Alien in the House

Chapter 44



WE STARTED GETTING UNDRESSED, rather slowly. Not doing sexy undressing so much as helping each other get our clothes off in a relaxed manner.

I could have wallowed in feelings of guilt or remorse, but reality said that I’d have plenty of time for that tomorrow. Right now, being with my husband in a safe, intimate way seemed like the best idea in the world.

As I hung our coats up, I noted that there was a fedora hanging in the closet. “Huh, the Elves seem to think you’re going to need headgear tomorrow.”

“I don’t wear hats.”

“Oh, don’t be a baby, try it on.”

“No.”

“Yes.” I was now used to dealing with a little girl who already had opinions about her clothing. I put it on his head and took a good look. And kept on looking. “Um, wow. Keep it on.”

“You like it?”

“Keep it on in bed.”

Jeff looked at himself in the mirror. “Why?”

“Um, ’cause you look even hotter in the fedora, if such is possible to believe.” Handed him his trench. “Put the coat back on.”

“I swore to James we weren’t leaving our rooms, let alone the Embassy.”

“Am I wearing an emotional blocker?”

“No.”

“Then pay attention and put the coat on.”

He did with an embarrassed little smile. “Okay. So?”

“So, um, wow. Jeff, this is an amazingly good look on you. Like GQ cover model good. Like, never take this stuff off good.”

Apparently Jeff was finally paying emotional attention again, because he started to blush. “It’s just a coat and hat,” he mumbled, though he looked pleased as well as embarrassed. “I’ve worn a coat before.”

“Yeah, and you look great in them. But this one’s different.” Possibly because of the hat. Because I’d seen Jeff in the standard-issue trench before. Heck, I had one, too, albeit the girl version. On the roof earlier he’d looked totally hot, but I knew some of that reaction was because I hadn’t seen him in a coat in a while.

But right now there was definitely something more electric about how he looked. Had to be the hat and trench combo. Resolved to ensure he wore this every single day, even in the summer.

“I don’t get why you like this so much.”

“Did you like my wedding dress?”

“Yeah,” he purred.

“Remember how much I loved you in your wedding tux?” He grinned. “Then consider this the everyday alternative.”

“Who knew you were this easy to please?”

“If anyone should, it would be you. Besides, I’m picky. I only take the hottest guy in the world to bed.”

Jeff grinned again, and turned me around so he could unzip my dress. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“As long as it gets me in bed with you still dressed like this, I’ll flatter ’til the cows come home.”

Jeff insisted my dress wasn’t ruined for life, so I tossed it into the hamper instead of the trash. The Elves had saved worse, after all. Besides, I no longer cared. I had a living fantasy to get back to.

I was still in my bra, underwear, and thigh-highs. Jeff picked me up before I took any of them off. “If I’m staying dressed, you’re at least staying partially dressed,” he said, right before he kissed me. “At least for a few minutes.”

Couldn’t have told anyone where this particular fantasy came from, but it was incredibly hot to be mostly undressed while Jeff was more dressed than normal. Maybe it was a holdover from our wedding night. Chose not to question because questioning would mean talking and I had other things I wanted our mouths doing.

We were alone in our huge apartment, but we didn’t move out of the closet. Of course, our closet was humongous, but that wasn’t the point. Jeff shoved our clothes over and then shoved us up against the wall while I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Mmmm,” he growled as he moved his mouth to my neck. “What’s a naughty girl like you doing in a place like this?”

“Ahhh.” Hey, it was hard for me to talk when Jeff was on my main erogenous zone.

“You’re a spy, aren’t you?” he asked with a chuckle that sent sexual shivers through me. “You need to be interrogated.” One hand was cupping my behind, keeping me up. The other one was toying with the other side of my neck.

“I’ll never tell,” I managed to gasp out, as Jeff’s hand started to slide down my chest. He flicked my bra open with one well-practiced movement, then began playing with my nipples. In about three seconds my hips were thrusting against him.

He ground against me, making me moan. He was rock hard, and as he rubbed against me, tongue flicking all over my neck, while his fingers played with my breasts, I locked my legs around him and squeezed. He thrust against me again and an orgasm hit.

