he replied.

She reached behind her and grasped his hardening penis. That made up her mind.
No way,” she said.
Forget it, Buster!”