Page 94 of Lucky Night

She kisses him hard, a hand on the back of his neck pulling him down on her. She bites his lip. He feels her tongue deep in his mouth.

And there it is, folks!

The tingling, the warmth.

Jesus, the thing really is indomitable.

She’s kissing him, digging her nails into his back. She’s never like this. Peremptory, almost cruel. But by God is it working! He feels the growing heaviness in his cock, the sense of something uncoiling, so pleasurable in itself. She pulls him onto her and reaches down to guide him inside her.

But surely he’s not…okay, he is, he is ready, and this is, this feels…

Oh, he’s missed this.

He has. He’s been missing it for hours, for the whole night, missing it for years, for his whole life. She wraps her legs around him, grabs his ass, forcing him deep inside her. So demanding! And he’s happy to oblige, he’s hers completely. This wassucha good idea, it’s exactly what they should be doing. Fucking as the walls collapse around them. He’ll do anything she wants, she owns him utterly, so what if they’re burning, they’re done for, it’s all worth it, if she wants him she can have him, she can have this.

Though, does she really wantit?

Is she in her right mind?

Definitely not.

So, this isn’t…

No. This isn’t right.

And with that, he feels himself soften.

He keeps moving inside her, trying to hold on, but as abruptly as his erection sprang to life, it departs again. He slips out of her.

Please, she whispers. Please.

Jenny, I can’t, I’m sorry. And I’m not sure—

Go down on me, she says.

But—

Do it, Nick.

What if he refuses? Will she really try to leave? She can’t. She just can’t. So he moves down her body, between her long parted lovely legs. This is all they’re good for—she said that as if he’d said it first, but he hadn’t, had he? It’s not all they’re good for, but they are in fact good at it, so he will go down on her now and maybe she’ll snap out of it. He spreads her apart and puts his mouth on her. He’ll make her come this way. He always can, sometimes several times in a row, until she’s breathless and laugh-begging him to stop. She seems satisfied now, the way she’s moving, and sighing. He feels her hands in his hair. And he doesn’t mind this at all, lapping at her, she’s so delicious and warm, he could do this all night,he’s still soft but that’s okay. She’s responding, pushing up to meet his mouth and murmuring.

Is Tom all about the penis? Is that why her sex life with him is solid, rather than spectacular, as theirs is and always has been, spectacular if infrequent? Never enough.Tom can be a little…not him. He’s not a little anything when it comes to her. He’s all about the everything, including her bewitching, peerless cunt, a rude word some think, but he doesn’t, no, it’s a holy word for her sublime and matchless apparatus. Okay, golden boy, don’t get fruity, focus on the task at hand, calming this traumatized woman lingually, as per her request.

Not a problem. Happy to help.

And they’re fine. This is a strong building. Brand-new. They just need a shitload of water aimed at the fire. He reaches up to stroke her breasts as he bites her gently, a finger deep in her now, two fingers, fucking her slowly with them, which she seems to be enjoying. It probably takes a lot of time to get that much water where it needs tobe. Or do they use foam? Sand?

Whatever. Point is, the logistics must be daunting. But manageable. And being managed.

Maybe he can get hard again. Is he…yes, he’s definitely getting hard again. He presses his mouth onto her forcefully now, plunging his fingers deeper, he’ll wait until she’s at the very edge, then he’ll turn her over, pull her up onto her knees like she suggested and…

He stops.

Raises his head.

Is that…

Yes.

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