'Til death do you part...

[DeliciousMaiden]

Jessie Clarke

“You like to play, don’t you?”

Jessie shook her head urgently and tired to move away.
She wriggled trying to evade the grip of his arms, but knew it was useless.

“I can play too, you know,”

She squealed his name as he began to tickle her.

“Matt! Stop!”

She called urgently, her body quivering as he teased her.

“Ah, but you are a ticklish one!”

She tried to fight him, tried to keep his hands off her body, but that just made it worse. She squirmed and giggled and struggled feeling herself pinned against him. Somehow his hands seemed to be flying all over her body making her weak with helpless laughter as she squealed at him to stop and found herself even more at his mercy.

“Mmm!”

The deeply resonant sound purred down her ear even as his fingers moved to her neck and ear. She gasped breathlessly at the shiver that ran through her core and then moved more urgently as he continued his attack.

“Matt! Matt! Please! Stop!”

So sensitive was she now, she pleaded and squealed for him to release her.

“Pleeeeaaaaasssseee, stop it!”

As soon as he released her, Jessie moved away quickly making sure she was beyond his reach. Her clothes were dishevelled, her hair mussed up her cheeks glowing. She stood breathless, her body still quivering with sensitivity.

“You are very bad,”

She responded shakily, a wide smile on her lips.

“All I was trying to do was wash up the dishes.”

She looked up at him through hooded lashes, her expression demure apart from a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

“And all I was trying to do was obey Newton’s laws.
You know, the old ‘for every action there is an equal reaction’ law.”

Jessie shook her head pretending not to understand his implication that she had wet him deliberately.

“Science wasn’t exactly my specialty in school,”

Again she moved to the sink, keeping a wary eye on Matt.

“Oh, really?”

She nodded and turned to wash up once more.

The feel of his hands moving to tickle her under her arms took her completely by surprise.

“You bastard!”

She exclaimed uncharacteristically, trying to curl up to protect herself.

“Stop it! Matt! Pleeeeeaassee, stop it!”

Her screams filled the kitchen as did her helpless giggles.
Her cries only grew more urgent as Matt drew her against his body and began to tease her neck and ear again.

“Stop it! Stop it, right now! Matt! Matt!”

She squirmed and tussled trying to catch his hand, his arm, trying to evade his tormenting touch.
She panted breathlessly as they duelled until finally she found herself face to face with him, their eyes locking suddenly as they froze.

Her chest was still heaving, her cheeks flushed but she merely stared silently before managing to state softly.

“You are a bad man. Very bad.”

Even to her own ears, her voice sounded shaky.

“And you just seem to bring it out in me, Jess,”

Jess licked her lips nervously at Matt’s gentle response.
Her heart was hammering like crazy.
She had to move away … somehow …

“We should um, … finish up here so we can … uh, change out of these wet things,”

Looking down she saw what a state she was in, but made no move to pull away.

“Yes, we should, Jess,”

Jess nodded, catching her breath through parted lips.

“Yes … yes … we should … dirty dishes … uh … don’t wash themselves,”

They shared a smile at the pathetic cliché, Jessie’s body achingly aware of Matt’s as he held her against him, his touch seeming to brand her flesh once more.
Then as one, they parted and began to tidy the kitchen.
Jessie avoided Matt’s eye, keeping busy, trying to let the heated throb of her body cool and still.

“I think I’ve made such a mess of myself that I’m going to jump in the shower before bed,”

That would give her some space … Jess thought automatically as she responded with a casual.


“Okay,”

She watched him move through the kitchen and on to his room, wondering how it was that she still reacted to him, even after that afternoon …
How was it that they seemed so drawn to each other?
Surely she had not imagined the way he had looked at her, touched her …
Exasperated, Jessie turned to finish up in the kitchen.

Keeping herself busy, Jessie moved into the front room and tidied around.
She glanced down at the sofa and thought back to what had happened that afternoon.
She shook her head.
It was all beyond her comprehension.
What was happening to her?
She had never felt like this … responded like this …
Poor Matt … perhaps he was just being kind … perhaps it was she who always set him off … she who was responsible … after all he was a young single man … ummmm …
She stopped short finding her thoughts drifting as she remembered what Matt’s hands felt like on her body, his tongue, how his body quivered under her fingers, how he tasted, how he …

coffee!!!

She decided suddenly and bolted to the kitchen to make ready and then flick on the machine.
She had to distract her mind, she told herself.
This was getting silly!
She shook her head incredulously as she watched the water bubbling away.
Ok… she would go and call Matt.
She would tell him that there would be coffee awaiting him when he was through showering.
The evening would be nice and calm and …
She took a deep breath and with fresh resolve, headed down the hallway to the bathroom.

As she got to the room, Jessie found the door was open.
She hesitated, wondering if he had gone to his room.
She had assumed he had finished in the bathroom, but then re realised that the water was still running.

Jessie eased a bit closer and opened her mouth to call to him …
Instead it merely dropped open at the sight of his naked body outlined in the steamy shower.
Her mouth sounded a silent ”Ohhh..”
It wasn’t just that he was naked it was that …
No … surely he wasn’t… he couldn’t be …
She blinked and moved closer unable to believe what she thought she was seeing.

But yes, there he was, his naked body pressing against the cubicle.
His hand was clearly going to his cock.
Jessie blushed as she saw him stroking himself.
This was not her business.
He was in his own house, his own shower.
She would simply leave and …

“Jess,”

She looked up guiltily sure that he had realised that she was in the room, but as she threw an anxious look in his direction, she saw that he was still stroking his cock, his eyes tightly closed.

“Oh, Jess! Sweet Jessie!”

She could not mistake the tone of his voice, the way he called out her name.
She watched mesmerised as he worked his cock.
She watched it throb, could clearly see what he was imagining.
And imagining with her!
To see him so aroused fantasising about her made Jessie moan softly as she watched.
This was not helping her resist her earlier thoughts!

As she watched, one thing became clear:
She had not started this … Matt was truly attracted to her it seemed.
But if he wanted her like that, why hadn’t he …?
But again she knew the answer to that.
Timing.
Fantasies were harmless, but reality …

She began to back away, hearing his groans deepen knowing he was approaching his climax.
She was fascinated and yet she did not want to see … did she?
She hesitated for too long…
She knew his climax was fast approaching and yet she did not flee.
She stood silently as she heard him exclaim and saw his cock pulse as he came with a deep groan.

Realising once more, how great an intrusion this was, Jess moved quickly out of the bathroom, knocking over the toiletries perched on the side as she beat a hasty exit.
But she did not stop. She kept running.
Rather than go to the kitchen, she took refuge in her room, sitting on her bed.
She realised her cheeks were flaming and she was almost as breathless as when Matt had tickled her, as when Matt and she had been on the sofa that afternoon.

”Ohhh God… “

She murmured softly replaying the blurred image of Matt getting himself off in the shower.
She was surprised … she had been shocked … but more than that … the whole sight had made her body ache for him all the more!

 

[Miltone]

Matthew Burton

He imagined Jessie lying before him, her legs in the air, her sweet body beckoning him. In the fire of his imagination he pictured her admitting him, letting him wildly penetrate her hot steamy depths again and again. In his mind, Matt was not in the shower and it was not his hand but her wet luscious body that enveloped his long hard cock; they were not in the bath or on the couch but in a bedroom, a romantic place with silken sheets and lush draperies and a warm gentle breeze caressing them.

“Jess! Oh, Jess!” he moaned, imagining her on her hands and knees, wiggling her gorgeous ass, crying out with pleasure as he took her again, this time harder and faster. “Uhhhnnn!” he moaned, sensing the pleasure that was spreading between them. He could hear her calling to him, her voice sighing his name; he could feel her body responding to him, her energy driving him mad with passion.

Matt was so close, his fantasy grew heated and intense. She was all over him, riding atop him wildly, spooning beside him, then on her back again, begging him to cum with her. And he felt his release surge up, burning its way out through his body. “Ahhhnnn!” he cried out loudly. In his mind, he felt his cum shoot deeply into her pussy, out onto her belly, across her lovely breasts, with the last drops taken by her willing mouth, sucking him dry, her tongue licking him clean. And he felt her arms encircle him and the crush of their bodies as they embraced, becoming one.

Then a clatter outside the shower rattled his reverie and Matt was suddenly made aware that he was in the shower, the hot water now running low, and he blinked his eyes as he glanced about. Must have been Jessie in the kitchen putting the pots and pans away. The reality of his situation settled in. Just this afternoon he was at the threshold of this fantasy, and now here he was, beating off to a lurid daydream. He felt a bit embarrassed, but was glad for the release of tension. Yet his body still tingled with a strange feeling, as if he had been with her, sharing the sensation together.

After toweling off, Matt slipped into his baggy pajama pants and pulled on an athletic shirt. He noticed that a couple of his collection of aftershave and cologne bottles were knocked over. Funny, he normally kept a tidy room. Oh, well. He shaved his face and made his way toward his room. Passing by Jessie’s room he heard her voice and looked up to glance in the open door. She was seated at the edge of the bed, leaning back, her hands on the bed, her face flushed and glistening and her eyes large.

“I’m … um, done in the shower, Jess, if you need to use the bathroom,” he said.

Jessie seemed to jump when she looked up to see him standing there.

“Oh … okay …” she replied.

The sight of her on the bed sent a twinge of excitement through Matt. Her legs were spread just a bit, her skirt was riding up her thighs, her shoulders were pulled back. Her blouse was starting to dry, yet remained translucent enough to show off nicely the supple curves of her breasts and the pair of sharp points formed by her nipples. Here he had just finished masturbating to a wicked mental image of her, and now he was responding to the real girl just as intensely.

“Are you all right, Jess?” he asked, moving through the open doorway. Matt was suddenly aware of her eyes dropping down to just south of his waistline and he realized that his formerly sated and flaccid cock was becoming erect again and was visible through his pajamas. He grew embarrassed and folded his hands over his erection and turned to the side. He moved over to the side of the dresser so he could hide his arousal.

“Yes … I’m fine,” she answered, bringing her knees together and folding her arms over her chest. Jessie looked tentative and flushed, almost as if pulling back from his presence.

“Say, I was, um … wondering if you’d be interested in watching the other movie?” Matt asked, looking away from the desirable young woman sitting on the in the hope that his arousal would fade. “Bridget Jones Diary? What do you say.”

“All right,” Jessie said. “Why don’t you go get it started and I’ll be right out?”

“Okay,” Matt replied. He felt awkward and ungainly. There was something in the way she watched him as he excused himself. Had she been the one to tip over the cologne bottles? Then she would have seen him … he felt doubly embarrassed and realized that was what had caused her to act so strangely. He almost considered calling it off and going to bed, but took a deep breath and walked to the living room to set the home theatre system up. As he waited for Jessie, he took a seat on the recliner instead of the sofa, figuring that she would feel more comfortable sitting by herself. Whatever they had been about to explore and share that afternoon was certainly gone now. Why had he spoiled this? Why did he always end up doing something to mess things up? Maybe Allison was right; maybe he was just destined to screw things up! As the music played softly while the menu screen was displayed, Matt sat and chuckled at himself and waited for Jessie.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Jessie Clarke

“I’m … um, done in the shower, Jess, if you need to use the bathroom,”

Matt’s voice drew her eyes to the door.
She had not heard him leave the bathroom, so preoccupied had she been.

“Oh … okay …”

Jessie forced hoping her voice sounded more “normal” to him than it did to her.

“Are you all right, Jess?”

Damn. She hadn’t managed to carry it off.
She watched him move nearer, her eyes drawn to his crotch remembering how hard, how long, how …
She was sure she saw him harden once again and dropped her eyes quickly to the floor as he moved to her side.

“Yes … I’m fine,”

She almost curled herself up drawing back from him not wanting him to discover how she had watched him, how it had made her feel.

“Say, I was, um … wondering if you’d be interested in watching the other movie?
Bridget Jones Diary? What do you say.”

Jessie nodded. Anything for a distraction.

“All right. Why don’t you go get it started and I’ll be right out?”

She raised her eyes to his seeing his friendly smiling expression and just a hint of concern in his eyes as he agreed and turned towards the living room to ready the movie.
Matt obviously had no idea, no idea that she had witnessed his orgasm … heard him murmuring her name …
She stood and paced the room trying to get her composure.
Surely she could just continue as normal?
After all it was none of her business …
Suddenly impatient with herself she stood and moved to the door.
She moved swiftly to the living room, hesitating only fractionally at the door way as she saw Joe sat on the recliner and the sofa free.
She moved without comment into the room and sat on the sofa. She sat at the opposite end to the one she had sat that afternoon with Matt, the end that was furthest from him.
They exchanged a smile, hers being slightly forced and then turned their heads to watch the credits and the opening song roll before them.

Jessie glanced over at Matt and then back at the scene.
She curled up, her feet tucked beneath her, her head on the cushion on the sofa arm. She looked relaxed, but her mind raced replaying the events of the day and finally closing her eyes and trying to ignore the frustration she felt as her body ached to be touched to be …

”… Jessie … “

Her name drew her attention. She had missed what he said to her. She smiled with forced brightness at him.

”Sorry … I missed that … busy watching … “

She waved towards the screen, unaware that she had been staring in the opposite direction since the film started.

 

[Miltone]

Matthew Burton

“Busy watching what?” Matt asked, smiling. He could see that she was lost in thought and her eyes had been focusing on something far and away from the movie.

“The, um … movie … what else?”

“Liar!” he teased.

“Am not!” Jessie protested.

“Are too!” he replied. Matt could see her face become flushed and he was drawn toward her. He slipped from the chair and moved toward the sofa, coming to kneel beside her. “Do I have to perform my famous tickle torture to wrestle it from you? You’re already aware of that technique …”

Obviously remembering their previous encounter earlier in the kitchen, Jessie put out her hands protectively as he reached toward her, grasping his wrists preemptively. Her dark green eyes flickered luminously at him focusing on the expression occupying his face. His mouth opened to speak but he didn’t say a word. As she held off his playful advance, even though he wanted to touch her, Matt yielded and let her move his hands safely away from the sensitive parts of her body. He could feel his emotions stirring as his desire for her simmering once again.

“Matt?” she spoke softly but directly, her eyes focused squarely on his. “What do you think of me?”

“What?”

“What do you think of me … do you like me … do you really find me desirable like you say … did you really want to make love to me this afternoon?”

“Well, yes,” Matt answered, sitting now on the floor a safe distance from her. “Yes to all of those. I mean, it’s pretty hard to hide the … um … obvious response I have to seeing you sometimes.”

Jessie smiled warmly. “So does the sight of me turn you on?”

“Umm,” Matt moaned and looked down at his lap where his cock still lay throbbing. “Very much.”

“What about the thought of being with me … physically? Does that really turn you on?”

Suddenly Matt realized what had happened. She must have seen him in the shower, she must have heard him calling her name, and she must have been the one who knocked the toiletry bottles over.

“Oh, my god!” he said, feeling the warm flush of embarrassment consume his face and neck. He put his hand to his mouth. “Oh jeez … did you … me … oh, shit! I’m sorry, Jess.” Matt turned away from the sofa placing his back toward her.

“No, wait, Matt,” Jessie called out, reaching toward him, her hands grasping at his shoulders. “I didn’t mean to watch … I didn’t expect to see you like that but it … you … I … couldn’t turn away …”

“I just … I remembered this afternoon … how close we were … how much you had turned me on …” Matt stumbled over his words, trying to find the right ones. He could feel her hands warmly resting on his shoulders, her fingers gripping him lightly. “Ever since we met, I’ve felt something about you … something special … I don’t know what it’s all about or why … but I want to protect you … to help you … I don’t want my own base desires to upset you … with all of that building up inside me, I had to let it out … the image of what we might have done had the phone not rang just consumed me … all I could think about was how wonderful it would be to make love to you … what a terrific lover you would be … how much I wanted to …”

Matt turned around toward Jessie and reached for her hand nearest his face. He took it up, caressing the soft skin on the back of her hand before leading it toward his lips for a kiss.

