The Mammoth Book of Erotica presents The Best of Marilyn Jaye Lewis (7 page)

“Third.”

“Wow. This should be a good game.”

“It sure will,” Connor agreed. “I’m excited.” At the flashing yellow traffic light, he veered left, toward 611 and the Delaware River; it would be the river and trees and then pastoral foothills from here on out, and all of it, except the madly rushing river, was frosted with a light layer of still-white, two-day-old snow.

Kaylie loved snow, and she loved taking the scenic route anywhere. She hated freeways. She especially loved taking 611, following the bends in the river. In the early days of their marriage, she and Connor used to take a lot of drives along the Delaware, stopping for picnics or to take hikes along the old canal. They hadn’t done anything like that in a long while. Now, seeing it all dusted with snow made Kaylie’s heart happy; her perspective freshened on everything. And it brought back memories, to boot.

“Remember that time—” she began.

Connor cut her off. “Yes,” he said, smiling. “I do.”

She smiled back at him. She was feeling her hormones stirring but she didn’t want to say anything about it. She was ovulating; it would be sure to lead to a huge argument as soon as he found out. Better to change the subject again, but she didn’t feel like talking about hockey. She wanted to have a baby. In all honesty, it was all she thought about anymore.

Not privy to his wife’s thought processes Connor was still on the topic of memories. “We were pretty bold that day, weren’t we? I mean, even for us.”

“I guess so,” Kaylie replied distractedly.

“You
guess
so? Jesus, Kay, that’s understating it. You know, I think about that day from time to time and I still get off on it.”

This took her aback; she thought she’d been alone in that secret pleasure. “You do?”

“Yeah, I do. That was so hot, don’t you think? I get a lot of mileage out of that memory. You were such a wild little girl that day. Not that you aren’t all the time,” he added playfully. “You just outdid yourself that time – and in public, no less.”

“It was hardly ‘in public’,” she said, suddenly feeling shy about it. “We were simply outside.”

Connor reached over and squeezed her hand. “Hey, you’re blushing.”

“I am not.”

“Yes, you are.”

The simple touch of his hand on hers gave Kaylie that spark; it ignited somewhere between her heart and her belly, and the sudden clarity of the memory overwhelmed her in its intimate detail. They’d been walking along the tow path of the old canal that day; it was late spring, warm enough to be walking without jackets for the first time that season. The sky had been that perfect shade of blue; the clouds, puffy and bright white. The air was filled with the scent of the first May blossoms and the river itself had smelled of spring; a thing alive and fresh and full of new promises. It had made Kaylie feel hungry for life – insatiable for it, in fact. One minute, she’d been kissing Connor; the next, she’d felt ravenous for his tongue. They were
really
kissing then – passionately, right there on the old tow path, out in the open. She was clinging to Connor’s neck and his hand was up under her T-shirt. The feel of his fingertips grazing her nipple, even through the lace of her bra, had set her on fire. She’d practically dragged him to the ranger station – a very small, very old clapboard house just off the main path – and thrown him down onto the grass behind the building.

For a mere moment, she’d confined herself to lying on top of him in the grass and kissing him like crazy. But it wasn’t long before he had her shirt pushed up, her bra tugged up over her tits and her tits exposed in the air – her tender nipple suddenly in his mouth and swelling from the intense pressure of how fiercely he was sucking on her.

She couldn’t stand it then. She’d reached behind her and unclasped the bra but even that had felt too constricting. She managed to pull the tee shirt and then the bra off completely. It had felt so liberating, she remembered; that was the exact feeling, to be suddenly topless in the warm spring air, with Connor so eager to devour her nipples. It had become quickly obvious that they were going to have to fuck – there was no doubt about it. She was too worked up.

Her hands were at his belt, unbuckling it. Abruptly, his mouth was off her. “Kaylie,” he said. “What are you doing?”

“You know what I’m doing,” she insisted – hurriedly, as she fumbled with his buckle.

“Not really.” He was mildly alarmed when he felt his zipper coming down. “It could be a couple things,” he stammered, feeling his cock spring out into the warm air. “Oh, Christ, Kay.” He gasped quietly; his head fell back into the grass as he surrendered to his wife’s mouth in utter delight. Her mouth felt so hot and so wet, and she was so greedy about it. She was really sucking on it, creating too much pressure, letting the head of his cock nudge way back in her throat.

