Into The Sunset: An Erotic Romance Anthology (16 page)

He raised his head and kissed me again before
rocking us with a second thrust. I gripped him tighter as his hips
rotated between my thighs with a quick stream of moist
gyrations.

I lifted my legs higher and wrapped my ankles
around him. I locked them in place and bucked my hips to meet his
thrusts. Our rhythm came naturally and we moaned into each others
lips between warm kisses. His shaft hit my nether in just the right
way. I screamed for him, beckoning him to continue and to never
stop. My nails clawed at his back. The harder I scratched, the
harder his thrusts came.

I felt my passions double back for a second
climax. The feeling overwhelmed me. My eyes watered with tears of
ecstatic joy and happiness as I listened to Graham ascend the same
climb with me.

We held onto each other, clinging to the last
ounce of control we both had until the orgasm shook us both. Graham
squeezed the sheets around me, his eyes shut tight. I kissed him as
he came, the warm spray soaking my sweet slit. My own juices mixed
with his and wet the sheets beneath us.

Graham collapsed on my chest, his falling hair
sticking to my skin with sweat. We held each other until our hearts
returned to a normal beat. The curse of sleep engulfed us until the
early morning light.

I was alone in the bed when I came to.
Somehow, I had managed to sleep so deeply that I was undisturbed by
his waking. I threw the button down shirt back on and went to
search for him. The kitchen and living room was empty and there was
no sign of him in the bathroom. I paused there to clean myself up.
I brushed a comb through my thick hair and wiped the sleep from my
eyes. My cheeks were pink, full of life and love. I had not seen
this reflection of myself in the mirror for ages. I smiled and
embraced the possibility of a new future ahead.

The sound came from the front porch. The
clinging of glass setting on a table and the creaking of a porch
swing. I followed the sound outside to find Graham lying back on
the porch swing, a book resting on his lap.

“
Good morning,” I said.

He looked up with a smile. “Good morning,” he
said, throwing a bookmark between the pages.

“
How long have you been up?” I
asked.

“
An hour. Maybe two,” he said. "I
could not waste a morning like this.” He looked out at his backyard
and we admired the view. It was the first warm morning of the year,
signaling the coming of spring. Green grass was reaching out above
the melting blankets of snow and the birds’ song was faint, but
growing stronger.

“
It’s so beautiful out here,” I
said, taking the seat next to him on the swing.

“
Are you cold?” he asked, taking
note of my bare feet and lack of pants.

“
No,” I said. “I’m buzzing
inside.”

Graham took my hand and we watched the melting
snow fall from the trees.

“
Did you mean it?” I asked. "When
you said I could stay for as long as I wanted?”

“
Yes,” Graham said with no
hesitation.

We looked at each other and knew it was truth.
I leaned in closer for a kiss and he wrapped an arm around me. Our
lips met with an intense fire that boiled from deep within us. The
book slid off his lap and hit the floor with a dull thud. Graham
reached out and stroked the warm skin of my thigh, enticing my
desire even further.

I sat up and straddled him on the swing. His
hands slid up my legs and rubbed the skin of my buttocks to give my
rear a soft squeeze. My hands gripped his face tenderly as we
exchanged kisses in the warm morning air.

His hands traveled up my body to cup my
breasts beneath the shirt. He massaged me as I moved up and down in
a gentle grind against his lap. I felt his member swell with life
beneath me as I moved my hips around.

I reached down under me and rubbed the growing
bulge. Graham gasped and squeezed my body harder. I flipped his
trousers open to expose his hardness and allowed it to breathe in
the morning air. The tip was moist with his juices and I stroked
him to maximum desire. His hand gripped my hips and he laid his
head back, breathing hard into the open air. With one hand, I
stroked him and with the other, I touched myself. The throbbing
heat within me began to grow.

I rubbed my nerves and my slit came to life,
preparing itself for his hardness. From the way his body was
jerking, I could tell he was ready. I intensified my stroke, using
my entire palm to please him.

He moaned loudly and gripped my face, bringing
me in for a hard kiss. He demanded nothing and said nothing,
allowing me free reign to go at my own pace. I rubbed myself a
little faster until I just had to feel him inside. I slid my
panties aside to make an entrance. Taking guidance of his shaft, I
moved in closer until the tip rested against my moist slit. I
teased us at first, rubbing the tip on the entrance before sliding
him inside.

I smiled to feel him in me again and wasted no
time taking what I wanted. I leaned in to kiss him, gripping his
shoulders to steady my grind. Graham took hold of my arms and
stared deep into my eyes as I arched my back and bounced lightly on
him. I writhed, balancing a hand on his knees to keep from falling
back. My moans came quickly with each grazing of his hard thickness
on my nerves inside.

Graham studied my rhythm and with time, he
started to join me. He rounded and tilted his hips with me,
pounding me harder as I rode him. He drew me closer to devour my
neck and nibble at my collar bone. His moans tore through his lips
with each kiss. Once again we ascended together as we did the night
before. Climax hit him first, the wet spurt sending me over the
edge. I tightened my muscles around his shaft and reached the
breaking point, cumming juices down his hardness.

I screamed into his shoulder, his arms holding
me steady. He watched me as I came, his deep eyes studying my face
and body. He smiled to me and we kissed again. And
again.

By the time night fell, I was more madly in
love than I’d ever been in my life.

I was a fool to think it would be so
easy.

Graham and I laid together next to the
fireplace surrounded by fleece blankets, pillows, and empty wine
glasses. We wore minimal clothing, clinging to one another for
warmth and passion.

The entire day was spent talking and telling
our stories. My cheeks ached from laughing the day away with him
and my body was exhausted from everything else we’d done to each
other.