“Jess, you are the most beautiful, most desirable woman I’ve ever met,” he said kissing her hand again. “Just the least little look from you or the sound of your laugh or the touch of your hand stirs a craving deep inside me … it’s like all the passion that has been missing in my life lately comes surging up.” Matt caressed the soft plush backside of her hand. He looked into her eyes hoping to see some recognition on her part of the emotions that were tumbling around inside him. “But with all that’s going on in your life, it’s like the timing isn’t quite right to express these feelings … do you know what I mean? Does any of this make sense at all?”

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Jessie Clarke

“Busy watching what?”

Jessie met his eyes and stammered a reply.

“The, um … movie … what else?”

He couldn’t read her thoughts thank God. He couldn’t know.

“Liar!”

His voice was gentle, teasing, but he did not believe her.

“Am not!”

Jessie made a quick reply. This was a conversation she didn’t want to have … wasn’t ready to have.

“Are too!”

He was still teasing, but he wouldn’t let it drop.
Jessie pulled her eyes away from his and blushed.
If she admitted that she was distracted … then she would have to fabricate some explanation as to why and then …

“Do I have to perform my famous tickle torture to wrestle it from you? You’re already aware of that technique …”

Jess lifted her head to see Matt kneeling beside her, his eyes searching hers.
She threw out her hands to keep him at a distance, her fingers encircling his wrists as she shook her head.
He was close to her … too close …
Her body still ached for him … but … she had to keep her distance from him now, she had decided.
They had gotten too close once.
He had wanted her … then he hadn’t … and then …
She just didn’t understand.
She raised her head and met his eyes.
It was tormenting her … she had to know …

“Matt? What do you think of me?”

Her eyes met his directly. She saw him become serious as he replied.

“What?”

He was going to make her spell it out to him.
She took a deep breath and ignored the pink suffusing her cheeks as she asked the question that had been nagging at her since the episode on the sofa.

“What do you think of me … do you like me … do you really find me desirable like you say … did you really want to make love to me this afternoon?”

Her eyes watched his every expression, watched as he sat on the floor at her feet.

“Well, yes. Yes to all of those. I mean, it’s pretty hard to hide the … um … obvious response I have to seeing you sometimes.”

Jessie dropped her eyes and noticed the modest and yet noticeable bulge that had begun to grow, then met Matt’s eyes again.

“So does the sight of me turn you on?”

She insisted quietly.

“Umm …Very much.”

What drove her to continue questioning him she could not explain.
What did she want? Did she want him to say outright:
“I desire you and jack off at the thought of you”?
Still she continued to prompt him.

“What about the thought of being with me … physically?
Does that really turn you on?”

His eyes snapped up to hers, widening in alarm.
She watched his face flush crimson.

“Oh, my god!”

Jessie’s cheeks matched the hue of his.

“Oh jeez … did you … me … oh, shit! I’m sorry, Jess.”

She watched in horror as he turned away from her.
Again he was pushing her away.
Again he was refusing to face what had gone on between them.

“No, wait, Matt,”

By reflex, Jessie caught his shoulders and tried to make him face her.
She should have kept quiet.
She should have just … it was all her fault again.
It must be …

”I didn’t mean to watch … I didn’t expect to see you like that but it … you … I … couldn’t turn away …”

At last he turned back to her. Their eyes met.
Both of them seemingly as confused as the other.

“I just … I remembered this afternoon … how close we were … how much you had turned me on …
Ever since we met, I’ve felt something about you … something special … I don’t know what it’s all about or why … but I want to protect you … to help you … I don’t want my own base desires to upset you … with all of that building up inside me, I had to let it out … the image of what we might have done had the phone not rang just consumed me … all I could think about was how wonderful it would be to make love to you … what a terrific lover you would be … how much I wanted to …”

Jessie listened incredulously.
He had wanted her … he had only held off because he was protecting her … because the timing was wrong ... but …
He captured the hand that was still resting on his shoulder and kissed it tenderly.
Jessie shivered with the intensity of emotion and response.

“Jess, you are the most beautiful, most desirable woman I’ve ever met.
Just the least little look from you or the sound of your laugh or the touch of your hand stirs a craving deep inside me … it’s like all the passion that has been missing in my life lately comes surging up.”

The soft kisses, the caresses on her hand made Jess tremble.
She wasn’t desirable … or beautiful …
How could she make Matt react like that when … ?

“But with all that’s going on in your life, it’s like the timing isn’t quite right to express these feelings … do you know what I mean? Does any of this make sense at all?”

She nodded.

”Timing … yes … “

She whispered.

”But … I wanted … for the first time in my life I needed … “

She stopped short and bit her lip, shaking her head.
No. She couldn’t tell him that.

”Then … when I saw you … in the shower …
I didn’t understand why you would do that … when you knew that you could have done that … for real …”

She flushed scarlet and tried to pull back on the sofa, but Matt still held her hand, his grip gentle, but firm.
She let her eyes meet his once more, the expression troubled … confused …

”But what you said … about … about me being … desirable … the missing passion … that … that can’t be right …”

She was shaking her head as she spoke almost to herself.
Matt began to protest, but she spoke over him.

”Noo … it can’t be … Eric … “

She pulled her eyes away from his and focused on her lap.
Matt watched her downcast eyes, but she would not meet his gaze.
Instead she watched the free hand fidgeting in agitation as she continued.

”Eric … I was never enough for him … he used to … to … “

She couldn’t say the word, but she felt Matt nod, showing her he understood.

”He used to tell me … used to say he needed his porn … his magazines … videos … whatever he stashed in his study … websites too I guess … he needed that to get him in the mood … he’d do that before … before approaching me … sometimes he’d use me as the warm up … and then to get what he called a “real hard cum” he’d go jack off to his … “

She halted suddenly. She took a deep steadying breath.

”But … I didn’t mind … it kept him away from me more often … stopped him … “

Again she stopped and shook her head.
If Matt knew how Eric had treated her, he wouldn’t find her as desirable.
She wouldn’t lie to him if he asked, but that wasn’t what she wanted to tell him first.

”When I saw you … in the shower … “

She raised her eyes and met his finally.

”I thought … I thought that like Eric … I hadn’t been enough … that … “

Tears brimmed over and she dashed a free hand quickly and continued.

”But then … then you called my name … and … “

She smiled tremulously.

”God Matt … you have no idea how that felt … to know that it was me … the idea of me … that had made you feel like that … “

She was looking at him earnestly now.
Did he understand at all what she was trying to say?

”The sight of you … doing that thinking of me …
God … I wanted you before that but … I couldn’t believe how much that turned me on … “

She had been shocked by her own reactions.
What Eric had done always repulsed her and made her fearful.
Fearful because once aroused, Eric just took what he wanted from her.
Her co-operation and needs had become irrelevant to him in the last year.
How would Matt feel about her if he knew how Eric had abused her.
Perhaps he would be revolted … but as she looked over at him now she realised that it was most likely that the reverse would be true.

She smiled hesitantly and whispered shyly.

”I only wish it had been real … that we really had made love … “

 

[Miltone]

Matthew Burton

Matt’s mind was swirling with emotion as Jessie’s words reached deep inside him; he wanted to say something but words escaped him; he felt embarrassed and ashamed of his selfish act in the shower; he felt a strong deepening attraction to the pretty woman lying on the sofa beside him; he felt revulsion and disgust at the thought of her husband abusing her for his own strange purposes; he wanted to reach out to her, to help her realize what a beautiful and desirable woman she truly was.

Still holding her hand in his as she lie on her side, Matt wanted very much to kiss her and the part of her nearest him was her bare legs. His lips brushed against her knee and sought out the soft sleek flesh of her thigh. Jessie sighed and stretched her legs out as she pulled him toward her. Matt’s free hand moved up the back of her leg as he rose up to kneel beside her. She giggled as his tongue and kisses flirted with the smooth tender skin of her inner thigh. The scent of her womanhood nestled in the folds of her shorts was intoxicating and brought a growl to his throat.

“Matt …” she called out softly, her hand reaching for his chin and lifting his face from her.

As Jessie drew his face toward hers, Matt saw the delectable sight of her midriff and darted his mouth down to kiss and lick her navel. For a moment she moaned and arched her back. Matt’s hand traveled up the back of her leg and cupped the sweet curve of her ass.

“Matthew …” she sighed, reaching down to grasp his face with both hands, her warm palms cradling his flushed cheeks. She pulled at him again, guiding him up toward her face, her lips invitingly damp and parted.

“Jess,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the soundtrack of the movie, now playing on but ignored at this moment. He knew that they had talked about timing and he knew that there was much unsettled about her life, having just lost her husband in such a violent bloody fashion. But he felt for her … he felt for her … the exact nature of the feelings he was unsure. “Jess, I want to make you feel cherished and wanted … I want to worship your beauty … to make you feel like the gorgeous and sexy woman that you are …”

Matt’s lips ducked down again this time into the cleft of her breasts seeking the warm valley exposed by the open vee of her blouse. He found the taste of her skin succulent and his tongue traced a languid path along the firm curve of her breast, his nose brushing away the fabric of her blouse and baring her more completely. Matt’s tongue circled her puckered aureole and then closed around her taut nipple, suckling it tenderly. He could feel her respond; he could see the blush of her arousal flooding her neck and chest. His hand moved up the supple curve of her back, his fingertips tracing her spine. Jessie lifted his head and looked at him with her dark green eyes heavy lidded.

“Oh, Matthew … don’t you think … ?”

“Think what?” he asked, his face now close to hers, his hand having finished its journey up along the curves of her body to come to rest on her face, stroking her soft rounded cheek. Their eyes were pulled together in a long deep magnetic gaze. There was nothing that she could ask that he would not do for her now willingly; to remain chaste and friendly or to make sweet passionate love; to stand by as a friend or become her lover; to hold her all night until sleep claimed her, to run out for her favorite flavor of ice cream, to do whatever she needed a man to do for her. “All … all I can think of is … is to do whatever you want … however you want … whenever you want …”

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Jessie Clarke

Jessie stared up breathless, her cheeks flaming after the confession that had somehow poured forth from her. She shivered as a soft kiss brushed her knee. Matt’s hand held hers, squeezing reassuringly even as his mouth eased upwards.

Jessie knew that she should pull away … that whatever they were starting was wrong … but … it felt so …right … She eased her legs free and felt his free hand graze her sensitive flesh.
Matt smiled, his eyes dancing, teasing. Jessie giggled at his turn to playfulness, yet could not hold back the shiver of response as she felt the hot breath of his mouth moving higher and higher until he was kissing her inner thigh.

His growl of arousal reminded her of his actions in the shower.

“Matt …”

Her protest was soft, but desperate.
Jessie knew if she let him continue to kiss her like that she would be lost … just as she had been this afternoon.

She let out a relieved sigh as Matt allowed her to guide his head away from her flesh.
And yet unguarded as Jessie was, the touch of Matt’s tongue as it darted into her naval made her moan.
The sensation of his lips as they suckled at her quivering flesh made her respond instinctively.
He gave her no time for thought.
His hand was running up her leg, to cup and mould her bottom pressing her closer to him.

“Matthew …”

Her voice was filled with impossible longing.
He allowed her to ease his face away from her sensitive abdomen and drew him upwards, her eyes searching his.

“Jess,”

His voice caressed her name, more intimately than the act in the shower.
Jessie felt a tremor run through her body as their gazes locked.

“Jess, I want to make you feel cherished and wanted … I want to worship your beauty … to make you feel like the gorgeous and sexy woman that you are …”

Jessie was stunned by the intensity of his words.
Even though she could not understand how Matt could feel that way about her … she knew he spoke the truth.

Again his mouth seemed desperate to taste her:
She clung to his neck as the hot breath caressed her breast.
Without knowing quite how, the fabric was pushed aside and Matt was dragging his tongue tantalisingly around her breast.
Jessie gasped, her head spinning.
She began to move her hands, intending to push him away, to stop the sensations she couldn’t fight, but then his mouth captured the taut nub of her nipple and she was lost.
The sensitivity was such that she felt a jolt running through her, a sharp sword of heat sliced down to the now fiery centre between her legs.

His hands … his lips … his mouth … every move was sensual, gentle, adoring … like nothing she had ever experienced before.

“Oh, Matthew … don’t you think … ?”

She tried to force them both to face the reality of their situation.

“Think what?”

Jessie gazed dazedly into his eyes.
The tender touch as he stroked her cheek made her quiver.
Yes she desired him … more than any man she had ever known, but it was so much more … the emotions … were so intense … she was at a loss how to deal with them.

“All … all I can think of is … is to do whatever you want … however you want … whenever you want …”

The statement was simple, but said it all.
He was offering her … everything …
Nothing existed for them beyond that moment in time.

Jessie raised her hand and touched Matt’s face, her hand unsteady as if she would break him; shatter the moment if she made a wrong move.

”I – I’m scared …”

The words took her by surprise.
Where had that come from?
She tried to lower her eyes, to hide from him, but a gentle forefinger on her cheek kept her eyes lifted towards him.

”With you … I feel so much … I want … “

She smiled feeling foolish, but saw Matt was watching her carefully, listening to every word, reading her every expression.

”I need you Matt …”

She told him simply.

Matt nodded, but made no comment, made no move.
Still he seemed to be watching for her lead.
Jessie took a steadying breath, her hand playing in his neck, wanting to touch him … to be held against him ... to …

Her eyes were wide and vulnerable as she whispered:

”Matt … can I share your bed tonight?”

She knew that she’d feel safe nestled beside Matt in his bed.

”Take me to bed, Matt?”

She repeated the husky plea.

 

[Miltone]

Matthew Burton

“So do I, Jess … so do I,” Matt replied. Still holding her hand he brought it to his lips again. “I can’t believe that if a man could make love to you for real that he would prefer a smutty magazine or a dirty movie or a porn website. You’re a lovely, sexy woman. I can only imagine how horrible that must have been for you, and then for me this afternoon to … to …”

Matt closed his eyes and remembered the scene; Jessie’s beautiful naked body willingly spread for him, his long hard cock primed and ready, the interruption of the phone call and subsequent shift in mood. He opened his eyes and looked into hers. Through the tears he could see the hurt and rejection of her past, but there was also passion and desire. Her past was behind her; she was in his company now, in his care for however long she needed him.

Was it possible that they could get that same feeling back, or create a new one, something better, something with a future, something that would let her know what a beautiful and desirable woman she was? He spoke softly and gently, his voice deep and sorrowful. “I’m so sorry for making you doubt my feelings for you, Jess. I feel for you, Jess, great and warm and wonderful things … I really do.”

Matt could see her lower lip tremble and her eyes tear up again. He reached to her face and caressed her cheek, his fingers brushing at her tears. She took his hand and held it to her face, then kissed his palm, her warm wet tongue tickling him as she pressed her mouth against him. Then she took his hand and pulled it down to her breast, slipping it underneath her blouse, cupping his fingers around her firm tender flesh.

He leaned forward and brought his lips toward hers. Her mouth looked temptingly delicious, her lips naturally rosy and inviting. He felt her warm breath wash over his face just as he brushed his lips against hers. Her eyes flickered closed as they kissed lightly; her hands reached for his head; her fingers wove their way into his hair. He felt heat and warmth building inside him as their lips pressed together and his hand explored the soft smooth and tender skin of her breast. He felt her moan when his fingertips circled her stiffening nipple.

Their kiss grew more heated and their tongues touched, igniting them both. Jessie’s fingers dug into the back of his neck; Matt’s hand scooped up her breast and squeezed it tenderly, his thumb and fingers toying with the taut nipple. When they came up to replenish their exhausted lungs, Jessie nibbled at his lower lip.

