As though she thought she'd said enough, she didn't ask it.
Instead she kissed me again, her hands as busy as her tongue. She kneaded at my abs, working her wicked hands lower, undoing my slacks, freeing me.
She kept moving, poising herself over me, rubbing her wet sex against my cock in a way that she knew made me lose half my brain cells.
At least half.
She gave my lip one last drugging bite and pulled back to glance down at our bodies.
My head fell back, and I couldn't keep in an involuntary shudder.
I was half convinced she was just teasing me, that she'd leave me like this, high and dry (she'd done it before), but that was not what she did.
With excruciating slowness and utmost care, she impaled herself on me.
We didn't speak for a time, well, nothing coherent was said, at least, just a lot of calling out names and speaking to God.
And begging. There was definitely some begging going on.
I'll let you guess which one of us that was.
I lay back on my elbows, fists clenched, and watched through heavy lids as she rode me, languidly and thoroughly, all the while wondering if this was just some wonderful, torturous dream.
I didn't touch her, didn't trust myself to put my hands on her and not just come instantly. I didn't want this to be quick.
I wanted it to last. It was a fact that there was nothing else I'd rather be doing, for as long as I could possibly get away with doing it.
My head fell back again, eyes closing as pleasure washed over me in acutely heavy waves. I was so close, but trying my damnedest not to embarrass myself.
I wasn't succeeding, about a thrust away from losing the battle, when her voice broke through to me.
"What have you done, Dante?" Her voice was as silky as it was deadly. "What lies have you told? Where do they even begin?"
Every muscle in my body tensed.
She leaned forward and kissed me. Her mouth and her movements had almost made me forget her questions, or at least had me back to ignoring them, when she spoke again. "What have you been keeping from me?" came out between kisses.
I froze and almost pushed her off me, almost fled. But there was no running from this, or her. Not anymore.
Also, she started moving again, in earnest now, working herself on my length with quick, jerky motions that were guaranteed to get me off and fast.
I groaned out a protest. She was distracting me from her words on purpose, using a very sound method to switch my attention, and at first, I fought it.
But not for long. Not for more than a few seconds, if I were honest.
She knew what she was doing.
I jackknifed up, bear-hugging her to me as I started to come, pistoning my hips against her, face buried in her neck, as I let myself go.
I was still jerking inside of her, mid ejaculation, when she whispered against my ear, her voice filled with gentle malice, "What secrets are you holding trapped in that manipulative brain of yours?"
It was a sobering enough question that it probably should have stopped me in my tracks, if it were possible.
It probably wasn't. I kept her crushed against me as I rubbed out every last twitch.
Even with a heavy dose of trepidation mixed in, it was glorious.
She had to wriggle against me for a time before I'd let her loose. When I finally did, she shoved her hands against my shoulders, pushing away from me, drawing me out of her with one long, decisive pull.
I couldn't help it, I tilted my head down to watch.
I shuddered as I noticed the evidence of our passion on her thighs.
It was a sight to behold, if you're animal enough to like that sort of thing.
I certainly am.
She moved away from me without another word, striding naked into the bathroom.
I collapsed back on the couch, feeling exhaustion creep over me. I didn't even have the wherewithal to be worried just then. I was nothing but spent.
It seemed I blinked and she was out of the bathroom and dressed again, looking like she hadn't just rocked my world on her lunch break.
I rallied myself enough to speak up when I realized she was just going to leave. "Wait," I said weakly, barely keeping my eyes open. "You didn't answer my question.
She paused, eyeing me with spectacular detachment. "Did you answer any of mine? Goodbye, Dante. Don't be here when I come back."
"Can you wake me up at the soonest possible moment?" I murmured at the empty trailer about a second before I passed out.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love."
~William Shakespeare
PAST
SCARLETT
Weeks went by and there was no progress in the police investigation. No arrests were made.