Graham opened up to me about his life and told
me the story of his cabin. It was his grandmother’s home. A place
he would spend summers as a little boy. When she died, he inherited
it.

“
I had a wife,” he said
quietly.

“
Had?” I asked, sitting up on one
arm.

“
She died,” he said as he stared
at the ceiling.

“
I’m so sorry,” I said. “You don’t
have to tell me—”

“
No, I want to,” he said. He
reached out and I took his hand in mine. "It was an accident.
Shortly after the wedding.”

I said nothing and watched as the light of the
fire made shadows dance across his face.

“
I sold all our possessions and
came here. I have not left ever since,” he said.

I kissed his forehead and stroked his chest.
Then I pulled the blankets tighter around us and rested my head
back down on the pillows. “I married Samuel when I was young. Too
young,’ I said. “But I thought it was what I was supposed to do.
It’s what everyone always said I was supposed to do."

Graham kissed my hair and silently urged me to
go on.

“
It was fine at first,” I paused
and chuckled. "That’s what they always say, don’t they?"

“
Who?”

“
Battered wives,” I
said.

“
You couldn’t have known what he’d
become,” Graham said. “It's not your fault.”

“
I’ll never go back to him,” I
said as I sat up to look him in the eyes. I brought his fingers to
my lips and kissed them. “I’m yours, forevermore."

We spent the day exploring every piece of each
other, as if we were making up for lost time. Our bodies would
collapse from exhaustion, only to relapse back and start
again.

In the night, the fire began to die as we ran
out of fire wood.

Graham stood up, his tight body shining dimly
from a heavenly mix of moonlight and fire.

“
Must you go?” I asked, reaching
out to him.

He pulled up his drawers and tossed a coat
around his shoulders. “I’m not ready for this day to end,” he said.
He dropped to his knees beside me and leaned in for another kiss.
“And for that, we must keep the fire going.” He stood up and I
chuckled at the thought. The happiest thought I’d ever
had.

Graham opened the front door and walked out
into the night. The wood pile was on the side of the house. He
would not be gone long. I rolled over onto my side and looked into
the fireplace. Dying embers turned orange and glowed with a pulsing
power. I pursed my lips and blew a stream of air toward it and
watched as it filled them with new, glowing life.

The door opened behind me and I smiled at the
sound. “You’re back quickly.” I rolled over to face the door and
let out a scream. I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around my
half-naked body.

“
This is how you treat me?” Samuel
growled. His cheeks and nose were beet red. His breath shot out of
his mouth like a piercing dagger.

I stood up and took steps back until I hit the
wall behind me with nowhere else to go. “Where is he?” I asked,
feeling my chest tighten to a third of its normal size.

“
I gave you everything,” he
continued on and ignored the question. He took a large stride
toward me then stopped.

“
All the bruises and broken bones
a girl could ever ask for, right?” I said between baited breaths.
My panic was returning, but I was determined to keep steady. “Where
is he?” I asked again.

“
Maybe he went out to hunt some
game. Or practice on a few bottles and cans. Or to read a book on
his porch swing,” Samuel whispered. “And wait for you to come out
and whore yourself to him.”

“
How long have you been here,
Samuel?” I asked. Spare tears overflowed from my eyes, wetting my
cheeks.

“
I came looking for you. Searched
the forest, for you. After you disappeared, I feared the worst,” he
said. "And then I saw this place.” He scanned the cabin with big
eyes, as if to admire the foundation. “I almost believed him. And
then I saw the cookie.”

He leaned down and picked up an empty saucer
from the coffee table. “Tiny bites in a circle all the way around,”
he said. “Only one person I’ve known does that. And that’s my
wife.” He paused to stare back at me. I said nothing and let more
tears fall. “It couldn't have been coincidence. So I drove off,
parked my truck in the woods, and came back.”

“
Get out,” I said.

“
You are my wife, Emilia,” Samuel
said. "In time, I’m sure I will be blessed with the power to
forgive you. Come back with me now.”

“
Never.”

He stepped forward and tossed the saucer at
the wall next to me. It broke with a deafening shatter. I shrieked
and shielded my eyes from the glass.

“
Come back with me. Now,” he
repeated.

I shook my head at him and leaned back into
the wall so hard it was as if I wanted to fuse with it and
disappear.

Samuel did not ask a third time. He never did.
With another two strides, he closed the gap between us and grabbed
my wrist. He yanked at me hard and I lurched forward, dropping my
blanket to the floor. I was exposed, topless with only panties to
conceal anything else.

“
Do you like being his whore?”
Samuel shouted. He reached out to my hair with his other hand and
gave it a solid yank, pulling me toward the door. I screamed and
punched and kicked, but Samuel easily possessed three times my
strength. He grabbed my body and tossed me over his shoulder like a
bag of laundry.

The door burst open and Graham ran inside. A
bit of blood poured across his right eye from a fresh wound. He did
not wait to try and reason with Samuel. I had told him enough
stories of Samuel that day. Graham knew what he was capable
of.

Graham lifted a piece of firewood above his
head and swung it at us. Samuel had his hands full of me and could
not block the blow. The log struck his face and Samuel dropped me
down. I fell to the coffee table and broke two of its legs beneath
my weight. It knocked the wind out of me and I winced at my
previous wounds, still tender and bruised.

Samuel’s eyes grew with rage, blood flowed
from his nose. He stepped toward Graham, fingers closed tightly in
furious fists. Graham wasn’t quick enough to dodge him and found
himself pinned against the wall by great strength.

I stood up from the floor, breasts and body
still exposed, and turned toward the fireplace. The rifle rested
above it, glowing in the dying light. If I didn’t act quickly,
Samuel would surely kill Graham and take me back home.