“Matt?” she asked in a soft voice. “Take me to your bed …”

Matt smiled and brushed his hand over her forehead and through her auburn hair. Slipping one hand underneath her shoulders and snaking the other one underneath her thighs, Matt scooped her up and staggered to his feet. Jessie laughed as she latched onto him, her hands locking together around his shoulders. Then he kissed her and carried her toward his room, pushing the door open with his foot and tottering toward the rumpled bed. Setting her down onto the sheets, he half fell onto her. Jessie cradled his face in her hands and guided his mouth toward hers.

They kissed long and hard but when her hands began to pull at his undershirt, Matt sat up in a crouch and pulled the shirt off over his head. Jessie’s fingers went to the knot of her blouse and untied it, spreading it open and baring her lovely firm breasts. Matt scrambled out of his pajama pants, glad to let his throbbing erection free. When Jessie felt for the snap and zipper of her skirt, Matt shuffled over toward the nightstand and switched off the telephone.

“No interruptions,” he said with a smile, looking back toward Jessie on the bed. She raised her hips up and Matt helped her out of her skirt, easing it down her long shapely legs. Then he drew his hands up over them, his fingers gliding up her calves, over her knees, and up the smooth silky skin of her inner thighs.

When his hands reached the moist warmth of her sex, Matt moved to kneel between the spread of her legs. Starting at her toes, Matt began to kiss her legs reverently, first the right then the left then back again. When his tongue or lips touched a sensitive part of her, Jessie would let out a soft little moan or whimper. Matt loved the taste of her body and the feel of her smooth velvety skin and the way she was growing aroused. As he moved from foot to calve to thigh, his passion grew hotter and his kisses became more ravenous. By the time he reached the top of her thighs, Jessie was grasping at the bedcovers, moaning and sighing madly. And when his tongue lapped gently at her dripping sex, he thought she would explode straight up from the bed. He took hold of her legs, holding them up and apart.

“Mmm,” he murmured as he kissed the folds of her sex. Then he licked her from the tight little rosebud of her ass up to the hard little nub of her clit that was still hiding beneath its hood. Matt kissed her there, sucking her up into his mouth, his tongue twirling around and around her tight button. He could feel her clamp her thighs tight against his face, and when his teeth grazed ever so lightly against her clit, Jessie grabbed at him, grasping his hair and holding his mouth and tongue fast against her, her voice calling out to him in a mad series of cries and sobs. As her body erupted with a flurry of tremors, Jessie pulled at him, yanking him away from her sodden sex.

Matt kissed his way up along her body as she tugged him upward, his lips and tongue weaving a trail from belly to navel to tummy to breasts to lips. She held fast to him and kissed him with a wild passion. Matt knew that her Eric, the late Eric, her abusive husband, had never made love to her like this, had never worshipped her body and certainly never tried to bring her the pleasure like he had just done. But he loved this and was not finished, yet.

Matt could see that her face and neck were flushed red and could feel her body tingling with a great arousal. Jessie had other ideas and pushed at him, rolling him onto his back. She straddled his thighs, her hands moving down over his chest, her long fingers feeling each curve and line of his physique. She smiled down at him, her lush green eyes heavy with desire. When her hands curled around his long hard cock, he closed his eyes and felt her stroke his full length.

“Oh, god, Jess! Yes!” he called out.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Jessie Clarke

Jessie wound her arms about Matt’s neck, his words filling her head.
He was scared too!
He had told her she was lovely … sexy …that nothing about her was dirty …
He had told her that he felt “great and warm and wonderful things” for her and the way he touched her …
Everything showed her how much he cared for her, valued her. She clung to him feeling the emotion welling up in her once more. No one had ever treated her like that!

Releasing her hold on him, she allowed Matt to deposit her upon his bed. It wasn’t neat and ordered; the sheets were tumbled, but this was his room, natural and full of his scent.
Not wanting him to move away from her, Jessie reached up to kiss him, drawing her down towards her.
The tenderness, the intensity made her mind swim.
Jessie reached out, her hands pulling at Matt’s shirt.
She wanted to feel him, close to her, his skin, his body.
She had never acted as boldly and as her fingers grazed his warm skin, she hesitated.
As if sensing her self-consciousness, Matt moved and swiftly pulled his shirt free of his body.
Her eyes widened taking in the sight of him.
She smiled reassured and moved to unknot her blouse and disposed of the garment quickly.
Opening her mouth to comment, Jessie closed it again.
Matt was stood his pyjama pants eased free of his groin and now was sporting an impressive erection.
Jessie took a steadying breath.
Yes she wanted him close, to be held by him, but looking at his iron shaft she knew she wanted more; she wanted to feel him inside her!

Her hands seemed to move automatically unfastening her skirt. She looked up as she saw Matt reach out to the phone.

“No interruptions,”

She nodded in answer to his smile and wordlessly raised her hips allowing Matt to pull her skirt free leaving her lying naked on his bed.
With a shy smile Jessie watched his eyes move over her torso, his expression admiring … appreciative …
The expression on his face alone made her body heat with an awareness and longing she had never known before.
Gently, almost reverently, Matt brought her body to life.
His hands moved awakening each nerve ending with infinite solicitude.
Her legs, her thighs, her sex throbbed with awareness and yet when he replaced that touch with his mouth and repeated the process with kisses and lips, Jessie felt as if she were melting and burning up all at once.

”Ohh… God … Ummm….”

Her skin was flushed from head to foot.
For the first time ever, Jessie let go of all doubts, all resistance and accepted the tender worship of her body.
The pace of Matt’s attentions increased steadily. J
essie found herself grasping mindlessly to the dishevelled sheets that bunched up around her.
It were as if she were riding a tumult of sensation and could only hold on and let the intensity of it wash over her.

”Ohh! God!!”

The exclamation was torn from her as her body spasmed in answer to the gentle stroking of his tongue on her sex.
She did not resist when he eased her legs upwards and parted them.
Never had she felt so exposed, so vulnerable and yet so safe!

Jessie’s head thrashed from side to side as control slipped from her.
His tongue was everywhere.
His mouth devoured her.
And she wanted him; wanted all he could give her.
Desperate and driven she reached out and grabbed at him.
Her hands were in his hair, holding him as she started riding his tongue.
Gasps and moans were torn from her as her mind swirled dizzily.
Rational thought had been left way behind and now her body eluded her control.
When it came her release was total.
With a final crescendo of cries, Jessie’s body reached its crest and came crashing down, free falling without a safety net…

A surge of emotion filled her. Tears pricked her eyes.
Matt had just given her a gift, so precious, so beyond any experience she had ever had.
She hauled him upwards and kissed him deeply.
Where words failed her, she knew her actions would enable him to understand.

Easing away from him breathlessly, Jess pushed him down into the bed and eased her body upwards, her legs moving across to straddle his thighs.
Her eyes danced with new found confidence.
She felt … free … from guilt, from self consciousness … from fear of disapproval …

Her fingers moved along Matt’s torso, exploring, stroking touching, as if discovering a male body for the first time.
Slowly she snaked a trail about his chest and downwards, grazing lightly, playing along his abdomen.
Smiling as she watched the ripple of response, she stroked the sensitive flesh about his belly button and watched in fascination as the skin rippled and hairs rose in goose flesh.
Unconsciously, she moaned softly and licked her lips … and then moved her hand downwards to his iron hard shaft.
Gently, reverently, her fingers curled around the thickness of Matt’s cock and squeezed, her eyes flying to his with a tender smile as she felt the throb of arousal.

“Oh, god, Jess! Yes!”

Encouraged, Jessie continued to stroke that erect member, her eyes darting between Matt’s face and the heavy shaft that seemed to grow with every touch.
She felt his hips begin to rock, heard the urgency of his cries and searched his eyes, marvelling at the desire, the need she aroused in him.

”God … Matt … “

She whispered overawed.
She wanted him.
She wanted to make him feel all that she had and more.
With a deft move, Jessie released Matt’s cock and watched it spring outwards almost at right angles to his body.
Gracefully she moved down his torso and opened her mouth to capture his bulbous cockhead and suck it into her hungry mouth.

”Mmmm…”

Her appreciative murmur joined with Matt’s exclamation.
Jess’s tongue circled the tip, then lapped up and down the sides of his hot flesh before she eased forward and took his throbbing flesh more deeply into her hot mouth.
Her fingers grazed his thighs and continued to trail slowly upwards.
Her hair ticked his sensitive skin as her head rocked and bobbed buried in his groin.
She felt his hands move over her body;
she felt them lace through her hair as his hips began to move in response to the loving of her mouth.

”Uhhn.. oh… Jess.. Jessie..!”

Over and over, she heard him call her name, revelling in the freedom she felt, as if she had been given permission to give and receive pleasure.

 

[Miltone]

Matthew Burton

“Oh, Jess! Oh, god, yes!” Matt felt his body move beyond his complete control. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this open with a woman. His shower stall fantasy of Jess had been intense but brief, and it had all been internal and imaginary. Now, here she was for real, making love to him, pleasuring him so intensely with her mouth. For a moment he wished that he hadn’t fantasized about her and saved himself, but then he realized that if he had, he would have cum too quickly. Now he could lean back and simply enjoy the sight and feel of Jess and her wonderful mouth.

Her long auburn curls were swirling around his lap wildly. With each caress of her mouth on his long rigid shaft she seemed to grow in energy and in feeling. He could feel her humming as she bobbed her head up and down on him. Her tongue never stopped swirling around him, inside her mouth as she went down on him or lapping at him when she lifted her mouth off. Then she looked up at him, her tongue circling the head of his swollen cock, her large dark green eyes filled with a wanton desire that he had never seen before. Her lips curled slightly with a smile as she noted his arousal.

Matt looked down at her and ran his hands through her hair, combing his fingers through her thick dark tresses, feeling the softness and warmth of the skin on her neck and shoulders. When she took him back into her mouth, his hands explored the parts of her body that he could reach, her shoulders and back, and her breasts. His palms cupped her sensitive round breasts, the soft skin, the firm flesh, her hard pointed nipples pressing stiffly against him. Was it his touch that seemed to incense her, or was it his building arousal that increased her intensity as she hungrily gobbled on his surging shaft.

“Oh, god, Jess!” he cried out, finally unable to just lie there and watch her any longer. He reached for her face and lifted it toward him. “I want you, Jess!” he said in a hoarse whisper, his voice thick with feeling. “I want you now!”

She went to kiss his cock again but he pulled at her face, at her body. They had come so close to this in the afternoon that he could not wait any longer. He wanted to feel him cock inside the warm wet depths of her body. Jess climbed up his body until her mound pressed against the underside of his cock. Her thighs eased around to straddle his hips and her mouth sought out his. They kissed passionately, heatedly, a deep wet kiss mad with unvoiced feelings that could only be expressed by their lips and tongues and heavy breathing.

“Yes, Matt,” she agreed between a flurry of wild kisses. “I want you inside me … I want to feel you inside me … all the way this time.”

She raised her hips and reached down for his cock, guiding it toward the hot wet entrance to her sex. Matt grasped her waist and thrust his hips upward feeling the mushy head of his hard cock push up against her. Jess shuddered as her labia parted to the insistent pressure of his cock. Then he was inside her, just inside her, and she let out a sound of pleasure, not a laugh or chuckle exactly, but she looked down at him with a great smile warming her face. She lowered her body down, taking him inside her, the raw intense feeling closing his eyes for a moment. Jess leaned forward and rested her hands on his shoulders. Matt’s hands roamed up from her waist to caress her breasts, to cradle her face.

“I want this … I need this,” he said, savoring the feeling of finally being joined with her. “I need this with you, Jess!”

She bent down and kissed him again, her tongue entering his mouth just as his cock was entering her pussy. What was to follow would not be planned or choreographed, it was simply the response of two needful people coming together and celebrating their unlikely union. Jess rose up and began to rock her hips as her body bounced up and down on him. He let her go, his hands resting lightly on her hips, helping her, guiding her, keeping them just interlocked in their love.

The sight of her rising and falling above him sent a wave of pleasure vibrating through his body. Her pale trim body bouncing, her breasts bobbing up and down in concert, her dusky rose nipples stiff and puckered with arousal, her hair a swirling mass of auburn curls about her face and shoulders and down her back. And her face was a perfect picture of urgent desire, her eyes heavy lidded and nearly closed, her full lips parted. Matt let her ride him until he felt her body tremble and shake violently and her voice cried out to him.

“Matt … Matt … oh, god, yes, Matt … yes … yes … yes!”

Then he rolled her over onto her back and positioned his body just above her, his cock still buried deep inside her. His arms encircled her shoulders and Matt began to thrust inside her again. Jess lifted her legs up and wrapped them around his hips, rocking her hips and grinding against his body. His mad kisses spilled onto her neck and shoulder as he drove deep inside her. She didn’t just lie there beneath him, but responded to his every move, her body writhing and wriggling.

They made love with a heat and intensity that Matt had always yearned for but had never known. Time and place and setting were largely forgotten. All that mattered was this overwhelming desire that was burning between them. They scrambled onto their hands and knees and Matt entered her from behind. Their bodies were glistening with sweat, ringlets of her auburn hair matted around her face, and a look of urgent passion in her eyes, looking back at him, enjoying his presence in her, telling him that she wanted him all the more.

And he wanted her so much. A few days before he didn't even know that she existed and now he couldn't imagine not knowing her or being without her. She hadn't asked or demanded a single thing from him--unlike Allison, his ex-wife--but he had offered her shelter, a warm and safe place to stay and eat and rest, and now he was offering her his bed and his body and his love, the only things that were his alone. For this moment of pleasure it was all worth it. He felt like a new man, and more so he felt appreciated.

"Oh, fuck, Jess!" he swore loudly, grasping her hips tightly and pumping himself deep into her warm velvety depths. "You feel so good to me! Such a great lover! I love this ... I love ... I love ..."

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Jessie Clarke

Jessie revelled in the taste of Matt as his hands moved running over her neck and shoulders. The sensation of his fingers knitted in her tresses drove her crazy. She raised her eyes to his moaning softly around his shaft as she saw the desire in his eyes. There was no mistaking that he wanted her. That is was SHE, Jessie that Matt wanted, her mouth he wanted wrapped around his cock making love to it. She moaned anew as his hand now moved to her breasts, aroused beyond anything she had ever experienced, Jessie felt the weighty aching of her creamy flesh and cried out as Matt made contact with her diamond hard nipples, the intensity of sensation making her go down on him with still more hunger and abandon.

“Oh, god, Jess!”

The cry was torn from him.
She allowed herself to be guided free of his cock and drawn higher, his hands tenderly cocooning her face could not be misconstrued to be a rejection of any kind.
Her eyes sparkled, her breathing was ragged.
She gazed deeply into his eyes.

“I want you, Jess!”

The need in his voice thrilled her.

“I want you now!”

She nodded and made to resume her attentions, but Matt held her gently back. Her eyes widened in comprehension. He wanted her fully; wanted to be inside her. She felt her pussy spasm and ache in anticipation. This is what she had wanted … wanted since that afternoon.

Jess moved slowly easing her body atop of his. At any time, he could change his mind and draw back … there was no pressure … he could …
But even as those thoughts filled her mind, his mouth captured hers and she was sure. Sure that this time there would be no interruption, no turning back.
Jessie matched Matt’s hungry kiss.

“Yes, Matt,”

She told him feeling weak from the ravenous onslaught as Matt captured her mouth once more.

“I want you inside me … I want to feel you inside me … “

Her voice was hoarse with need, a need she trusted him enough to express.

” … all the way this time.”

