I ran after them, naked except for my apron, trying to get Simon to slow down, but with those ten claws digging deeper in, he continued running
from room to room.
The irony that Simon was literal y trying to run away from pussy was not lost on me.
If I could have watched from outside, rather than being involved, I would have peed myself. As it was, I was having a hard time stifling myself
listening to Simon’s screams. I real y must love him.
Final y, I backed them both into a corner, turned Simon around, resisted the urge to squeeze buns, and pried Clive loose. I quickly headed out
to the living room and deposited him on the sofa with a thunk, patting him on the head once as a thank you for the defense, unwarranted as it was.
Clive responded with a prideful meow and began licking his whiskers.
I went back into the kitchen to find Simon, stil huddled against the wal . I appraised him, his eyes wild as he leaned against the wal , wincing at
his back. My gaze was drawn lower. Unbelievable.
He
Was
Stil
Hard.
He saw my eyes travel down his body, reminiscent of the first time we met face to face. He nodded sheepishly.
“You’re stil hard,” I blurted, breathing heavily as I tried once more to untie my apron.
“Yeah.”
“That’s amazing.”
“You’re amazing.”
“Ah, fuck,” I huffed, giving up on the knot.
“Yes, please.”
I paused for a split second, then whirled the apron around to my back in one swift movement. I leaped across the room, my apron flying behind
me like a low-rider cape and crashed into him, driving him up against the wal as I assaulted him. He caught me as I wrapped around him like a
feisty blanket, kissing him furiously. My nails raked down his chest, and he gasped.
“Your back okay?” I asked between kisses.
“I’l live. Your cat, however…”
“He’s protective. He thought you were hurting Mommy.”
“Was I?”
“Oh no, quite the opposite.”
“Real y?”
“Hel yes,” I cried, sliding against him, manipulating my body against his, honey and sugar slick and gritty between us.
I dragged myself down his body, stopping to kiss the very tip of him. I pul ed him down onto the floor with me and flipped him onto his back so
quickly a puff of flour clouded the air. There, in the middle of the kitchen, naked with marmalade dotting my breasts, I straddled him. Raising up just
a little bit, I caught his hands and encouraged him to grab my hips.
“You’re gonna want to hold on for this,” I whispered, and sank down onto him. We both sighed at the same time, the feeling of him inside me
once more just amazing. I arched my back and flexed my hips experimental y…once…twice…a third time. It real y was true what they said about
riding a bike. My body remembered this just as quickly.
With my stupid apron riding bitch behind me, I began to move above Simon, feeling him move inside me, responding and rewarding, thrusting
and never relenting. Driving, pushing, we moved together—actual y even moving across the kitchen floor a little. He sat up underneath me, moving
deeper into me as I cried out. My hands were wild in his hair. It was standing straight up beneath my fingers as I took hold, anchoring myself as I
closed my eyes and began.
Began that long march to the edge of the cliff.
I could see the edge, high above the raging waters. As I peeked over the edge, I saw her. O. She waved at me, diving under and over the water
like a sexual porpoise. Crafty little bitch.
Simon was kissing my neck, licking and sucking my skin, making me insane.
I stuck one foot over the edge, pointing my toes directly at her, rol ing my ankle and waving little circles in the air in her direction.
Little circles.
I pushed Simon back onto the floor, grabbed his hand in mine, and brought it between my legs. I rode him hard, pressing my fingers against
his, my cries getting louder as we sped up our rocking, both of us, in tune and right there. Right there. Right, right, right…there…
“Caroline, Jesus, you…are…amazing…love…you…so…much…kil ing…me…”
And that’s the little extra I needed.
In my head, I took one step back, then dove. Not jumped. Dove. Executed a perfect swan dive, thank you very much, straight into the water.
Clean and true, I grabbed onto her and didn’t let go as I slipped into the water.
The O had returned.
White noise fil ed my ears as my toes and fingers got the news first. They tingled, tiny fizzles and sparks of energy spinning up and out, driving
through every nerve and every cel that had been starving for this for months. These cel s told other cel s, communicating to their sisters that