Heart Of Stone (16 page)

“Every time you touch my ass.” She mused laying on him, panting. “I come like Niagara falls.”

He pulled his still twitching cock from her, and rolled her on to her side, lifting her leg putting her face to the floor. “Can I try?”

She looked at him her heart racing. “You mean actual anal?”

He nodded. “My cocks still hard, and there’s plenty of natural lube here. He swiped her pulling up sticky fingers. “I’ve never…”

She let out a deep sigh. Turning toward him. Kissing him. “I’ll let you
try
, but you’ve got to get a condom. It’s safer that way. Okay?”

“Okay.” He got up going upstairs.

She rolled back onto her stomach, her hand to her head. “I’m outta my mind.” She put a hand to her racing heart. “Just outta my fuckin’ head.”

Matthew reappeared with a condom and a small bag. She drew her knees up to her chest intrigued by the bag.

He held it out to her. She opened it up to find inside an MP3 player, a vibrator and a bottle of water based cinnamon flavored lubricant. Her mouth hung open a moment stunned. “For
me
?”

He nodded. “I thought we could have some fun with it.”

“You’ve got a memory like a steel trap don’t ya?”

Again he nodded. Crawling back down on to the floor with her. “The vibe is almost as big as I am at the widest point. I checked. So maybe if we use it first? Then you know. It’ll be easier?”

“
Definitely
. You planned for something like this?” She looked at him sideways. Her green eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Only hoped.”

She leaned back, and he smiled, turning on the vibrator. Tracing the top of her reddened mound, he lightly stroked her clit, and she squirmed. He smiled ran the tip up under her hood and watched her writhe. She sat up on her knees, looking down at him as he watched her. Their eyes locked as she nodded and he dipped the thing inside of her, twisting turning up the speed of the vibration. He leaned over her, licking and flicking her clit with his tongue. She resisted the urge to grab his head, but moaned deeply. He pulled the vibe out, sliding a finger inside, she liked his callouses. The scratchy skin inside her sent shivers all through her, especially when he twisted upward and hit her spot, scratching it with his rough fingertips. She almost came but he stopped, making her calm back down. He added some of the lubricant to his finger, pressing it against her, with a little wiggle his finger was inside. The cinnamon lube was warm, but not uncomfortable, sending a tingle deep into her. He moved around a bit then pulled in and out. She could feel her anus as it relaxed giving in to his touch. He pulled his finger out, then took to the vibrator, slowly pulling down their mixed orgasm and the lubricant, making sure he wasn’t going to hurt her. She lifted off the floor as he inserted the vibrator, letting it settle in inch by inch, until six had gone deep and she was gyrating against his hand. Making sounds he had not heard from her before.

“Are you okay?” His cock was rigid, straining, aching for relief. 

“Please... take it out. I need a cock.” She begged. “Fuck me, Matthew with that giant cock.” She picked up her head, tears down the sides of her cheeks. He eased the vibrator out of her and slid up on top of her, just as he was to penetrate her, she reached down, lifting her legs higher, leading him lower. “It’s okay.” She gasped. “I want it, please.” She drew him down on her and he was pulled inside.

Her body tugged on him, sucking on him. Grasping him in a way he had never been grasped. He let out a guttural sigh. His body twitching, he felt like he was coming, but his balls hadn’t tightened. He got hot, his heart raced and his breathing grew hard as she moved against him, sliding with him. Finally his body gave and he shuddered. Coming. Pumping hard inside her. She kept at him urging him to keep going, as big as he was even with a semi he filled her and she wanted it. As though something in her had snapped and she was trying to make up for lost time. She began to use the vibrator and he could feel the vibration from inside her to his cock and was almost instantly hard again. Shocked back to life, she rocked against him, and he pulled her up so he could sit back to watch her with the vibrator while he continued to probe her deeply. It made him come fast, and hard but so did she and he loved to watch her bloom.

16

Matthew laid in bed beside her as she dozed lazily with the sheets wrapped around her legs. He wasn’t sure when they made it upstairs, but was glad for the plushness of his bed. His back ached and he rolled over grabbing a couple of pills from the nightstand, swallowing them down. When her turned back she was sitting up watching him, concern in her eyes. “Just a couple naproxen.” He showed her the off label bottle of over the counter pain relievers. “I promise you the other pills are only occasionally.” He kissed her tenderly. As she rolled the bottle in her fingers without a word. “What was all of that about, tonight?” He changed the subject.

“What?” Her voice was small. He could tell something was bothering her.

“All of that, this, downstairs… Up here. You… This wasn’t all for me.”

“No… It wasn’t.” She climbed out of the bed, putting the pills on her nightstand. “It was for me.” Her walking was awkward, and he made motions to help her, but she stayed him with a hand. “I’m okay. I promise.” She smiled as she shuffled into the washroom.

He got up from the bed, lightly padding over to the door. He could hear the water to the sink running, a bit of movement and not much else. Taking it as a sign she was just washing up he went to the closet to get the gifts that had been waiting far too long to be opened.