“Shit, Kaylie, I’m going to come.”

It was happening too fast. Kaylie stopped. “No way,” she said breathlessly. “Don’t you do that to me, I’m too excited.”

“Kay, what you are doing?” Connor watched his wife with mixed feelings of shock and absolute arousal as she stood up and unzipped her own jeans and then pulled them, and her panties, all the way down. She kicked off her sneakers almost angrily, as if she couldn’t get them off her feet quick enough, and in a heartbeat, she was completely naked. Right out there in the open.

She looked so beautiful, so swept up in her own desire. Connor pulled her down next to him in the grass, then rolled on top of her and mounted her. Her pussy was soaking, completely ready for him. The slick hole opened around his cock and her heat enveloped him. “This is not exactly going to keep me from coming,” he’d warned her; her lips kissing his cheek, his chin, and then even his mouth as he spoke to her. “I hope you know that.”

“I know that,” she insisted quietly. “Just fuck me, honey. Be quiet and fuck me. Come whenever you need to.”

“You mean,
in
you?” he said in her ear; his voice sounding just as insistent – and just as breathless as hers. “You want me to come in you? It’s okay? It’s not your time or anything?”

“It’s okay,” she’d half-answered, half-cried that day as he’d suddenly gone at her with vigor. “You can come in me,” she’d said, “–
oh god
.” He was so hard and going in deep. She spread her thighs wider, hiked her legs higher; feeling him going
really
deep. “Connor,
shit
– oh god.”

She gripped him tight in her arms and then hugged her knees close to him, letting him go at her very hard and very fast, while she whimpered and cried in his ear in rhythm to every repeated thrust.

Miraculously, he had kept himself from coming right away. Once he’d found his rhythm in her, he’d kept it going, entranced by the sounds of her pleasure. He’d gone at her harder than he usually did; he’d felt that caught up in the rhythm of her cries. He’d never known her to sound so full of lust before. It had finally overwhelmed him.

He came in her, and even though she hadn’t come yet, she’d suddenly felt very exposed out there by the canal bank, on the grass behind some old ranger station – and she hadn’t thought to check if it was occupied or not. She’d hurried to get back into her clothes. It was not a moment too soon.

Connor seemed to be keeping pace with her reveries. “Do you think that the park ranger had been watching us the whole time?”

When Connor spoke, he startled Kaylie back to the present, back to the reality of the car, its heater on high as they drove along 611. It wasn’t spring, it was winter. There was snow out there along the canal now.

Kaylie laughed uneasily. “I don’t know,” she said.

“He sure timed it right, didn’t he? Coming around the back of that house the minute you’d finished putting your clothes on?”

“I’d wondered about that, too – his impeccable timing.”

“And you’d been making an awful lot of noise. He had to have heard you.”

She’d been making a lot of noise; for some reason, hearing Connor say that made Kaylie feel excited again. “Well, he was polite about it, either way,” she said.

“I suppose he was.” Connor gave the idea some thought: a stranger, a man in a uniform, secretly watching him fucking his wife. For a fleeting moment, Connor found the idea curiously appealing but then he let it go.

Kaylie pulled her coat more tightly around her and then snuggled down into the seat. She couldn’t help it; she was horny. Remembering that whole episode had gotten to her. She’d been in a light swoon all day anyway. She tried to distract herself by looking out the window at all the snow-covered scenery: the dusted trees, the hills in the distance, the occasional swath of snowy farmland that would suddenly burst into view. But nothing helped take her mind off it: she wanted to fuck and she wanted to make a baby. In that order. Right now.

“What are you thinking about?” Connor asked her. “You’re so quiet over there.”

“Nothing,” she said. “I’m just looking at stuff.”

“The farmer’s market is just here up the road, you know.”

“Have we already gotten that far?”

“Yep. We’ve gotten that far.”

Why is he looking at me so oddly, she wondered; is he reading my mind? No, she convinced herself. I have a guilty conscience, that’s all. But why should I feel guilty? He’s my husband. I’m allowed to want to have sex with him.

