Planning New Ground (an intermission)

[JackJonesHull]

(This continues, sort of, where On New Ground leaves off)

 

She sat there, by the window, as he slept. The road below almost empty of vehicles right now. His internal time clock had quickly reset back to UK time, despite the time spent travelling across the US. Hers persistently reminding her that this was the first time she’d been away from the Pacific North West for more than a week. It was about 2am beyond the window, the city and docks beyond almost asleep as he was.

 

Glancing around she noticed his bags lay open by her chair and a book was laying in the top of one. Reaching down she plucked it from its hiding place and investigated. Perhaps reading would lull her into sleep. It was entitled Original Skin, a detective story it appeared. She flipped it over to read the back:

 

“Simon Appleyard and Suzie Devlin are two pleasure seekers defined by their flamboyant tattoos. Their lust for life is matched only by their hunger for taboo pleasures - a lifestyle that has just made them the deadliest enemy imaginable.

DS Aector McAvoy has been a marked man all his life. A policeman with scars to his body and career, his fate will become linked with that of Simon and Suzie as ***fully and intricately as tattooed markings on virgin skin.”

Perhaps sleep could wait, this sounded interesting.

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He reached out in his half asleep curiosity. But the bed was otherwise empty. No squashed pillow where her head would have been, no ruffled covers where she had laid. More awake he mentally went through the usual checklist of who, where, what to make sure this wasn’t still a dream. Lifting his head he found her, curled in a chair by the one window, a book clasped in her hand as she devoured it.

“Good morning miss!” he murmured so as not to shock her.

She looked up and across at his half covered form on the bed. Holding up the book so he could see the cover she asked “This is set here?  These places are real places?”.

He nodded in the affirmative. “Yes, set here and the area. Those places are all close by and are very real!” Seeing the next question on her lips he continued. “Yes, the parking place is real, it’s even listed on some of the NSA sites online.”

Her slow smile, the one that could embarrass at a thousand metres, spread. Her eyes glistened in excitement. “Take me, I want to see. I want to go.” her expectations clear in her voice. “Get up and take me!” As she threw the book firmly at his head in encouragement.

He picked the book up as he rolled off the bed and moved towards her. “But first I need you to look at something for me!” He pointed out of the window. 

She unfolded from the chair and turned to look out at the daylight pouring in. Leaning on the windowsill she leaned forward for a better look. His left leg stopped just touching her.

“Can you see that?” The enquiry came.

Confused “What am I looking at exactly?” She ***red left and right wondering what she was missing. 

“When did the events in the book happen?” He asked. “Day or night?”

“The ones I liked were at night!” She confirmed

“If we did what you have in mind in daylight we'd get arrested.” He laughed.

“Spoilsport!” She chuckled in response.

But before she could turn and remonstrate she felt him uncover her and rub fingertips against where she had flushed at thoughts of night time pleasures. His other hand in the small of her back. She felt him move closer then fingertips replaced by his thickness nuzzling her lips. 

“Get up and take you was it? Are you sure?” As he pushed into her hungrily. Equally hungrily she pushed back, straightening her arms against the windowsill. His hand now moved from her lower back and was wrapped in her hair. The other hand on her hip, pulling her onto him. Grinding himself within her. Her hair like reins as he rode an unbroken wild creature.

She couldn't restrain herself as his cock repeatedly buried inside her, repeatedly rubbed within her, inflaming her. She became that wild creature. They became the feral beasts they all too regularly were. Give and take overtaking their bodies, instinct driving them on. Lost inside each other. Her hands slid up onto the window glass. He moved forward and lifting her up with every thrust. Until she was shuddering as orgasm struck with a ferocity unexpected. A cat-like sigh escaped and she sagged forward. He moved back to give her space but she reached back and grabbed his cock, pulling him back and lining it up a little higher.

“Gently” was all she said.

Still drenched from her he edged between her cheeks, her breath easing out in a slow long exhale, until he was pushed hard inside her held tight. She moved around him and he exploded as she knew he would. 

“Hmmm, much better!” She exclaimed.

She pushed him back and turned to look at him.

“Shower time and then Breakfast mister!” She laughed as she skipped towards the bathroom.

He looked after her with a strange smile upon his face. She would kill him or take him to places he dare not of dreamed of before they met.