***

Donnella sat on the edge of the tub, her head in her hands. “Why do I do these things?” She berated herself.  “He’s going to think I’m some sort of deviant freak…
Fuck!”
She screamed in to a towel. “But he was into it, wasn’t he? At least it seemed that way when it was all going down. Donnella, you have to get a grip on yourself. He’s a good man. He’s got a right to know who you are. Who you used to be is a part of that, especially when she’s still in there.”

A knock came to the door. “Just a sec, okay?” She shouted over the running water.

“Alright.” He answered. “Just wanted to warn you, Pepper’s back and covered in mud! So I had to strip the bed.” He laughed through the door.

She let out a little chuckle. “Is this the life I want?” She grabbed her robe, exiting the steaming room to find Matthew naked as a jaybird trying to wrestle a pillow away from Pepper who apparently wasn’t giving up without a fight. “Having a party without me?” She laughed grabbing a pillow and getting in on the action.

***

A thousand feathers, a clogged vacuum and twenty minutes later they managed to wrangle the pup into the bathtub to get rid of the mud. The temperature had soared outside and everything that had been frozen and snowy turned to muck. But that was early March weather in New England.

“She’s gonna look so much better. When was the last time she had a bath?”

“Um... Never. Don’t they do that themselves?” Matthew teased as he sprayed Donnella with the detachable showerhead.

She squealed as the water soaked her down. The sound getting Pepper excitable and she tried to jump from the tub, causing Matthew to have to grab a hold of her, getting soaked himself.

“See that’s what you get.”

“Funny. Grab a towel for her, before she shakes water everywhere!”

They dried the dog and then each other which turned into playful kisses back to the bed. He laid her down on the bare mattress, and then walked away.

“Where are you going?”

He smiled, rounding the huge bed. Pulling out the bag she had hidden back in early December. As well as another smaller bag she had not seen before.

“The earlier surprise was just part of the Valentine’s gift.” He beamed.  “So can we exchange?”

She nodded with a large, but hesitant smile. Small bags scared her. Small bags often meant small boxes, and small boxes were sometimes rings. She wasn’t ready for anything like that.
Was she?
Her heart pounded as she took the bag. It was light. “You first, you’ve waited the longest.” She smiled.

He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling the wooden rectangular box from its tissue paper confines. The word Canon carved into the top. He knitted his brows, as he unlatched it and opened it up. Sitting nestled inside was a small black and silver 35mm camera. Nothing special to most people. But Matthew was a collector. He laid the box in his lap gingerly. “Is this a?”

“A Hansa Canon 35mm… Yeah.”

“I can’t accept this.”

“What? Why not? I noticed all the old cameras around here and figured… Do you not like it??”

“I love it, but do you have any idea how much this
cost
?”

“I do. I picked it up myself. Believe it or not I don’t let Harold do
all
of my shopping.” She crawled across the bed, her gift forgotten for the moment. “I wanted to give you something I thought you would love, the cost doesn’t matter to me. You
know
that. Would it make you feel better if I told you I got a good deal on it?”

“Is that true?”

“Probably not. Truth is I was more than likely hosed, but would you feel better if it were?”

“Probably.”

“Then let’s say I got an
excellent
deal.” She picked it up, pulling back the lever, and snapping a photograph of him. “Especially since it still works.”

He smiled putting up his hand. “Don’t.”

“Oh so you can dish it but can’t take it?” She laughed, snapping a second shot of him, as he reached for her with his long arms, he had her easily. Not that she was really trying to escape.

She giggled, handing him the camera. “I’d like to see you work, sometime.”

“I’d like you to actually pose for me.” He kissed her shoulder reaching past her for the little bag she was avoiding. He reached into it, pulling out exactly what she feared a little light blue velvet box. She held her breath. “Wearing nothing but these.” He opened the box and she doubled her intake of air.

It was a pair of two carat cushion cut color change Alexandrite studs, set in sterling silver. “Oh my God.” She put her hand to her chest. “They’re gorgeous.”

“I know you only ever wear these diamonds, but I thought maybe since you have the other holes. Their Alexandrite, you’re birthstone.”

“I know… Thank you, so much… I never think to wear anything else.” She took the box, taking the studs out and putting them in her secondary holes, past the three carat diamonds she always wore. “These, were my mother’s. So I never take them out. The other holes I got when I was young.”

“You’re still young.” He smiled as she lifted her hair off her shoulders and neck, showing him the greenish purple sparkling gems. He picked up the camera and snapped a photograph.

“No fair.”

“Plenty fair.”

“No, you said you wanted me to model in just this, I’ve got on too much.”

“Really?” He asked watching her as she stood up, she sucked on her lip, a sure sign a
yes
was imminent. “Yes!” He sounded like a schoolboy.

“But I want to do it right!” She called after him as he disappeared into the closet. She could hear him fumbling around, and sat down nervously, crossing and uncrossing her legs, pulling down on his T-shirt. She had clothes of her own here, but really liked wearing his band T-shirts, there was something about it that made her feel welcomed and safe ever since the first night he had made her stay. “What are you doing?” She called after him.