She whispered softly knowing that for this moment in time this was truly all she wanted. Unlike anything she had felt before, they were united in their need for each other. Neither of them missed a beat in fulfilling their desire. Even as she moved to position herself over his cock, to reach for it, to guide it inside her, Matt held her securely and moved to push his cock upwards parting her labia and entering her instently. The thick head filling her entrance drove Jessie crazy. She moaned a sound of triumph and fulfilment. She had known he would feel good inside her and yet this was beyond what she could ever have imagined. Her eyes locked with Matt’s as she eased downwards groaning long and low as his cock sunk slowly inside her. He was so thick, so hard. With every inch he seemed to swell and stimulate every nerve ending as she moved to allow him to bury himself deeply inside her.

It was as if both of them exhaled a deep sigh of … relief? … satisfaction? Leaning forward now, Jessie’s eyes were so close to Matt’s that her soft breath caressed his face. His hands moved upwards from waist, to breasts, their pathway unhurried as if trying to memorise every curve of her flesh. Finally his hands moved to cup her face, the gesture infinitely tender.

“I want this … I need this,”

Her heart fluttered with emotion, her body mind and emotions so totally united with this man who was beneath her, inside her and cocooning her safely in his hands.

”I need this with you, Jess!”

She couldn’t express how she felt. How overwhelmed she was.
All she could do was show him, with her kisses, her body; by trusting him and giving herself to him as she never had before.

His tongue and cock entered her again and again; the raw sensations driving them on to greater need.
As one they moved, driven on to possess the other, to give and receive, pushing boundary after boundary.
Never did they loose contact.
Never did Matt allow Jessie to doubt his need for her, his desire, his wish to join fully with her.
His hands continued their adoration of her body; eternally caressing, loving and stimulating, even as his eyes held Jess’s showing her every nuance of emotion that passed between them.
Jessie had never felt such a sense of freedom or security.
She grew more confident, more abandoned in her pursuit of pleasure and fulfilment.

She gave everything as she rode his cock, driving onwards to that mutual release. All she could concentrate on was the sensation of being filled over and over again, of sensual loving hands playing over her body; of giving herself totally to the one person she had trusted beyond anyone she had ever known.

“Matt … Matt … oh, god..”

She moaned his name over and over like a mantra as she approached her climax.

” … yes .. Matt … yes … yes … yes!”

Like a wave crashing down over her body, the spasm rocketed through her system leaving her dazed and breathless and alive with sensation from head to toe.

Perhaps Jessie had expected that to be “it”. She had never known more.
Their love making had been incredible, beyond that it had been intense and yet as she clung to Matt, her body trembling uncontrollably, she found herself on her back, held against him as he continued to move himself in and out of her liquid centre.
Moaning incoherently, Jessie wrapped her legs about him and began to move her hips matching him thrust for thrust.

”Ohhh.. uhnn… ohhh … Matt! … uhhn… God!!!”

Louder and louder she cried out, encouraging, responding.
His kisses reigned down on her tasting her skin.
She in turn reached desperately for him, her hands running over his body, drawing him to her, clinging, grasping as she bucked wildly beneath him.

She was beyond thought, beyond reason now.
All she could do was arch her body and squirm in an effort to get Matt as deeply inside her as possible.
Over and over she called his name, begging, crying out.
Such was their passion that all they were aware of was the other’s body and every frenzied response.
How she found herself on her hands and knees with Matt ramming into her from behind, Jessie had no idea, neither did she care.
She threw a look back at him and raised her ass, crying out as his rock hard cock rammed into her depths.

”Ohhh uhhnnn God… yessss….”

Jessie hissed her voice almost feral.

”Ohhh .. ye-yesss! Like that Matt… uhhhnnn! Ohhhh”

Again her voice rang out encouraging, complementing, urging him on, her body open to him, taking and giving like for like.
Whimpering softly she felt his hands grasp her thighs securely and moaned as she heard his exclamation.

"Oh, fuck, Jess!"

She threw her head back to gasp as his cock rammed home deep and hard.

"You feel so good to me!”

His voice filled her senses even as his cock filled her sopping pussy.

”Such a great lover!”

His words cut right through to her heart.
She was … enough for him … she was all that he wanted …
She could just be herself … and that was what Matt wanted.
Tears pricked her eyes overwhelmed with emotion as his cock claimed her over and over.

” I love this ... I love ... I love ..."

Her eyes met his as her ass raised to meet his wildly pistoning cock.

”I love you Matthew Burton … “

She told him simply, the words seeming to just fall out of her mouth.

”Jess…. “

She felt him freeze, his face incredulous, his cock buried to the hilt inside her.
She hadn’t intended to say it, but knew as soon as the words had formed that it was irrevocably true.
It was fact, a statement.
She didn’t expect anything from him; she merely wanted him to know.

”Matthew … “

She shook her head trying to show him that he did not need to comment or respond.

” … just make love to me … that’s all I want from you right now … “

Her eyes pleaded for his understanding, her emotions clear in her eyes.

” I want to feel you cum inside me … I want you to fill me so full of you … please Matt …?”

She begged softly, praying that her words would not spoil what they had shared.

 

[Miltone]

Matthew Burton

“Oh, Jess! Oh, god! Yes, Jess!” Matt was beyond thought or calculation. For what must have been nearly an hour they had enjoyed some of the hottest, the most desperate and certainly most desirable sex he had ever known. To be linked up so intimately with an attractive woman like Jess was such an treat, such an honor, that he had let his imagination run wild, seeking and finding even more intense ways of sharing the pleasure that they were creating together. But her words had suddenly given the entire encounter an unexpected depth, but not one that he was unprepared to experience. “I know what you mean,” he said to her as the rocking motion of his body slowed. “I feel the same way too, Jess!”

His body became still and he kept his long thick cock buried deep inside her for a few moments. The warm wet velvet of her pussy completely encapsulated him, gripping him tightly, sending the most incredible sensations rumbling through his body. He could feel her the wetness of her arousal trail down over his balls, down his thighs and hers. Though they were so deeply interlocked, even as he grasped her hips and bent over her back, there was another level of intimacy that he wanted to seek. He wanted to cum inside her, he wanted her to feel the explosion of his seed, but he wanted to be facing her, holding her, making the maximum possible contact between their heated bodies.

“I want to feel you, Matthew! I want to feel it so much!” she called out to him.

Matt slowly withdrew his cock from where it had been buried deep inside her. As it popped free of her, another little waterfall of her dampness cascaded from her. Maneuvering her down onto her back, onto a nice dry spot of the bed, Matt knelt between her long shapely legs and parted them. Her sex was glistening and rouged with the blush of their wild lovemaking and yet still invited him downward for more. Her body was flushed pink and her neck and chest glowed the bright crimson of arousal. Her full breasts rose with each breath, her engorged nipples pointing toward him, begging his touch and his kiss. And her face, the lovely features, her eyes sparkling with lust, her full pouting lips parted to claim each needful breath, her hair sticking to her face in matted ringlets, spoke to him, beckoned him closer.

“My god, you are beautiful!” he remarked with awe. “You are so very beautiful!”

Lowering his body down to her, Matt looped his arms under her shoulders and let his lips fall down to meet hers. They kissed softly and gently for a moment, but the heated passion that flowed between them was unabated and they were soon mashing their lips together madly, licking and nipping at each other. His wild kisses found her neck, her ear, her shoulder and her breasts while his long thick cock rubbed against her thighs, occasionally bumping against her awaiting pussy. She shifted her body against his as if trying to snare his cock with her needful pussy. Each time they came close to entry, Matt seemed to move away, his kisses and caresses finding another delightful part of her body to explore.

“Matthew, please!” she said hoarsely and urgently. “Stop teasing me! I need to feel you now so badly!”

Matt picked his head up and gave her a wry little smile. As their eyes locked upon one another, he moved his hips so that the head of his cock pushed up against the sodden folds of her pussy. They watched each other as he slowly thrust his hips forward and stuffed his cock inside her. He could see a tremor of pleasure shoot through her body and felt the deep passionate exhale of her breath on his face. He continued to thrust forward until he was completely inside her. He felt her spread her legs and lift them up around his hips, locking them behind his backside. Then he began to move, rocking his hips back and forth, withdrawing his cock until it was nearly out of her, and then thrusting forward until they bumped together with a loud sweet smack. Faster and harder his motion became until they were consumed by the wild and crazy lust and passion and desire that enveloped them both.

“Oh, Jess! Jessie!” he cried out. “Oh, my god! You feel sooo good to me! Sooo good!”

“Yes, Matt! You too! So good to me too! I love this … so much!”

It didn’t take long now, with his arms clutching at her shoulders, his hot kisses raining down on her neck and shoulders, his teeth grazing her ear and neck, his body pumping madly, giving her every inch of his love. He could feel her body holding him tightly, her legs locked around him at the ankles, her heels digging into his back, her hand clawing at his back. Nothing was held back, they were like a single organism, moving together as one, their passion reaching a breathless peak. Finally Matt felt his release surge up from deep within his body, coursing along its flaming path until with an explosive spasm he felt the first load shoot up into her.

“Oh, fuck! Yes!” he cried out. “Oh, fuck!”

“Yes, Matt!” Jess called out. “Yes! Yes! I feel it!”

She hummed loudly as each successive blast shot deeply into her. Matt felt his body vibrate uncontrollably. Each thrust seemed to wring more pleasure out of the tension that had been building all day, until finally there was nothing left to give and he was completely spent and fell down against her body, sweating profusely and entirely out of breath.

“Oh, jesus, Jess!” he said, trying vainly to gain his regular breathing pattern. “Oh, my god! Feel me! I can’t stop shaking!” He felt her hands move over his body and noticed that she too was trembling. They kissed long and sweetly; their hands caressed each other’s depleted body; their eyes exchanged long deep looks that communicated feelings well beyond the range of words.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Jessie Clarke

Jessie lay dazed and trembling in Matt’s arms.
Her breathing still came in gasps as she clung to him riding the wave of sensations from her still convulsing body.

”Ohh .. mmm… Goddd…. “

She murmured in a futile attempt to express her emotions.

Matt hadn’t frozen at her words, hadn’t rejected her; he had told her he felt the same way about her, told her she was beautiful even … and then Matt had made love to her so … wondrously … driving her crazy as they abandoned themselves to an increasingly desperate need.
Then finally she had lost control.
Screaming his name, Jess had cumm … so hard … so intensely … her pussy clamping down as she drew him into her core.
All she was aware of was the sensation of their bodies, moving as one, of Matt’s cock buried deep inside her, spasming and filling her as they both cried out in mutual fulfilment.
So intense was her release that Jess felt as though she were losing her senses.
She had heard of women almost passing out after sex, but always assumed it was some fable, a romantic fabrication … until now …
Helplessly she had reached out for Matt as her mind span incoherently:
Her momentary panic subsiding as he caught her, held her and kept her safe.

… safe …

As she lay now in Matt’s arms, their ragged breathing deepening and slowing finally, Jess realised that she had given him everything … opened herself up to him … let him see who and what she really was … and yet … he had still wanted her, wanted the “Jessie” she really was.
With Matt she didn’t have to pretend ever again …

She smiled and nestled closer feeling his arm moving around her, his fingers moving to lazily stroke her still flushed skin. Jess murmured softly as a tremor ran through her body in response to his light touch. She leaned up and kissed his chin gently and felt a hand run through her hair, the touch gentle and sensual.

”That was … I’ve never … “

Matt drew her tightly against him.

”I know Jess … me too … “

She nodded.
Words seemed to be so inadequate, especially now and yet they both knew.
Her eyes fluttered closed.
Her body felt heavy, exhausted and it felt so good lying wrapped so intimately in Matt’s arms…

She was barely aware when Matt moved to make them comfortable for the night.
She heard his voice at one stage … heard it rumble through his chest …
She felt him kiss her forehead … cheek … mouth … smiling, then giving a soft murmur … as his lips left hers …
And then Matt settled beside her once more.
Instinctively she moved to hook a leg across his body pressing into him as she sighed and eased into a deeper sleep.

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It was the alarm that broke through her sleep and caused Jessie’s body to jolt into wakefulness.
Blinking, she felt Matt move to lean across and hit the alarm button before returning to laying back down once more and smiling down at her.

”Morning … “

Jessie told him shyly and was rewarded with a soft kiss.

”Sleep well …?”

Jess blushed at the question and nodded.

”I was whacked … “

She giggled as her cheeks pinked at the memory of what they had shared the night before.
Matt grinned, merely responding with “ .. me too … “ before moving to kiss her softly and hugging her to him.
The alarm interrupted their embrace.
Jessie laughed as Matt cursed and reached once more to shut it off permanently this time, then eyed him seriously as he returned to lay beside her once more.

”You have to work today, don’t you Matt?”

It was more a statement than a question.
She saw him nod reluctantly and smiled.

”You can’t put your life on hold for me, you know … “

She told him softly.

”I have plenty to sort and organise. I have a lot to get my head around still: The house … and Eri … the funeral … “

Jessie shuddered at the thought of all the practicalities that needed dealing with, but they could not be avoided.
And once all that was out of the way … then … maybe …



Matt had been reluctant to leave her, but she had insisted.

”I’ll be fine. It’s safe here.
The police know where I am … and no one else does … I’m not going to do anything stupid …
Go to work and I’ll get dinner for us later. “

She didn’t want to be responsible for him going out of business!
He had given her a key, left his work number for her to contact him if she needed to.
He had told her to be careful and finally left her stood at the door, coffee in hand after a final farewell kiss.
Smiling she walked through to the lounge.
Coffee in hand, she sat on the sofa and thought over what had happened between them yesterday and last night.

It was incredible. It had changed things between them.
Matt had been caring and protective of her from the beginning, but now there was a real “intimacy” between them.
In truth they both knew timing wise, any relationship between them was wrong, but that did not change what existed between them:
Without the pressures of the reality that surrounded them, when it was just Jessie and Matt, it was so right … so perfect.

She sighed and forced herself into action.
Shower … breakfast … then perhaps some shopping … groceries … a few new clothes …
She set happily about her day, indulging in a hot shower, bathing using Matt’s shower gel and then making sure both his room and her own were tidy, before sitting down to eat a breakfast of toast and marmalade.

When the phone rang, Jessie laughed.
How like Matt to check up on her.
She picked up the receiver and gave a bright.

”Hello … “

Hesitating as she heard voices conferring at the end of the line.

”Mrs Davies…?”

The voice enquired hesitantly.
The use of her married name, jolting Jessie as she responded warily.

”Who is this please?”

She clung to the phone, thoughts of the strange telephone call before her husband’s murder coming to her mind.

”This is Detective Sipowicz, Mrs Davies …”

The voice informed her.

”Ohhh Detective … I thought for a minute … wh-what did you want to talk to me about ..?”

She enquired, her initial relief giving way to concern.

”We wanted to inform you that you can now move back into your house … should you wish to … “

The comment was innocent enough, but held a certain … insinuation …

”And of course … you’ll want to make arrangements for your husband’s body as soon as possible … “

Again, Jessie found she did not like the tone of the man’s voice.
It felt more as if he was giving her instructions than informing her that Eric’s body could now be released.

”Yes … of course … I’ll get there right away … “

She declined his offer to send a car to pick her up and take her to the station, insisting that she would get a cab there and pick up her house keys and Eric’s “personal effects”.
Shetold him that she did not wish to view the body in the police mortuary, stating that she would rather see him in the Chapel of Rest once funeral arrangements had been made.
The Detective responded by telling her that her preference was “most understandable” and … “only to be expected…”

”I assume you’ll be intending to at least visit your home today Mrs Davies ..?”

Detective Sipowicz prompted.
Jessie was caught off guard.
She did not want to go back there … but it was necessary … if only to get the funeral company details …

”I will need to get some … papers … Detective … but I don’t intend to move back there … not … yet anyway … “

She heard the Detective make sympathetic noises and wondered what he thought of her relationship with Matt.

”I know there are … safety issues Detective … Perhaps we can discuss them when I get to the station … I’ll be there about … “

She checked the clock. It was already 9:05.

