Hot Revenge Box Set 2

The fog swirls outside the window; the light is already dim. Nonetheless, she draws curtains, lights a candle. Then another. The light shimmers over her hair, dances in her eyes.

Her hands on my chest once more, “You want this?”

“Mitch, I’ve never wanted anything else.”

“Good,” she murmurs. She tugs at my jacket. “Why don’t you take this off?” She slides it from my shoulders, hanging it neatly from a hook on the back of the door. “That too.” She nods to my pullover.

I strip it off along with the undershirt below, moving carefully to avoid straining the wound. Then I stand, skin goosing, hoping that...

Mitch chuckles. “Why don’t we just get ourselves where it’s warm?” She reaches under the bed, and something clicks. She wrinkles her nose at me. “Electric blanket.”

Despite everything; the years, the waiting, the wanting… something like bashfulness takes me. I’ve not been celibate in the years between. I’ve scratched the itch when I needed to. But that’s all it was; satisfying an occasional physical need.

I’ve never made love since…

“It feels like Helsinki, doesn’t it,” she says.

“Yes, it does. Mitch…”

Her eyes twinkle. “No pyjamas though…”

“Are we going to need pyjamas?”

She strokes my hair. “Get undressed. Get into bed. I’ll do the same. Let’s find each other again.”

Turning my back to her, I strip off. As I turn, climb between the sheets and under the thick duvet, she’s unclipping her bra, slipping off panties. Naked, her heavy breasts swinging, she slips in beside me.

And there we lie, face to face, enfolded in the growing warmth of Mitch’s bed.

“So…” she says, “Where do we begin?”

“Mitch… I’m not going to keep saying this, but it needs to be said once. All those years ago… I’m sorry I frightened you. I’m sorry I… hunted you… I’m sorry for robbing you of Jenny.”

Her eyes fall… then rise again, something quirking over her mouth. “You’re not sorry about Frank though, are you?”

I inhale. “Um… no. If I’m truthful, I’m not at all sorry about that. The last time I saw Frank, I scared the shit out of him, deliberately so. And no, I don’t regret it at all.”

“Good,” she murmurs. Then, “Larry…” She curls fingers around my hand, pulling it towards herself, sliding my palm over her breast.

My chest tightens but my cock nudges awake. Cupping my hand over the breast, smooth and warm against my skin, with the thumb, I stroke at the nipple. It comes alive under my touch, nubbing.

My lips brushing against hers, with the other arm I curve around her waist, pulling her closer. She eases up against me, pressing herself against my burgeoning erection.

“Are you warm enough?” she murmurs.

“It’s the warmest I’ve been in days.”

My fingers still on the one breast, I drop my lips over the other, mouthing at pale skin, fragrant with her scent, nibbling at the nipple, then tugging at it as it crinkles hard between my teeth.

fragrance. Her fragrance. I’ve never

a sound

that, my shaft surges, sending waves of

want you inside

me with her and I settle with her thighs parting under me, my

erection pressed against her growing heat,

I’m here…

She’s here…

want simply to

with fingers, hilt myself and

want that. I’ve

me. I want to hear her as she orgasms, that song she first

I disengage…

She shifts, protesting… “Larry…”

down her

You’ve barely aged…

still smooth. Muscle still firm. The breasts perhaps are

of course…

and they vibrate with the combined rhythms of her panting

her outline, my hands curving over the line of a still-narrow

A pale line marks a touch of stretching, but it’s faded, barely visible. I

close, amid the gleaming

to my lips as I mouth over her, then continue my

I find her bud, still sheathed, waiting for me. The unfurling seam of her

strains wider, raising herself on the

heating further. And, already fragrant, her perfume grows

lips with paired thumbs, I open her and plunging my tongue in deep, I revel in the

tongue, every suck of my lips. She grows louder, the shiver of her flesh growing to a tremble, then

as I return

“Oh… God…”

back the sheath with a fingertip, exposing the tiny thing, I

I wind the tip of my tongue around her pearl; tiny circles that nudge and

against me, and I plant my hands under her hips, pinning her as

stilling against me, save for a pulsating resonance that grows by the second

She howls…

arched thighs and hips and spine,

her climax gallops through muscle and bone, spilling against my chin and neck and

tease at her sweet

Stop…” She’s calling and

kneeling up, resting my hands on her inner thighs. Her smile is broad, her eyes… those wonderful green eyes…

“Good?” I ask.

“Oh, God, yes.”

smile turns impish. “I think that makes it

can

fades, her eyes fixing on me as I move to cover her, as she moves to