He reappeared with his hands full of metal and fabric, putting it all down on the floor. He put up a hand with a finger upturned. “One sec.” He ran out of the room, and she could hear him taking the steps possibly two or three at a time. Then clanging and banging downstairs. Rushing up he came back in with lamps and poles.

“What is all of that?”

“My lights and equipment. You did say you wanted to do it right. Well it’s a little more than just point and shoot… Here, let me make the bed and move the canvas out from the window space so you can move around if you want to.” The eagerness in his voice was palatable, and beginning to spread to her as she watched him set up the room for
her
. He made up the bed with deep purple silk sheets, and a black sateen duvet cover. With large pillows in all sizes and shapes. Some purple, some black, others were silver and gold.

She’d seen the new set before, he had just never used it. She assumed it was just there until the weather change. She moved around the room staying out of his way as he set up the lights, using his step ladder to place them high in the ceiling so she wouldn’t run into them, only have to watch the wires at her feet. The lamps were covered by screens that filtered color, and set the mood.

“Okay, I think I’ve got it all set.” He smiled proudly, his breathing hard as he wiped sweat off of his brow. “Phew.”

“So where, how do you want me?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Anywhere, everywhere. Always.” He smirked. “But why don’t we start out on the bed? You can keep my shirt on at first, if it makes you more comfortable with the camera.”

“Okay, and pointers?”

“A few, anything you do, do it half speed, and remember one other thing.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re beautiful.”

She smiled, walking slowly to the bed. She pulled her knee up onto its firm cushion and he began to shoot. She laughed.

“What?”

“It’s so quiet. I can hear my racing heart, and your breathing.” She continued to crawl across the bed. He backed up from the edge, hitting the stereo. Her favorite band playing out from the surround sound speakers. “Better?” He smirked as she stopped, listening a moment, sticking out her tongue.

“So, much.” She lifted her arms above her head, stretching, arching her back, the T-shirt lifting off her knees, just hinting at the patch of fiery red curls beneath.

“That’s perfect, lean back just a hair more…”

***

She listened as he talked her through each twist and bend. Eventually taking off the T-shirt. She hid playfully behind the pillows, throwing them at him. Until only a single large square remained. She twisted her hair up clipping it into place, then ran a hand across her breasts, covering the nipples as she kneeled up, her body slightly turned on the bed, the sheet wrapped around her legs like ribbon. She slowly removed the final pillow, her other hand instantly moving to cover her scar.

“No, don’t.” Matthew ordered gently. “Don’t cover it up.”

“I’m just…”

Matthew let his camera drop against his chest, walking over to her. Taking her hands away from her front, he kissed her softly, then took the camera off from around his neck. She smiled thinking he was going to join her on the bed and pulled her legs out from under her. “Let’s try it like this…” He took the strap off of the camera, and pulled her hands behind her back. She gasped as he tied them together above her head, behind her neck. “I’m not hurting you am I?” He kissed her shoulder, turning her back to him. The position instantly arched her back, pushing her chest forward.

“No, this is okay.” She wiggled her fingers at him. With a nervous laugh. “I’m gonna have a hard time moving gracefully though.”

“Then I guess I’ll have to move you.” He kissed her nipples.

“Hmm. Does each readjustment come with a fondle?”

“Perhaps, if I like the position...”

***

“You know I can’t stay the night. Eventually they are going to come banging on the door.”

“I know.” Matthew heaved a heavy sigh. “How long until things go back to normal?”

“For you or for me?” She laughed. “Let’s face it, nothing about us has been any sort of real normal.”

“You’ve got a point there. But you know what I mean. When does he leave?”

“I told you I don’t know. It’s a double edge sword. He’s my dad. I want him here, so badly, and at the same time, he’s got these bad habits so I can’t have him around.”

“I get it.” Matthew sat up.

“I don’t know that you do. I mean what you and your mom have it’s
very
different.”

“I do have a father…”

She eyed him inquisitively, as he sat up some in the bed with a sigh.

“There’s something I didn’t think I
needed
to tell you. But the night you ended up in the hospital, Harold mentioned Gerald Mcloughlin.”

Now it was her turn to sit up.
Damn it Harold.
She spat in her mind. How much
had
he told them? “That’s the deal that I’ve been trying to close for the last year.”

“Yeah, I know that
now
. Thing is. Matthew was originally my middle name.”

She squinted trying to reason what she was being told. “What are you saying?”

“What I’m saying is my original birth certificate read Gerald Matthew Mcloughlin.” He ran his hands through his hair as she slid down the end of the bed.

“No… We did a thorough background check. We’d have found
that
out.”

“My father paid a lot of money to make sure we were left alone. My mother and him got swept up before he married Constance. I just sort of happened. They got married so I wouldn’t be a
bastard
. But his family had it annulled, and it broke my mother’s heart.”