” … 10:30 … I’d like to get this over with …”

It was with relief that she hung up.
She knew she was no longer a suspect, but there was something about that man …


Shaking herself, Jessie rang a cab, ordering it to arrive at 10:00. Plenty of time she thought … even with heavy traffic.
Now she had to get dressed … She moved upstairs and tried to decide what to wear from her limited wardrobe.
She did not want to wear anything too flambuoyant, neither did she want to turn up dressed fully in widow-black.
Jessie spent too much time in indecision and finally resorted to a pair of faded jeans, sandals and a white lace blouse.
Grabbing an old jacket that had been one of the treasures from her past, she took it and made her way downstairs, dismayed to realise that it was 09:50.

…. Matt …

She didn't want to disturb him, but she had promised that she'd let him know if anything "happened".
Taking up the telephone, Jess dialled the number that Matt had left that morning.
It seemed to ring for an age … until finally it picked up …

”Matt … It’s Jess … “

She breathed down the phone.

”I’m sorry … who is this?”

A female voice sounded at the end.
Momentarily confused, Jessie paused then continued.

”Can I speak to Matthew Burton, please?”

She heard a pause and the short response.

”Matt's busy right now … “

Jessie prepared to insist, or at least query the rapid response, but a horn sounded outside.
How typical for it to be a few minutes early now she was running late!
Her mind raced, unsure about what to do.
She had not noticed anyone else around when she had been at his work place, but then again she had been in no state to note anything that morning. She had no idea who this woman was.

”Can you give Matt a message … it’s important… “

It was her only option she realised, then hesitated, unsure how much to tell this unfriendly sounding woman.

”Tell him that Jessie called and that I’m seeing Detec…”

She stopped herself and corrected the title hoping Matt would understand the message.

”Please tell him that I’m going to see Mr Sipowicz and then I’m going to … view the house … “

She had no time to await a detailed acknowledgement.

”Please … it’s very important … “

She repeated andd put down the phone.
Would Matt get the message?
She wasn't convinced. She took up the pen and scribbled a message on the pad by the telephone.
With no time to do anything else, Jessie grabbed her coat, bag and Matt's spare key and dashed out to take the cab to the Police Station.

 

[Miltone]

Matthew Burton

He hadn’t wanted to leave her, not for a moment. Yet when the alarm rang off, Matt knew there was little choice in the matter for him. He had responsibilities to his customers and to Christy; he couldn’t spend all his time with Jessie. Though as she nestled in beside him, her arm draped over his chest, her soft hand clinging to his shoulder, her leg hooked around his hips, the soft tender skin of her thigh rubbing on his morning hardness, there was no other place he wanted to be.

As he listened to the soft rhythm of her breathing, the images of the past day came flooding back to him. How they had almost made love that afternoon, and how they actually had last evening. All of the intense feelings of need and desire still reverberated within him, feelings that he had never known before with anyone, certainly not with Allison. And falling asleep so peacefully and deep had done much for him. He felt confident and secure, alert and quick-witted, and his body bristled with a firm excitement. When he quickly moved to silence the alarm, he felt her stir against him.

From the time she sleepily said, “Morning,” until he left with her goodbye still warm on his lips, Matt knew that things had changed between them irrevocably. From the way they looked at each other and not so much the words they exchanged but the way they were spoken, there had been a shift in their relationship. He wasn’t just a protective big brother type looking out for his little sis, he was a companion, a friend, a lover. And Matt liked it … a lot.

He drove straight to the bakery and set about his early morning routine. He threw himself into his work even though his mind was filled with thoughts of Jessie Clarke. His body moved through the bake shop like an automaton, while his mind was circulating back home. Once things were settled here, he was planning on returning home just to check on Jessie. In his mind he could see her dressed in a robe putting things away in her room, perhaps settling in to take a bath. He could picture her lean pale body slipping into the sudsy water. Matt could feel his own body begin to stir and had to force himself to think of other things.

He had the first batch of bread baked and turned out and just had the second set into the oven when he heard the sound of the front door unlocking as Christy was obviously letting herself inside. Matt busied himself decorating the Danish pastries when he heard Christy clear her voice loudly to get his attention.

“What?” he asked, looking up toward where she stood by the doorway.

“So?”

“So what?”

“So are you going to tell me who she is?” Christy asked, her face warmed by a slight grin while her eyes showed signs of extreme curiosity.

“Who what is?” Matt said defiantly denying anything.

“Who your mystery girl is,” Christy went on.

“Wh- what do you mean?”

“I mean, I work all day yesterday by myself, then come in late and you’re back here all busy and whistling while you work ... don’t seem to notice or even care that I’m here late … I know you pretty well, Matt, it’s got to be a woman.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Matt protested, trying to keep his voice low and calm.

“I have women’s intuition, you know,” Christy chuckled. “I know these kinds of things … it’s a woman that’s put that smile on your face and that little extra spring in your step.”

“Well, if it was … not that I’m saying it is or anything like that … but if it was, would it be any of your concern?” Matt finished the last tray of Danish and put it on the rack of things to wheel out front.

“It is,” Christy smiled. She moved through the room to get a clean apron from the linen closet. “I figure, the least you could do is give me a name or something.”

“You’re so suspicious, Christy,” Matt said as he slipped off his icing-covered gloves. “I might think that you were jealous or something.”

Christy laughed. “Matthew, Matthew, Matthew!” she said, slipping into the apron and tying it around her waist. “Even as cute as you are,” she said stepping up next to him. “I don’t sleep with the boss. Bad form. Not that I haven’t been tempted, you sweet little puppy dog!” She reached up to pat his cheek lightly, then took hold of the bakery rack and wheeled it toward the door.

Matt watched after her, checking out the sway of her ass and the bounce of her dark ponytail swinging down her back. He knew that he would have to tell her about Jessie eventually, but he had no idea of how or where to begin. And he couldn’t let on about the intimacy that had developed between Jess and him, certainly not with her current situation. So Matt tended the bread and began to think of which parts of this little story he would use to tell Christy.

The morning flew past, the work crowd was heavier than normal and of course it would happen that his flour supplier would be making a delivery in midst of the rush. Of course, Kent, the vendor, was in a very talkative mood and kept Matt out in the alleyway for several minutes jawing about his recent success at a bass fishing competition. Matt stood politely for a while, shifting his weight from side to side, nodding a lot, and glancing at his wristwatch frequently. Finally Kent caught the hint and packed up to leave.

It was going to be lunchtime soon. Matt hustled back inside to check on the ovens. Damn! The run of rye bread was nearly burnt! As he rushed to pull the pans from the oven, Christy shouted through the door.

“We’re running low on croissants!”

Matt finished emptying the oven and pulled a tray of croissants from the walk-in fridge and carried them out front. “Here you go,” he said as he began to re-stock the shelves from which Christy was setting up the sandwiches for the lunchtime crowd.

“Oh, and while you were outside, you got a call from a Jessie,” Christy said calmly with a slight smile curling her lips.

Matt froze in his tracks. “Was there any message?” he asked expectantly.

“Yes,” Christy said, drawing out the suspense and loving every minute of it. “So she does have a name after all.”

“So what was the message, Christy?” Matt insisted.

“Oh, that. She said something about having to meet a Mr. Sipowicz and then going to view the house.”

“When was her meeting, did she say?”

“No, sounded like she was in a hurry though,” Christy said.

“Damn!” Matt swore half under his breath. He surveyed the shop anxiously. He couldn’t leave right now but wanted to be there to support her.

“Very sexy accent,” Christy remarked. “British is it?”

“What?” Matt muttered as he started to move toward the back of the shop.

“Your girlfriend’s accent … British is it?”

“Uhm, yes,” Matt replied absentmindedly.

“So she is your girlfriend,” Christy giggled.

“No she’s not my girlfriend!” Matt protested, his voice carrying loudly out front.

“I think he protests too much,” Christy said to the customer who had just stepped up to the counter. “Go ahead and say what you will, but I saw this coming from a mile away.”

Matt doubled his work speed as he thought over what he should do. If Jessie was in a hurry to see Sipowicz, there may have been break in the case. Whatever the cause, he wanted to be there with her. He paused for a moment and rummaged through his wallet, finding the card that the detective had given him. He could finish up here and meet her at the police station house and still be back in time to help service the lunch crowd. Christy began to pout and made a reference to getting another extra day off when Matt told her he had to step out for a few minutes.

“You owe me big time, Mister Bossman,” she called out as he rushed out the back door.

It took only a few minutes for Matt to fly through the midday traffic and get to the 15th Precinct station. He asked for Detective Sipowicz at the front desk and was directed to the stairway.

“Upstairs and to the left,” said the uniformed officer behind the desk in a brusque voice.

Matt ran up the stairs double time and asked for Sipowicz at the first door on the left. The mild mannered clerk behind the desk indicated an empty desk to his right. Damn! Matt swore under his breath. Then he saw Jessie sitting anxiously beside the desk. Rushing over toward her, Matt held out his hands. Jessie rose and took his hands in hers.

“Thanks for coming, Matt,” Jessie said softly, clutching at his hands tightly. “You didn’t have to.”

“Where’s Detective Sipowicz?” he asked.

Jessie turned toward her left and nodded. Matt looked in that direction and saw Sipowicz walking up quickly carrying a can of soda and a glass. When the detective scowled at them, Jessie and Matt quickly let go of each other’s hands. Matt could feel some beads of sweat break out on his forehead.

“Here you go, ma’am,” Sipowicz said to Jessie as he handed her the soda. “So what brings you here?” he said to Matt.

“Um, well, I thought it, uh … might be helpful for me to be here … you know, to lend Jess—er, Mrs. Davies some support.”

“How very thoughtful of you,” Sipowicz said with a thick sarcastic tone to his voice. “Why don’t you have a seat and we can go over some things before we go to view the deceased.”

Matt pulled up a chair and sat beside Jessie, being careful not to sit too closely in front of the sharp-eyed detective. He felt as if the temperature in the room had risen a dozen degrees. He tried to calm himself by breathing deeply. His pulse was racing madly, his palms felt clammy, and his throat was suddenly dry. Matt snuck a quick glance at Jessie and then tried to follow what Sipowicz was saying.

“Now, Mrs. Davies, we just want to make certain of a few things here, you know, to help our investigation,” Sipowicz said drolly. Now, you didn’t see or hear anyone after you came to following your husband’s murder?”

Jessie took a quick look at Matt and then shook her head. “No … no one.”

Sipowicz nodded slowly. “So I see ... so I see.”

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Jessie Clarke

Despite the traffic in town, Jessie arrived promptly at the station.
She had only just given her name at the reception when Detective Sipowicz’s voice sounded behind her.

”Mrs Davies … would you like to come this way?”

Jessie turned to meet his eyes, her hesitant smile freezing on her lips as she saw him take in her casual appearance. She bit back the defensive explanation, after all, her clothes were still at the house. Instead she contented herself with a gracious, “… of course … “ and followed him upstairs and along to his office.

”Please make yourself comfortable, Mrs Davies, I’ll try to make this as short as possible.”

Jessie sank into the seat her offered her and eyed him curiously.

”Make what short, Detective? I thought I was here to get my house keys … and arrange the release of my husband’s body?”

The detective drew a bunch of labelled keys from a drawer and put them on the desk between them as he himself took a seat.

”Yes, of course Mrs Davies, but it would be helpful to go over a few more details.
You were naturally distraught when we first interviewed you.”

Jessie nodded wordlessly. Her eyes moved to close around the keys set in front of her. They felt so familiar in her hand and yet they seemed totally alien now.

”How can I help you then Detective … ?“

She raised her eyes to the man before her and made an effort to relax back into her chair, preparing herself for the inevitable questions.

”Why did you shoot at your husband, Mrs Davies?”

The question took Jessie by surprise.

”I … we … talked about this just after …. “

The Detective interrupted smoothly.

”Yes of course. You told us he was “beating the crap” out of you.
Did your husband do that regularly, or did something cause him to lose his temper on the evening in question Mrs Davies?”

Jessie stared back numbly.
If she hadn’t been so distraught, she wouldn’t have told him about Eric’s abuse.
As it was, she didn’t want to talk about it.

”Eric … had a temper … and sometimes … “

She started hesitantly.

”This temper … was it only with you Mrs Davies, or did it spill over into his business associations also?”

Reassured by the slightly different direction of the questioning, Jessie considered.

”Eric had a separate business line and a study at home. I was never involved in any of that … but … at times, I’d hear him on the phone … shouting … and often his bad moods were linked with what he called some “trouble” at work … “

The Detective nodded, the picture of sympathy.

”And the night he was murdered, your argument … was that a result of trouble at work, or did Eric have another reason to lose his temper with you, Mrs Davies?|”

Jessie halted. She didn’t like the hidden accusation.

”I told you that already too, Detective. Eric was angry because of the phone call.”

The Detective smiled.

”Oh yes … the phone call … so if Eric had his own phone line, did you have a separate number … a mobile … ?”

Jessie was uncertain what he was getting at.

”There’s the main house line. Eric paid for that. The bills were itemised. You’d have found them in his bureau. I have a mobile. I rarely use it. I’m not even sure where it is … in one of my handbags maybe … “

She saw him reach out a pad.

”And the number is …?”

Jessie shook her head.

”I have no idea. The only people who have that number are Eric and the members of some of the committees I work on. Again, the details will be in the bureau. Eric dealt with all of that … “

The Detective threw down the pen as if exasperated.
Jessie looked at him uncertainly.

”I never got any phone calls from this caller, not to my mobile, Detective.”

She told him softly.

”No Mrs Davies, but did you get any other calls, calls that you wouldn’t want your husband to know about … calls that you wouldn’t want him to intercept if they were made to your home number?”

Jessie froze.
Surely he wasn't implying that she had been seeing someone? Having an affair?

”No. I don’t know what you’re getting at, but I received no calls or visits or had any communications that my husband was not aware of, Detective.
Eric was … a very … controlling man.
It wouldn’t have been possible to keep anything from him.”

For long moments the Detective seemed lost in thought until he finally conceded.

”If you say so Mrs Davies.
I think it might be useful to find that mobile of yours, however, just to clear up lose ends you understand.
If you’ll excuse me, I’ll check the file to see if it was examined during our search of the house. I’ll be right back … “

Wordlessly Jessie watched him leave.
She weighed the keys in her hand and fervently wished that all this was over with.
She ran a hand through her lose hair and sighed.
Glancing around to see if the Detective had returned, Jessie froze as she saw Matt pacing towards her.
Relief flooded through her.
His hands clasped hers as she clung to them in return.

“Thanks for coming, Matt. You didn’t have to.”

She hadn’t thought it possible for him to leave his business.
She hadn’t expected this visit to turn into a full interrogation either.

“Where’s Detective Sipowicz?”

Jessie glanced around the office and saw the Detective returning.
She threw a glance at Matt, but was unable to tell him of the questions she had been asked, before they moved apart, belatedly dropping hands.

“Here you go, ma’am,”

Jessie eyed the unwanted drink that was placed before her and wondered at his suddenly respectful attitude.

“So what brings you here?”

Jessie pushed the soda away from her as Matt replied.

“Um, well, I thought it, uh … might be helpful for me to be here … you know, to lend Jess—er, Mrs. Davies some support.”

Jessie smiled across at Matt and wished they could sit hand in hand.

“How very thoughtful of you,”

The smooth comment was clearly ironic.

“Why don’t you have a seat and we can go over some things before we go to view the deceased.”

Jessie tensed.
She had told him she did not want to see Eric’s body, not there!
Surely they could not make her do so?

“Now, Mrs. Davies, we just want to make certain of a few things here, you know, to help our investigation,”

Numbly Jessie nodded, throwing a look at Matt as she sat beside her.