It was the baby stuff she felt guilty about. She’d been pressuring him a lot lately. She found herself unwilling to let him make his own decision about it anymore. For the first time since they’d gotten married, she was ovulating and hadn’t told him. Why was that? Was she hoping to trap him, to assert her will over his constant stalling?

I can’t do that, she told herself. That would be so unfair. He would never forgive me. Well, she realized, he would forgive me, most likely. But maybe he would never really trust me again.

“Kay?” he said. “Did you hear me?”

“No, I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“I said it’s closed; you were right – look.”

They had pulled into the farmer’s market and sure enough, it was boarded up for the winter. Not just the outside stalls, which would have been expected, but the inside market was closed for the season, as well. The whole property seemed deserted. The dirt roads that led through the fruit orchards were still dusted in snow; they showed no tire tracks, no footprints.

Connor pulled the car up one of the roads and then stopped the car, putting it in park.

“What are we doing?” Kaylie asked. “Did you want to take a walk in the snow?”

Connor looked at her for a moment. “Not really,” he finally said.

“Connor, what is it?”

“Well, we have plenty of time now. And no one’s here.”

Oh no, she thought, feeling unnerved by that look in his eye. It was highly unlikely that this had been part of his plans for the day; he probably hadn’t brought a condom.

“What do you mean?” she asked naively, stalling a little herself now.

He turned off the car. “You know what I mean.”

“I do?”

He smiled at her sudden reluctance. He liked it when she pretended to be shy. “You do. Come on, should we take a little walk?”

“It’s cold out there.”

“So? It’ll be a new adventure. Come on, Kay. Let’s go.” He unlocked the car doors. The sudden springing sound of it gave her a jolt. “What’s with you?” he asked, opening his door. “Don’t you want to?”

“I want to,” she said. “It’s just—”

“What? Are you afraid of a little snow?”

“No,” she said.

“Then what is it? Are you afraid I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll come all over yourself – and me, I hope?”

Oh no, now he was going to start talking dirty to her. She was doomed. Just
say
it, she tried to convince herself. Tell him it’s not a good time; that he’s going to have to be careful because she could get pregnant . . . But then he’ll lose the mood – and fast.

“Come on,” he said again, getting out of the car. “Let’s go. If it’s too cold, we can always come back to the car instead and fuck like crazy teenagers in the back seat. Come on.” He slammed closed his door. Kaylie didn’t move. She watched him come around the front of the car to the passenger side; she watched him open her door. His crotch was at eye level; he had a hard-on inside his jeans.

She looked up at his face. “Surprise,” he said, knowing she’d seen it, his erection nearly bursting open his zipper.

This time she knew she was blushing. “Christ, Connor.”

“Come on, honey.” He reached down and unbuckled her seat belt. “Let’s go take a walk in the snow.”

“But what about the game – don’t you want to be there in time for the face-off?”

“We will. Don’t worry about it.” He took Kaylie’s arm and helped her get out of the car.

The cold air felt sobering but it wasn’t an icy blast; it was bearable. Kaylie took Connor’s hand and they began walking – up the dirt road into the orchards. The trees were breathtaking in the light dusting of snow. And the sky was heavy with another imminent snowfall. It created a feeling of isolation, of being cushioned against the outside world

Connor broke the silence. “No one’s here,” he said. “We are completely and utterly alone – look at this.”

Kaylie looked, they were indeed alone. Quietly, in keeping with the solemnness of their surroundings, she said, “You’re not really expecting me to take my pants off out here, are you?”

“I kind of was,” he said.

“Connor, you’re crazy.”

“Kaylie, come here.” Connor pulled her into his arms and they kissed, their down-filled jackets serving as a soft barrier between them. “This won’t do,” Connor insisted. “Here, let me undo that.” He unzipped Kaylie’s jacket and then unzipped his own. “This is better, isn’t it?” He pulled her to him again and kissed her, this time the warmth of their bodies connected them.

Kaylie felt Connor’s erection pressing up against her and it made her push back against him; she couldn’t help herself. She was getting too worked up for him and it just wouldn’t do, she had to hide it, to keep it locked up tight. It was going to be a lost battle, though, if he kept pushing up against her like this.

“Connor,” she said quietly.

“What?”