“See?” he said as my wailing died down. “I have ways of making you talk.” He bit my neck gently and his fingers brushed the skin on my stomach.

Sometimes I couldn’t maintain the sex play for even a couple minutes before I was at the begging point. Usually, by the time the first orgasm hit I wasn’t able to do much more than ask for more of them. But today had been long and eventful and full of bad things, and all I wanted was to be taken away to someplace where only fun, sexy things happened.

“I’ll resist.” Three syllables was my resisting.

“Will you really?” Jeff said, as his fingers slid under my panties. “We’ll see about that.”

I gasped as his fingers slid in and over me. He was an expert with this move, and started building me up again almost immediately. I grabbed his face and kissed him, all without losing hold with my legs or knocking his hat off.

Jeff kissed me back deeply and his tongue and fingers occupied so much of my attention that I didn’t realize we’d left the closet until he put me down on our bed.

He removed my panties as he straightened up. “Now let’s see you resist.”

It was difficult because he looked incredibly sexy, like a gorgeous superspy or film noir detective. Maybe that was what I liked about the fedora and coat. Decided I was thinking far too much, as I sat up, grabbed him by the coat, and pulled him on top of me.

“Maybe you’ll be the one answering the questions,” I said as I nipped his ear.

He grabbed my hands and held them up over my head in one of his. The other hand went back to work on my breasts. “Tell me what organization you belong to,” Jeff said with a wicked grin. “Or I’ll take whatever I want.”

“Do your worst, I’ll never tell.”

“If you insist.” He grabbed my wrists with both hands again, only now he moved my arms so that he had my hands held on the bed next to my hips. “Last chance to tell.”

I knew where he was heading and even if I’d really been trying to keep a secret from him, I’d certainly never share it at this moment. “Never.”

Jeff chuckled as he knelt by the bed. “Then I’ll have to make you talk,” he said against my inner thighs.

Couldn’t tell you what it looked like, him down there fully dressed, because the moment his mouth was on me my head was back and I was too busy moaning to look at anything other than fireworks going off behind my eyes.

As with everything else related to the bedroom, Jeff was an expert at this, and within moments his lips, tongue, and teeth had me wailing out a symphony of sound. None of it was coherent, but then again, I got my point—do it some more, don’t stop, oh God that’s so good—across anyway.

Jeff let go of my wrists and slid his hands up to my breasts. This was the last straw, and I went over the edge. A huge orgasm crashed over me and my entire body bucked.

As my body quieted, he stood up and undid his pants. I moaned. Sure, I’d just had two great orgasms. But the ones where he was inside me were always better. The jungle cat look was on his face again as he slid into me and my legs wrapped around him again automatically. “Tell me what I want to hear,” he growled.

“Never,” I gasped out, as he thrust into me, each movement deep and rhythmic. My hips moved in time with him, keeping up as he started to go faster. My hands clutched at his chest and I had to keep myself from ripping his clothes apart or off.

He kept up the growling questions and I managed to keep on saying I’d never tell, as our movements got faster and more frenetic.

“Who do you belong to?” he asked, as I got nearer and nearer to the edge.

“No one.”

“Wrong answer.” Jeff slammed into me and I moaned. The feel of him inside me and his clothes against my bare skin was highly erotic. Huge orgasm had just a little while ago or not, I was building up fast. “Tell me,” he purred against my neck.

“Oh . . . God . . . Jeff . . .”

“That’s the right answer.” He kissed me and it was deep, strong, wild. My arms wrapped around him as he thrust even harder and I climaxed again. Jeff growled into our kiss as he joined me. As always, this made my climax spike in time with him, and our bodies shook together for a good, long time.

Finally our bodies quieted and Jeff kissed me again. “You fought a good fight.”

“Oh, I can fight more.” I nuzzled into his neck. “If you make it worth my while.”

He leaned up on his arms. “Do I get to get undressed?”

I laughed. “One piece of clothing at a time.”

“When does the hat come off?”

My turn to do a wicked grin. “Last.”