”Now, you didn’t see or hear anyone after you came to following your husband’s murder?”

The line of questioning had altered.
Jessie glanced at Matt again and shook her head.

“No … no one.”

She knew that for some reason, Detective Sipowicz was unimpressed by her answers so far, but she was at a loss as to what he expected her to tell him.

”Detective … the mobile … did you find … ?”

He smiled charmingly.

”As I thought … we’ve checked it out … and the bills … no calls made to persons unknown … but of course … we can’t run a check the incoming calls.”

Again Jessie saw Matt throw her a look.
He had no inkling of the past conversation and Jessie knew that she couldn’t fill him in now. She shook her head slightly in warning and hoped he wouldn’t pursue the issue.

”Detective … You’ve not asked me anything today that I haven’t already answered both at my house and when we called you at Matt’s.
I saw and heard nothing.
I was too busy trying to stop my husband attacking me before the murder … and afterwards … I was too dazed and disorientated to think or act coherently …. “

His continued silence made Jessie rush on.

”I’m just lucky that Matt stopped and took me in before any harm came to me … “

She saw the Detective give a smile.

”Fortunate indeed Mrs Davies.
Few young men would take in a young woman who claimed to have killed her hsuband … much less open their home up to that stranger … “

The insinuation, though unspoken was palpable.

”If that’s all, Detective … “

It was Matt who spoke.
Jessie could tell from the strained tone of his voice that Matt was far from pleased.
Her eyes flew to his begging him silently to refrain from comment for her sake.
Instead she decided to bring the conversation to a close.

”As Matt’s here, I won’t need an escort to my home.
I trust it’ll be alright for me to get going now.”

Jessie stood, her actions mirrored by both the Detective and Matt.

”Of course, Mrs Davies, right after we’ve viewed the deceased.”

Jessie blanched and unconsciously moved nearer to Matt.

”We discussed this on the phone.
I prefer to view my husband in privacy at the funeral home.
I’m sure he must already have been formally identified Detective.
So unless it’s absolutely necessary …. “

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

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Sorry x

 

[Miltone]

Matthew Burton

“As a matter of fact it will be necessary, Mrs. Davies,” Sipowicz said plainly. He had probably been through this a hundred times before and knew the routine all too well. “Part of our standard procedure is to have the body identified formally before it can be released to the mortuary. I’m sorry if this upsets you, but it is a necessary detail.”

“I … I understand,” Jessie said weakly.

Matt felt her grow limp beside him and couldn’t help his sympathetic reaction. He leaned toward Jessie and extended his arm around her shoulders. Her body was trembling as if she were ready to start crying. She leaned into the embrace of his arm.

“It’s all right, Jessie,” Matt said, noticing the close examining look the Detective was giving him. “I’m here to help you through this.”

“Yes,” Jessie said, stifling her tears and drawing in a deep breath. “May we do this now and get it over with, Detective?”

“Of course,” Sipowicz said and rose up from his chair. He led them downstairs and through a dark creepy corridor that took them to the coroner’s office. The morgue was a chill stark place. Sipowicz checked in with the attendant and escorted Jessie into the cold room. Matt lingered close behind. As part of a familiar routine, the detective and the attendant acted nonchalant chattering about how slow things had been.

“Yeah, we’re only about half full,” remarked the attendant. “Maybe we better start offering off-season rates.”

“Nah, just wait till the summer travel season,” Sipowicz chuckled. “Those long summer holiday weekends will have you full up in no time.”

The attendant rolled the body out and peeled back the heavy sheet.

“Is this your husband, Mrs. Davies?” Sipowicz asked calmly, almost sympathetically.

“Y … yes,” Jessie answered. When her shoulders sank, Matt stepped forward and put his arm around her. “Yes, that’s Eric … my husband.”

Matt looked down at the body in the dim dark light. The chill bluish glow cast a pall over the body. Eric Davies was a rather handsome man, muscular and fit, striking in his looks, even in death. Matt felt Jessie sag toward him and stood tall to hold her and comfort her. She dabbed at her eyes with a tissue while the attendant pulled the sheet back up and pushed the slab back into its enclosure.

Turning away from the sight, Matt felt Jessie breathe deep and square her shoulders as Sipowicz led them back toward his office. Along the way, Sipowicz hung back and spoke to Matt directly.

“If you don’t mind, Mr. Burton, I’d like to ask you a few questions,” the detective said. “Nothing special, just to clear some things up in my mind.”

Matt regarded the detective with a long side glance. Sipowicz hadn’t changed his expression the entire time, and just kept plodding along the corridor and up the stairs.

“Of course,” Matt replied. “Whatever it takes to clear things up.”

“I really appreciate your cooperation,” Sipowicz said. “Helps make my job easier and get this over with sooner.”

Jessie looked apprehensive when the detective told her that he wished to speak to Matt in a separate room. She smiled bravely as Sipowicz’s partner took her in tow and offered her a comfortable seat. The burly detective led Matt down the hall into a stark space that must serve as an interrogation room.

“Have a seat, Mr. Burton,” Sipowicz said. “We won’t be long.”

Matt sat at the table while Sipowicz paced slowly back and forth.

“You were saying that you had never met Mrs. Davies before you saw her that night on the bridge, correct?”

“That’s right,” Matt answered quickly. “I had no idea who she was.”

“You had never seen her before, on the street, in the supermarket, at your bakeshop?”

“No, never.”

“But you were quick to offer her shelter, to help clean her up, possibly damaging or altering evidence in the process,” Sipowicz said, looking Matt straight in the eye.

“I had no idea what had happened to her,” Matt replied. “She looked dazed and confused and disoriented. I couldn’t just leave her there. She looked so, so, so helpless and vulnerable.”

“So where were you in the five hour span prior to seeing Mrs. Davies on the bridge?”

“Um, at home, sleeping,” Matt answered nervously. He felt his palms grow damp as sweat formed on his brow. “I went to bed around 8:30 or 9 o’clock and woke up a little after three. Showered and was driving to my shop when I saw her on the bridge, just as I have already told you.”

“Yeah, right, like you told me,” Sipowicz muttered. “Did you see or speak to anybody in that time, a phone call or something?”

“No,” Matt answered with a smile. “Most of my friends know my routine and don’t bother calling. Besides there’s not too many people around at 3 A.M.”

“Just us church mice,” Sipowicz chuckled. “Now, Mr. Burton, I was looking at a map and wondered why you took the Eighth Street Bridge on your way to work that morning. Doesn’t that take you way out of your way?”

“Yes, but I was already running late and there was construction on Fairfax and Fifth Street, so I decided to take Eighth as a short cut.”

“You were running late? Why was that?” Sipowicz asked, moving back from the table and beginning to pace again.

“I told you, my alarm didn’t go off … forgot to set it I guess,” Matt began to feel flustered by the barrage of questions. Did Sipowicz think that Matt was somehow involved in Eric’s murder?

“Did you ever meet Eric Davies?”

“No.”

“Ever read about him, hear about him on the news?”

“No.”

“Did anybody you know ever mention his name, show you his picture?”

“Of course not,” Matt said, bristling at the line of questions. “I had no idea who he was until I met Jess—er, Mrs. Davies.”

“So, let me get this straight,” Sipowicz said with a deep sigh. “You had never met Eric Davies or his wife, had no idea who they were before the night of the murder, but within minutes or hours of meeting her, you’re opening up your home to her as shelter just like a regular Howard Johnson.”

“Just trying to help someone in distress …”

“And then you show up here acting all lovey-dovey towards her,” Sipowicz said, cutting off Matt’s protest. “So just within a day of meeting her, you two are acting like the best of friends.”

“She has no one … no family … no one to lean on …”

“And you figure you’re just the guy to help her out, in her time of need, eh?”

“Yes.”

Sipowicz stopped his pacing and leaned forward to rest his meaty hands on the table, his face just inches from Matt’s.

“So is there something going on between you two?” Sipowicz asked sharply.

“What do you mean?”

“Is there some hanky panky going on, you know, something more intimate than just friends?”

“I don’t see where that’s any of your business,” Matt shot back. If he thought Matt was involved in Eric Davies's murder, did he suspect that he might be after Jessie?

“Everything about Mrs. Davies and her late husband is my business, including everyone who comes into contact with her.”

“There’s nothing going on,” Matt lied. “I’ve simply offered her my guest room and she accepted.”

“Now, seeing her all dolled up, she’s quite a dish, a real looker, if you know what I mean,” Sipowicz said. “Beautiful, sexy, alone in the world, vulnerable … Hell, if I wasn’t such a happily married man with a couple of kids, I’d be real tempted to make a play for her. I figure a lonely single guy like you is gonna be tempted to take advantage of her.”

“Excuse me, Detective, but I resent that implication,” Matt protested. “There is nothing going on between Mrs. Davies and me.”

“All right, I’ll accept your word for now,” Sipowicz said, backing away from the table. “But you better make sure that nothing happens, if you know what I mean.”

Matt simply glared at the detective who sauntered over to the door and opened it.

“That’s all for now,” Sipowicz said and Matt rose up from his chair and walked to the door. “But if you think of anything, anything at all that might help this investigation, call me, okay? You got my card?”

“I have your number, Detective,” Matt said and then walked down the hall to where Jessie was waiting for him. He could tell by her expression that he must look upset. But she didn’t say a word.

“Should I call a uniformed officer to escort you Mrs. Davies?” Sipowicz stated upon returning to his desk.

“Um, no … I thought I would be leaving with Mr. Burton,” Jessie answered.

“So you’ll be returning to his house?”

“Yes, I suppose,” Jessie remarked, shooting a quick look to Matt. “That is, if his offer is still good.”

“You can stay with me as long as you need to,” Matt said.

“All right then,” Sipowicz said. “But keep in touch. Especially if someone tries to contact you in any way, I need to know. Understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Then you two are free to go,” Sipowicz grunted.

Matt took hold of Jessie’s arm and walked her out of the office and down the stairs. He was relieved to leave the confines of the police station and breathe the fresh outside air.

“What happened in there?” Jessie asked. “You looked so … so … so pissed off.”

“I was,” Matt said, pulling out his keys as he reached his car and snapping the remote button to unlock the doors. “I definitely got the feeling that he considers me a suspect.”

“You? A suspect? Whatever for?”

“I don’t know, but his questions were definitely pointing in that direction.”

“How absurd!” Jessie exclaimed. “Why you didn’t even know me or Eric … how could he think of such a thing?”

“I don’t know,” Matt answered as he started the car and wheeled away quickly, chirping the tires. “And he’s suspicious of you and me being together. We’ll have to be real careful from here on out.”

Jessie reached her hand out and placed it on Matt’s where it rested on the shifter stick.

“Thank you for coming,” she said softly and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you for everything. You’re a good man, Matthew, and hardly the murder suspect type.”

Matt smiled at her light-hearted comment and drove on. He wanted to get Jessie home safely and get back to his bakeshop to finish off the day. He loved the way that her warm little hand felt resting on his. He loved the look in her eyes as she gazed at him. He loved the memories of making love to her the evening before, the sounds she made in love, the feel of her body, her touch, her kiss. And he loved the feelings about her that were brewing up inside him. He didn’t care what Detective Sipowicz said or thought, Matt was going to do this right; he was going to keep Jessie in his life … if she would have him.

Unbeknownst to Matt and Jessie, Detective Sipowicz had dispatched a plainclothes officer in an unmarked car to trail them and keep a lookout on Matt’s house … just in case …

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Jessie Clarke

Jessie had been so shocked by the Detective’s insistence that she identify Eric’s body that she hadn’t really thought that Matt’s presence might seem inappropriate to the sour faced policeman. Numbly she had walked to the morgue, detaching herself from the meaningless banter between the two men as the attendant rolled out the body and Jessie stared dry eyed at the outline beneath the heavy sheet. Leaning back into Matt slightly, she had braced herself and nodded.

She’d stared in silent fascination as the familiar features lay beneath her. She had half expected him still to be covered in blood. The gown hid the gaping wound. He looked pale, sterile, featureless … so unlike the loud, hostile threatening man she had lived with, it seemed surreal.

“Is this your husband, Mrs. Davies?”

Her head spun as the question seemed to come from far off.

“Y … yes … yes, that’s Eric … my husband.”

It was saying those words that broke the spell and brought reality crashing home.
Her husband lay before her, cold … dead … murdered … and she was a widow …
Her body shook, but felt the comforting bulk of Matt’s torso, it’s strength and warmth supporting her. Unexpected tears started at her eyes. With a last glance, she turned from the corpse and took a steadying breath, determined not to go to pieces. So preoccupied was she with her thoughts that she only belatedly realised that Matt was being led away. She looked up in alarm, but was told it wouldn’t take long. It wasn’t so much that she worried about the questions that might be asked, it was the fact that she didn’t want to be left alone with her thoughts.

Tears fell silently, barely noticed as Jessie thought back over her marriage, remembering how it had been at first, in England when Eric had “courted” her. He had been so old fashioned, gallant. Her family had encouraged him and even though it had meant her moving abroad, they had welcomed the marriage. But they had no idea. She had never let on. They had always assumed she was happy. She had never led them to believe otherwise. Part of her still wanted to run home, to hide away, but how would she even begin to fill them in on the nightmare her life had become.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the men returning. Hastily she dabbed at her eyes suddenly aware of what a mess she must look. She raised her eyes ready to force a smile, her expression freezing when she saw the set look on Matt’s face. He was definitely upset, which worried her, but before she could say anything Detective Sipowicz spoke to her.

“Should I call a uniformed officer to escort you Mrs. Davies?”

Her eyes widened, not liking the idea of having an officer take her to her house.

“Um, no … I thought I would be leaving with Mr. Burton,”

Jessie threw a glance at Matt wondering if what had been said had changed that.

“So you’ll be returning to his house?”

Again the question threw her.

“Yes, I suppose,”

She didn’t want to take anything for granted and was unsure if Matt was angry at her for some reason.

“That is, if his offer is still good.”

Not caring what the Detective thought, Jessie searched Matt’s eyes worriedly and was rewarded by a reassuring smile.

“You can stay with me as long as you need to,”

The quiet assertion stilled her anxiety. She smiled into his eyes unaware of how obvious the intimacy was that passed between them.

“All right then,”

The brusque words broke into her reverie.

“But keep in touch. Especially if someone tries to contact you in any way, I need to know. Understand?”

Jessie nodded and agreed obediently.

“Then you two are free to go,”

Jessie hesitated, not liking the man’s tone and wondering what on earth caused him to speak to them like that. She glanced at Matt and opened her arm to question, but Matt took her arm and drew her out of the room. With a final glance, Jessie allowed him to lead her outside.

“What happened in there?”

She asked in bewilderment.

“I definitely got the feeling that he considers me a suspect.”

Jessie was incredulous.

“You? A suspect? Whatever for? .. you didn’t even know me or Eric … how could he think of such a thing?”[/I]

She sat back in the seat as Matt quickly put distance between them and the police station.

“… And he’s suspicious of you and me being together. We’ll have to be real careful from here on out.”

Jessie sighed. She had done nothing wrong. She hated the fact they had to be “careful”. She squeezed his hand as she thanked him for coming.

“Thank you for everything. You’re a good man, Matthew, and hardly the murder suspect type.”

Her heart skipped as he through her that smile, a smile that started in his eyes and lit his face, a smile that warmed her through from head to toe. He was a good man … such a gentle man … and sensual … and loving …
She started suddenly.

”Matt… where are we going…?”

She looked around realising he had turned the car back to his home.

”I’m taking you home … back to my house … why Jess..?”

He looked over at her realising that she had become agitated.

”But .. Matt … I need to go home … to my place … there are things I have to sort … contact … the funeral and … “

She halted feeling ungrateful.

”I’ll get a cab back from your place … shouldn’t take me too long to sort things…”

She didn’t want to put him to any trouble.
She didn’t want him to think she didn’t appreciate …

”Wh-what are you doing?”

