Sex On The Edge

Her eyes were closed, lids concealing her vivid blue irises. Her mouth was slightly open left cheek resting on the white pillow. He watched her until he could no longer keep his own eyes open. The lids felt as if they were made of lead. He fought it until the last moment, not wanting to let go of the sublime beauty of her face.

At last his eyes closed and a dreamless sleep enveloped him.

 ~~~

Phil contemplated the suite, it was opulent, probably rather ostentatious, but they deserved it. He found himself wondering how it would feel to live in such luxury all the time. His musings were interrupted when he caught site of Tara in the doorway to the bathroom; It took his breath away. She was wearing a short silk nightdress. Silhouetted in the light behind her he could make out the muted curves of her hips. She walked towards him, hard nipples prominent through the fabric.

She pushed him back onto the bed and straddled his groin. Her naked pussy came to rest on his boxers that completely failed to conceal his hardening cock. She smiled as she felt the turgid member awaken underneath her, rubbing her mons back and forth across it.

She slid off the bed and yanked down his underwear, kneeling between his knees. He was almost fully hard now, the veins of his cock pulsing with life. Tara slid back his foreskin and lifted his member to her mouth. Her tongue traced every contour of his glans.

Phil’s hips rose from the bed, twitching involuntarily. She pulled away a little, toying with him, not allowing the head of his cock to enter her mouth. Tara slipped back onto the bed and threw her leg over his head, now astride his face. She lowered her wet lips onto his mouth and let him taste her. Phil’s tongue lapped at her labia, devouring her. His nose was full of her scent, face drenched in her wetness.

Tara stroked his hard cock slowly and firmly, occasionally licking his purple glans. Phil was coercing her clitoris into a frenzy, but she wanted him inside her. Tara rolled off him and on to her back, lifting her nightdress just a little to give Phil a tantalising view of her glistening lips.

He grabbed her ankles and spread them wide, then back towards her head, causing her hips to raise from the bed. It presented her swollen vulva and tight ass for him to inspect. His cock waved in from of him as he studied her waiting sex. He smiled and lowered her legs and releasing them, then guided his cock into her waiting pussy with one hand.

Her legs curled around his back, locking him to her. His balls banged against her ass, until they became so tight that they seemed to rise up inside him. Their arms encircled each other, scents and fluids mingled. Their moans merge into a single voice.

They felt so close. More so than ever before. There was no marathon love making, no multiple positions, no spankings, no props. This was where they belonged, right here, right now, locked in each others embrace.

That’s how they came, hot, fragrant and together. Her pussy grasping his cock as it pumped waves of semen deep inside her. He held her so hard he though she might break, but she had no complaints only tender words of love whispered fervently into his ear.

Exhausted, they slid under the sheets and fell under the spell of sleep with their limbs still entwined.

~~~

There was a knock at the door. Half asleep Phil stumbled out of bed and padded, bare foot across the carpet to answer it.

As he turned the lock the door was thrown open, knocking him to the ground. Tara screamed. He tried to get up but two pairs of strong hands grabbed his arms and forced him face down into the carpet.

A pair of highly polished, leather soled shoes crossed his field of vision. Their owner was unidentifiable because of the awkward angle of Phil’s head. Until he spoke. It was Thorne, Phil’s ex-boss.

“Tara!” said the voice. “You’re looking well.” His tone was light, verging on the jocular, but the undercurrent of venom soured the air between him and Tara.

There was the sound, of someone scrabbling in a drawer.

“Get away!” It was Tara’s voice, shrill and panicked.

“Threatening me with a nail file. That’s not nice.” There was a pause. “After all we meant to each other …”

“I meant nothing to you.” Tara spat the words at the owner of the voice.

“You’re probably right.” There was a laugh, a genuinely amused laugh. “No, no, you are right. But I meant something to you.”

“Then I grew up. Saw you for what you really are.”

“Hmm, what’s that then?”

“A fucking bastard!” said Tara. “If I meant so little to you why did you come after us? Why waste time on me when you could just move on to the next one.” Tara was right, he had young, ambitious girls queuing up to “accompany” him.

“Because I say when I’ve finished with you. Not you.”

There was a dull thud followed by a gasp from Tara.

“Put him on the bed.” Ordered Thorne.

Phil was thrown onto the bed next to Tara, he didn’t struggle, there were at least three of Thorne’s heavies in attendance, there was no point.

He lay on his side looking at Tara, a dark red stain spreading quickly across the red silk of her nightdress from the hole in her chest and a dark claret pool forming on the white cotton sheets.

Thorne spoke softly into Phil’s ear. He was close enough for Phil to feel his breath on the skin of his neck. “I trusted you with her.” Thorne paused. “Did you two really think you could get away? Was it worth it?”

Phil considered his reply. He laughed “Yes, more than you’ll ever know.”

Thorne drove the knife into Phil’s back severing his spine between the shoulder blades. The profanity and hatred spewing from Thorne’s mouth washed over Phil and could not puncture the bubble that now enclosed him and Tara. He was vaguely aware of the impacts as Thorne stabbed him again and again, but felt no pain.

Then they were alone, together, at last.

Her eyes were closed, lids concealing her vivid blue irises. Her mouth was slightly open, left cheek resting on the white pillow. He watched her until he could no longer keep his own eyes open. The lids felt as if they were made of lead. He fought it until the last moment, not wanting to let go of the sublime beauty of her face.

At last his eyes closed and a dreamless sleep enveloped him.