She looked round in alarm and Matt circled and swung the car around in the opposite direction.

”Matt?”

What was he up to?

”Jessie Clarke … if you think I’m going to let you get a cab to go back to that house on your own … then you’re crazy…”

He refused to listen to her protests and continued to drive on.

”I’m not listening … you’re not going back there on your own … after last time … I can wait as long as it takes … “

With a sigh, Jessie gave up objecting. Matt threw her an impish grin and continued to drive through the traffic and back over to the more sedate part of town. As they neared the house, Jessie had to admit that her stomach was tying itself into knots. Last time there had been blue flashing lights, tape tied around the place, cops all over … she half expected to see that again. It was with relief that she exhaled deeply as Matt pulled onto the drive and switched off the engine.

”You OK?”

Jess nodded and smiled shakily at the soft enquiry.

”Yes … once I’m in … I think I’ll feel better … “

Matt nodded and began undoing his seat belt.

”Right … well if you… “

Jessie extended her hand to stop him, drawing his attention back to herself.

”Matt … I know this sounds … terrible… but … “

Her voice tailed off, unwilling to continue.

”But what Jessie? …”

Matt prompted gently as his hand reached out and stroked her cheek making her raise her eyes to his again.

”It’s just … “

She eyed him almost fearfully; not fearful that he would hurt her, but fearful that she would offend him.

”Do you want me to check the place out before you go in?”

Jess shook her head wordlessly.

”I can wait here for you as long as you like, Jess."

Her eyes widened.
Had he realised that she needed to do this alone?

"You do what you have to… “

She exhaled in relief, only just realising how tense she'd become.

”You’re.. not angry?”

Her question was pointless. Jess realised as soon as the words left her mouth.
She had made the enquiry made almost out of habit.
In answer Matt simply leaned across and kissed her softly on the mouth as it curved upwards.

”You’re too good to me, Matt. You know that right?”

She told him breathlessly as he released her.
Her tone was light, but there was a seriousness in her eyes.
She didn’t feel like she deserved him, but for some reason he was still here and still looking out for her.

”No. I don’t know that.”

He replied uncompromisingly, a hand stroking her hair.

”It’s about time someone looked out for you…now… do what you need to do … I’ll be here… ”

Nodding, Jessie freed herself from her belt and opened the car door. Taking out the keys, she made her way down the path and up towards the front door. The key slid easily into the lock and with only the slightest of backward glances to where Matt was watching anxiously, she turned the key and pushed the door open, leaving it slightly ajar as she walked inside.

What struck her immediately was the feeling of … normality … the house had always been ordered, pristine. Eric had been very demanding and expected the highest standards. The only sign that this had been a crime scene were the footprints on the cream hall carpet and finger marks here and there. Slowly Jessie walked through the house noting almost with fascination that dust had settled on the television, coffee table, ornaments.

Eric would …
But of course he wouldn’t … wouldn’t be angry… wouldn’t have anything to say because …

With effort, Jessie forced herself to walk towards the bedroom. Her hand hovered on the door handle until she finally braced herself and pulled the door wide. The room was dim, the blinds drawn. She flicked the switch and looked almost fearfully around the room. Her eyes moved to the carpet where Eric had lain. There was the faintest outline, the stain, a tinge barely seen on the dusky pink carpet. The bed she noted was stripped. Furniture had obviously been moved, emptied and put back in place. This was the only place that looked disturbed.
It didn’t feel fresh as such more clinically clean...

In one swift movement Jessie crossed the room, threw open the blinds and began to open up the top windows.
The place needed airing.
She would have to get someone in to deal with this room.
She wouldn’t be able to bring herself to …
But the rest of the house … she would have to sort that …

Turning determinedly, Jessie made her way back to the front of the house, to the hall and out of the doorway. She saw Matt stood beside the car, his worried face still more concerned as he saw her approach.

”Matt … it’s OK … it’s not bad in there … better than I thought … “

His arm was around her, hugging her close as he looked at her carefully.

”I really want to get things sorted … especially if I’m going to stay with you … for a while … “

She told him carefully, not wanting to make any assumptions.

”Of course … “

He smiled seemingly reassured.

”Look… why don’t you get going … you have work … lots to do … I’ll get a cab back to your place later … that way I can take my time … “

She could see Matt didn’t look entirely convinced.

”Please Matt … I’ll be fine, I promise … I just want to get the feel of the place again before I have anyone else in … I have all afternoon … I’ll won’t be back late … what say we eat at 6 pm … I’ll organise something .. ?”

Matt hugged her and chuckled.

”OK … but lock the doors … phone the police if anything suspicious happens … and if you need me … I’ll be here as soon as I can … ok.. promise…?”

Jessie smiled and nodded.

”Sure … promise … “

She told him smoothly.

”I’ll be careful … don’t worry Matt.”

She kissed him softly on the mouth and felt Matt’s arms wind around her once more and draw her closely to him.

”Stay safe, Jess…”

She nodded at the husky warning.

”Of course … “

She assured him, touched by his concern.

”See you later … for dinner … “

With a last kiss, Matt released her and Jessie turned and made her way back towards her house, closing the door and locking it behind her.
She had promised Matt she’d be careful and so she would be. She had always been security conscious and no one could get in there anyhow …

As she made her way back through the house, she suddenly remembered, she hadn’t been into Eric’s study.
And of course, she conveniently forgot the fact that the killer had already gotten into the house once and could, no doubt, do so again …

 

[Miltone]

Matthew Burton

He hadn’t wanted to leave her there, in that place, but she reassured him that it was safe so he reluctantly watched her disappear inside the house. Matt waited a few minutes before starting the car, thinking over whether or not he should actually stay with her while she did what she had to do. But maybe she needed this time. Maybe after spending almost every minute of the past few days with him that she might need some time alone to think, to grieve, to contact her family, his family, to live some of her own life apart from his.

Then he thought of Christy by herself … again … at the bakeshop and realized that he needed to return and finish his workday. His Jetta whirred to life and he pulled away from the house. A few days ago he didn’t even know of Jessie’s existence, and now he couldn’t get her out of his mind. Not that he’d want to in any way. She was so vulnerable and alone and lost and he couldn’t abandon her now, he was in too deep.

As he drove back to the bakeshop, Matt remembered the events of the past few days, the first glimpse of Jessie on the bridge, helping clean her up, assisting her with the police matters, dressing her bruises, sleeping with her, making love with her … especially making love to Jessie. Everything seemed to be happening so fast, he was grateful to have a few minutes to himself to think things over and comprehend just what was going on. Then he was at the shop and life sped up again.

Matt entered through the back and looked over what had to be done yet that day. He heard Christy talking to someone out front and assumed that it was a customer. She loved to do that. It was one of the reason he had hired her to begin with, always so friendly and usually very cheerful. But then something she said caught his ear.

“… I think it’s woman, ‘cause he’s been acting kinda strange the last couple of days …”

Matt heard Christy giggle and moved quietly through the mixing room so that he could hear better.

“So this is just in the last couple of days?” asked a decidedly masculine voice.

“Yeah, he’s been leaving in the middle of the day for like hours at a time,” Christy said. “He never does that. And he has been real evasive about why.”

“Anything else unusual that you can remember?”

“Just that some woman called this morning while he was dealing with a delivery man, and when I gave him the message he couldn’t leave fast enough.”

“Do you remember who it was?”

“Some woman, named Jessie,” Christy replied.

“That was this morning?”

“Yes.”

“Had she ever called before, maybe in the past couple of weeks at all?”

“No, not that I know of,” Christy laughed.

“So it’s just in the last couple of days that you’ve noticed this change …”

“Yes.”

“Here’s my card,” said the voice. “If you can think of anything else, please be sure to give me a call.”

“Yes sir, Detective,” Christy replied.

Curious about who belonged to the voice, Matt spotted a tray of cookies that had finished cooling and carried them out to the front.

“I appreciate your cooperation, Miss,” said a tall athletic man.

“You’re welcome,” Christy said. Then she saw Matt. “Well, here he is now.”

“Mr. Burton?” the man said. “I’m Detective Estevez. I’m working on the Eric Davies murder case with Detective Sipowicz.”

“And you’re asking questions of my assistant because …?” Matt asked suspiciously. He began to lay the cookies out in the display case.

“Just routine questioning,” Estevez replied. “We have to track down all loose ends and tie them up.”

“Right,” Matt said a little disgusted by the detective’s condescending tone of voice. “I assure you that Christy here has no idea what that’s all about. I hardly know anything myself.”

“We understand that, Mr. Burton,” the detective remarked. “I can see that I’ve taken up enough of your time. Thanks for the cruller. It was delicious.”

“Anytime, Detective,” Christy beamed. She and Matt watched as the detective strode briskly from the shop. Then she turned to Matt. “So what’s this all about? A strange woman? A murder? What’s going on?”

“I’m not sure, Christy,” Matt said. “It’s kind of hard to explain.”

“You know, I’m not going to let you go without telling me everything,” she said, moving out among the tables and chairs to clear off the clutter. Matt could see that she was serious and figured that he owed her some sort of explanation.

“When I was driving to work, there was this girl on the Eighth Street Bridge,” Matt began. “She looked like she was going to jump off or something, so I stopped and helped her.”

“You saved her life?” Christy asked. “My boss, the hero!”

“Not exactly,” Matt said. He went on to tell Christy about Jessie and the murder, the bloody clothes, the house, his offer for her to stay with him, the questioning by the police, just about everything. But he didn’t tell her everything that happened between him and Jessie. No one else should know that.

“That’s what you get for being a Good Samaritan,” Christy laughed. “I’ll have to remember that the next time I see a cute guy ready to jump off a bridge.”

“It’s not like that, Christy,” Matt protested.

“Uh-huh,” she laughed. “He showed me her picture, Matt. She’s really quite pretty.”

“But it’s not like that,” Matt said, growing flustered. “She’s alone in this country, no friends, no family, no one to help her.”

“Till you step up to the plate,” Christy said with a chuckle, having finished straightening out the eating area. “Such a gentleman.”

“Just what anybody else would have done,” Matt said, heading back toward the kitchen.

“Not hardly,” Christy said through the small opening into the back. “She’s lucky it was you.”

Matt shrugged and threw himself into attending to the afternoon details. He welcomed the physical labor since it gave him a chance to let his mind relax. But even as he worked, Matt couldn’t get everything off his mind. He kept thinking of line of questions from the detectives, he kept thinking about Jessie being alone in that house, he kept thinking about how much he wanted to be with her, holding her, stroking her hair, kissing her, making love to her … he caught himself with the last thought. God, he had never experienced such pleasure with a woman before, such wild abandoned mutual pleasure, the warmth of her body, the touch of her hand, the taste of her mouth, the sounds of loving her …

“Well, that should do it for me,” Christy said, slipping off her apron and making ready to leave.

“Oh, right,” Matt said realizing the time. He had been so immersed in his thoughts and his work that he hadn’t realized it was five o’clock, closing time. “Have a great evening,” he said.

“You too,” Christy said cheerfully. Then she walked over to him and put her hand on his cheek. “You take care of yourself, Matthew. I really need this job and don’t need anything bad to happen to you.”

“Will do,” Matt replied and watched as Christy waved and scampered to the door. Then he realized that he hadn’t heard from Jessie. Should he go back to her house, or just head home? He was caught in a fit of indecision as he cleaned up the kitchen and measured out the ingredients for his first batch of the next day. He had stored them away and was just about ready to leave when the phone rang.

“Market Street Bakery,” he answered.

“Hullo, Matt?” It was Jessie.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Jessie Clarke

Jessie couldn’t know that the embrace and kisses had been witnessed by the uniformed officer who parked just past her house, tailing the two of them as he had been instructed. When Matt drove off alone, the officer radioed into the station and was instructed to stay with Mrs Davies and deployed another officer to follow Matthew Burton. Detective Sipowicz had seemed angry, harsh even to Jessie’s mind. She was unaware that the policeman still believed that Jessie was potentially in danger and just could not work out where Matthew Burton fitted into the whole scenario. As yet, he did not know whether her own house or Matt’s house were places of safety or risk.

Unaware of this, Jessie walked through the house and stood outside Eric’s office. This was a room she never entered, never had been allowed to set foot in. There was no reason for her not to now, in fact the police had no doubt taken most of the stuff away, so why was it that she was scared to walk through that door? Bracing herself, Jess finally summoned the courage. Strangely taking the first few steps was more nerve wracking than returning to her bedroom had been. Standing just beyond the threshold, Jess looked around surveying what was now a largely empty room. The place had been gutted. No doubt this was where the police had focused their search. With effort she walked to the filing cabinet in which she knew Eric kept the household bills and documents, but every drawer was empty. Lost, she turned around slowly the laptop, the computer, the fax machine, the answer machine she knew must have been there were all gone. All that sat upon the empty oaken desk was the telephone; Eric’s private line.

Even now, she couldn’t bring herself to use it. It was strange. Out of this house, she could break free, with Matt she could break free and yet here, she found it so difficult to just shed the rules under which she had lived for so long. Closing the door behind her with a relieved sigh, Jess made her way to the living room and lowered herself onto the sofa. Pulling over the phone and taking out an address book, she began to make the necessary calls. Eric’s solicitor was first: Discussions about the will, funeral arrangements, an explanation of the lack of documentation in the house and an assurance that he would be in touch - But how? Jessie hesitated. She couldn’t give the house telephone number as a contact number and she certainly couldn’t give anyone Matt’s number. Taking out a card, she gave her mobile number. Once she found that, it was the way she could co-ordinate everything to do with Eric’s arrangements and the house. Hanging up, Jessie considered calling England. It was so tempting, but what would news like that do to her family?!? Her husband had been murdered. A killer was out there and perhaps looking for her!?!? No … she took herself away from the phone and returned to the bedroom, to search through the bedside drawer until she eventually pulled out the mobile and the charger.

Now what?

Jess returned back downstairs and plugged them into the socket, turning to go to the fridge and begin to empty the contents, throwing out of date stuff, sorting food she could take to Matt’s and cleaning it before finally switching it off. Standing, she then worked methodically through the cupboards and other storage areas of her kitchen, keeping the dry stores and tinned items where they were, but saving or throwing the rest.

The sound of the mobile ringing out made her jump.
Tentatively Jessie answered it and heard the familiar voice of the man she had called earlier. Almost faint with relief, she walked back to the lounge, pulled out a pad and started making notes. Funeral home … yes … crematorium… perhaps… a selection of dates … her mind whirred … who to contact … the need to put a death and funeral notice in the paper … catering … at the house? Was that a good idea? …
Another decision to make… Jess’s head swam.
She would have to contact the police for advice.
She thanked him for arranging the transferral of the body and assured him that she would be in touch the next day before bringing the call to an end and looking down at the page of notes before her.

”Oh God … Eric … “

Even in death her husband was making life still more difficult for her.
She looked around the room with a critical eye. It needed dusting, hovering, the silver would need polishing …
But what was the point? Unless she were to open the house after the funeral and surely that would be a bit … macabre?
She shivered.
It was time to get going!

Reaching for the phone again, Jess went to call a cab then stopped.
Her car … Eric had allowed her a car, to use – with his permission - when she went on fundraisers and such like.
It was usually parked behind his Mercedes, but surely that too had been impounded?
Would it still be there?
Taking the key from the hook in the kitchen, Jess let herself through the side door and found that her car was sat patiently in an otherwise empty garage.
Swiftly she loaded the boot of her Chrysler PT Cruiser with the food stuffs she had sorted. A smile crossed her face as for the fist time she got her first taste of freedom …
Retracing her steps, Jessie locked up carefully, picking up her bag and moving towards the front door and passing through it. She looked with satisfaction and the secured house. Now all she had to do was get the car out lock the garage and she was done … for a while.

The electronic lock opened swiftly and Jess made quick work of pulling onto the drive, pleased that the fuel gauge still looked healthy. Sliding from the front seat, Jess ensured that all was locked up behind her and turned back eager to escape the neighbourhood and get back to Matt.

It was then the mobile rang once more.

”Dammit …”

The mild expletive left her lips as she groped for the phone.
She had told her lawyer she would contact him!
What else did he need a decision on?

”Yes?”

She answered shortly as she prepared to slip behind the wheel.

”That’s not very friendly now is it Mrs Davies?”

Jessie froze. The voice was unfamiliar … or was it?

”You like to play games then Jessica…?”

The voice questioned smoothly.

”Wh-who is this? How did you get this number?”

She stood immobile on the drive, her face pale, the mobile pressed to her ear.

”Your husband … he wasn’t very … friendly … such a shame.
But … I’m sure you won’t give us reason to get angry with you, will you Jessica?”

Jessica swallowed as the voice continued, making her stomach lurch.

”Wh-what … do you want..?”

The line was silent, for a moment, then the voice continued.

”That’s better … much better now … we knew you’d understand …
After all … we did you a favour didn’t we Jessica? We both know that …”

Jessica’s mind raced … a favour … he couldn’t know about how Eric had treated her … surely …

”You look so pretty today Jessica … very much the merry widow … “

Jessie looked up. He had to be bluffing … he hadn't actually seen her today …

”Good to get your car back, is it Jessica?
Hope you’ve not left the engine running?”

Her shocked gasp made him chuckle.
Looking round in a panic, Jessie missed what was said next as the phone slipped from her shaking hands.
She backed against the car, looking round urgently.
He had to be watching her ... here ... right now ... !

From nowhere it seemed a man seemed to be coming towards her.
She let out a squeal before she realised that he was uniformed.

”Quickly Ma’am… “

With economy of movement he helped her haul her shoulder bag from the car, lock it and retrieve her mobile before drawing her with him in the direcion he had come from.

”They’re around here somewhere … watching the house … they said … “

The Officer merely nodded and led her down through her own garden and out to an awaiting car.

”My car .. my groceries …

The Officer was on the radio to the station and ignored Jessie’s protestations as he too looked around wondering from where she was being watched.

”They’re sending back up … we’re to stay here as long as is safe … then we’ll go back to the station … whatever happens we have to avoid leading them to your safe house … “

Jessie nodded mutely, her face pale with fright.

”But … if they have my mobile number … hardly anyone …”

Her comment was interrupted by the radio springing to life announcing that help had arrived …


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Despite Jessie’s protests, Detective Sipowicz insisted that she return to the house.

”If we try to move you, even to the station … there’s a greater risk.
This way we can offer you more protection, Jessie.”

Perhaps it was the informal use of her name that swayed her, but he could see that though tearless, she was petrified.
Nodding, she allowed herself to be flanked with officers and returned to the house she had left only a short while ago.
She made her way to the lounge and sat taking out her mobile phone.
Police officers were posted on the doors.

”I want Matt … “

She told Sipowicz simply. She watched him consult and then nod.

”Use the house phone. Keep the mobile line free. We’ll need to go over everything he said, or … perhaps you could write it down for us … if it’s easier… ?”

Jessie had already taken out her address book and was phoning Matt.

”Yes of course … “

She just finished saying when Matt’s voice came clearly down the phone.
She almost cried with relief.

”Hullo Matt?”

She should have asked if he was through with work, should have said a lot of other things, but all she knew was that she wanted him with her.

”Matt … I need you … at the house … Eric’s house … the police are here … someone … “

Her voice broke and Matt heard several voices until Sipowicz himself picked up the receiver and explained the situation.

”Don’t drive up to the front door, we’ll post a car a couple of blocks away, near where you parked that first day … beyond the incident tape … yes … we’ll get you in a police uniform, then you can get in here undetected … she’s being watched … we don’t know if they know about your connection with Jessie yet … we hope not …”

The directions were given in a low voice, obviously out of Jessie’s earshot.
She looked around when the receiver was set down.

”He’ll be here as soon as he can be, Jessie…”

Jess just nodded numbly and continued writing down as much of what the man on the phone had said as possible …

 

[Miltone]

Matthew Burton

“Don’t drive up to the front door,” Sipowicz said in a calm low voice. “We’ll post a car a couple of blocks away, near where you parked that first day, beyond the incident tape.”

“Do you want me to remain in the car or what?” Matt asked.

“Yes, we’ll get you in a police uniform, then you can get in here undetected,” Sipowicz replied.

“Is she all right?”

“She’s being watched,” Sipowicz remarked, not really an answer in Matt’s mind.

“What?”

“We don’t know if they know about your connection with Mrs. Davies yet, we hope not.”

“Is Jess ... er, Mrs. Davies all right?”

“She’s safe with us,” Sipowicz added. Matt could hear voices in the background and it sounded as though the detective was moving. “You need to be very careful here. Mrs. Davies is being watched and we need to draw them out into the open.”

Matt hung up slowly and thought about Jessie and her situation. Just what were the police up to? Using her a lure to draw a murderer into the open seemed pretty reckless. Was this a test for him as being a suspect? Matt grew confused the longer he thought about it. All he cared about at this point was Jessie’s safety and he drove as directed to a place just outside where the police had cordoned off the murder scene. He pulled to a stop and waited. A uniformed officer came to the driver’s door and knocked on the window. Matt rolled it down guardedly.

“Matthew Burton?”

“Yes …”

“I’m Officer Sherman,” the officer said without a trace of emotion. “Come with me, please. And leave your keys in the ignition.”

Matt stifled the obvious question arising in his mind, got out of his car reluctantly and followed the officer to the marked car parked on the opposite side of the street. The officer opened the rear door for him. The officer closed the door behind him and climbed in front. He started up the cruiser and began to drive away from the house.

“Aren’t we going to the house?” Matt asked.

“There’s been a change in plans,” Officer Sherman replied. “You and me are going to the precinct station house.”

“But what about Jess—er, Mrs. Davies?” Matt asked.

“They’ve decided to take her to the station house,” Sherman answered. “We’ll meet up with her there.”

“But I thought …” Matt began to protest, but resisted and sat back in the seat. Things seemed to be shifting, plans were being changed quickly. Matt wasn’t sure of much except the way he felt about Jessie. He couldn’t wait to be with her again. When they arrived at the station house, he was taken inside, not unlike a prisoner though without being hand cuffed. He was escorted through a series of corridors in back toward a waiting room where Jessie was seated.

“Matt!” she exclaimed upon seeing him, getting up and going to him. She seemed purposefully reserved in front of the police, but Matt could see a tumult of emotions flashing in her eyes. She spoke in a soft voice intended only for him, “I’m so glad to see you.”

Matt smiled and took her hand, squeezing it.

“All right, here’s the drill,” Sipowicz announced as he strode into the room, taking charge. “It’s not safe for Mrs. Davies to stay at her home while there is the threat of a stalker or worse present. So we’re going to escort this Mrs. Davies back to the house.” He gestured toward a policewoman who stood up and turned toward Jessie and Matt. She was about the same height and build and had been made up to resemble Jessie, complete with a long curly brunette wig. With just a quick glance, she might easily be mistaken as Jessie. “Meanwhile, the real Mrs. Davies is going to return to her safe house with Mr. Burton. We’ve brought his car in through a different entrance and they will leave long after our ‘official’ escort has left. Any questions?”

There were none, so Jessie and Matt were asked to remain in the waiting room with Officer Sherman, while the rest of the entourage left to escort the decoy Jessie Davies back to her home.

“I’m so sorry to get you involved in all of this, Matt,” she said, reaching across to take his hand. “I had no idea …”

“That’s all right,” Matt responded. “I’ll do whatever I need to make sure that you’re safe.”

“Thank you,” Jessie said. She glanced at Officer Sherman and then looked to Matt, her eyes a flickering jumble of emotions. “I’m so glad you’re here. They say that we should be safe at your place.”

Matt smiled and they sat together for the longest time, holding hands tenderly but inconspicuously, or so they hoped. Finally Officer Sherman was summoned to the door.

“All right, Mrs. Davies,” he announced. “We’re ready to move out.”

Matt followed behind as Officer Sherman escorted Jessie to a different part of the facility to what appeared to be a maintenance garage. Inside was Matt’s car.

“Just one thing,” the officer warned as they prepared to leave. He leaned on the passenger side windowsill. “In no way are you to go anywhere near the house. You’re to take Brush Street down to Lafayette and follow that all the way to the Fifth Street Bridge.”

“Got it,” Matt answered. “Opposite direction and all that.”

“Yeah, and all that,” the officer chuckled. “Just be careful. Stay inside. No going out in public, all right?” Matt and Jessie nodded in agreement. The officer then smacked his hand on the roof of the Jetta and the exterior door was opened. It was several moments after they had pulled out of the station and started toward Matt’s house that either one said anything.

“Matt, I can’t tell you how grateful I am for everything,” Jessie blurted out. “You have been too kind.”

“Just doing what will keep you safe,” he replied.

“I’m glad that it’s you I’m with tonight and not some strange policeman,” Jessie remarked. Her gaze remained on Matt, watching as he drove along the prescribed route to the Fifth Street Bridge. When she rested her hand atop his on the gear shift knob, Matt took her hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing the soft tender flesh on the back of her hand, his lips closing around her dainty knuckle.

“So am I,” Matt said, his eyes flashing over to hers, capturing the look on her face.

Soon they had crossed the bridge and made it safely to his comfortable little ranch house. He pulled up all the way along the drive and parked out of sight in the garage behind the house. They went inside and stood in the kitchen, Matt’s arms encircled Jessie, holding her close for several silent minutes. His mind raced over the events of the day, the rushing back and forth, the deception with the police. He was so glad to be home with her.

“You must be starving, Matthew,” she said finally, lifting her head from his shoulder. “Let me fix you something.”

“Sure,” Matt said. “No telling just what I might have an appetite for tonight.” He cradled her face in his hands and stroked her cheeks gently. Then he leaned forward and kissed her, a soft gently loving kiss that they had been denied all day given the visits to the police. Jessie’s hand glided up over his chest to his neck and around to caress the back of his neck with her fingertips. Matt’s arms pulled her tightly to him, crushing her firm breasts against his chest, his hands moving up and down her backside, feeling the arch of her back and the curves of her ass through her snug faded jeans.

“Oh, Matt!” Jessie breathed heavily as he kissed her neck and licked near her ear. Her hands were clutching at him, holding onto him, holding onto this moment. Then his lips found hers again and they kissed deeper and wetter and harder than before. When they came up for breath, Jessie sighed, “Supper first, Mr. Burton.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Matt replied.

Jessie slipped her jacket from her shoulders and began to put together a supper while Matt went to shower. After toweling off, he slipped into a pair of boxers and his robe. There was a most appetizing aroma wafting from the kitchen as he walked through the house to the kitchen. Jessie was bent over the open oven door pulling out a pan. When she stood and set it on the top of the stove, Matt moved up behind her, reaching his hands around her waist and nuzzling up behind her.

“Mmm, mmm,” he hummed. “Something sure smells delicious.” His hands trailed up to cup her breasts through the lacy fabric of her blouse while his lips grazed along her neck.

“Matthew!” Jessie squealed, trying to free herself from his grasp.

“What, Jess?” he said as she turned to face him, the oven mitt still on her hand.

“You need to learn to behave if you’re going to be my knight in shining armour,” she said.

“I’m very good at that,” Matt replied, his hands danced around her breasts, his fingertips toying with the tips through the lacy fabric of her blouse. He freed a pair of the buttons that helped to expose her tender flesh and dipped his mouth down to plant a kiss between her firm mounds. “Just sometimes I can’t resist the beauty and charms of the damsel in distress.”

“Matthew!” Jessie said again firmly, lifting his face from between her breasts and looking at his impish expression. “Supper is getting cold.”

“Oh, all right,” Matt said begrudgingly.

They sat down and ate, their tableside conversation skirting police matters although Matt did mention Sipowicz’s partner visiting the bake shop.

“They still don’t think of you as a suspect, do they?” Jessie asked.

“I don’t think they would have let you come here if they did,” Matt answered.

“I’m glad to be here with you,” Jessie confessed. “I felt okay at the house. I was getting things taken care of, but then I got this phone call and … I … I … I just was so afraid …”

“Afraid of what?”

“Afraid to be alone there,” Jessie admitted. “I missed you not being there for me.”

“Jess,” Matt said, reaching over to touch her hand. “Jess, I want you to feel safe here. I want you to feel like this is your little retreat from that whole business. I want you to feel like you can be yourself, you can relax and live your life, I want you …” Matt paused. He did want her to feel all those things, but then, he did want her … he wanted her. He tried to fight back his surging desire. “I … I want you to be safe and happy.”

”Thanks, Matt.” With a flash of her great smile, Jessie got up from the table and carried her dishes to the sink. Matt sat and watched as she moved, the sway of her hips, the sashay of her walk enflaming his desires. Never had he known a more mysterious woman, yet never had he felt more engaged with someone.

He stacked up the rest of the dishes and carried them to the sink, setting them on the counter beside Jessie. As she moved them into the sink, Matt ran his hand over the lush curve of her ass.

“Matthew,” she warned, taking up the hand spray and waving it in his face. “Remember the trouble we got into last night when you got fresh with me.”

“Yes, I do … and I was kind of hoping …”

“Hoping what?” she asked as his hand continued to hover over the curves of her bum.

“That the outcome … would be sort of … the same … you know?”

“I wouldn’t make any assumptions,” Jessie said, continuing to rinse off the dirty dishes.

“I never assume anything,” Matt replied. “Especially, when I have a good idea about how things are going to turn out.”

“You sound so certain and secure,” Jessie remarked as his hand moved up along the curve of her spine. She took up the soap and began to scrub the dishes clean. Matt moved behind her and started to massage her shoulders. She groaned deeply as his strong hands plied the stiff muscles of her neck and shoulders. “Uhh, Matt, that feels so good!”

“I figured that it would,” he replied, his fingers and palms pressing into her flesh, searching for each bit of tension and massaging it away. “Anything to take your mind off your police trouble.”

Somehow despite Matt’s firm urgent and very welcome massage, Jessie managed to clean off the dishes and get them into the drainer to dry. When she reached for a towel to dry her hands, Matthew slipped his hands around her waist and up to her breasts again.

“Matthew!” she admonished him as he fingered the full swell of her breasts. “Matthew Burton!” His fingers worked on the remaining buttons of her blouse, freeing them one by one and finally pulling the lacy garment open. “Mr. Matthew Burton!”

“Yes, Jess?” he said as she turned to face him.

She draped her arms on his shoulders, her eyes locking on his. Matt gazed intently into her dark green eyes. They were sparkling though heavy lidded. His eyes didn’t wander as his hands moved down over her tummy, his fingers fiddling with the snap on her jeans. She flinched when the snap popped open and Matt tugged the zip down. His hand reached down inside and stroked near her sex adoringly.

“I think it’s time for dessert,” Matt said, his eyes still locked hers.

“Not here, Matt,” Jessie murmured. “Not in here …”

“Why not?” Matt insisted as his hand continued to stroke her. “It’s not like anyone is watching.”

“But …”

Without another word, Matt tugged down her jeans and boosted her bum up onto the countertop. He freed the jeans from her long lovely legs and tossed them aside, parting her legs and bending over close enough to draw in the luscious scent of her sex. Jessie began to moan as Matt kissed between her legs, his tongue gently drawing up and down her moist slit, tasting her sweetness. Jessie leaned her head back as her moans and sighs deepened …

They were not aware that there was someone watching, a plainclothes officer under Detective Sipowicz’s command, who had followed them discreetly to Matt’s house and who was ordered to “keep an eye on things.”