Jon Reskind: Sir Launcelot volume 1

"On one condition… you don't run off and slip something on," he said, grinning, his blue eyes alive with swirling bits of obvious lust that were sparking unbelievable tiny sensations inside her.

It had always been the same, every time they were together, but tonight… hell, he had to have her, or go out of his mind, he decided emphatically. Susan could hardly control her trembling. Dear God, she hoped it wasn't noticeable. She even felt wet down between her legs, and he hadn't been in the room two minutes.

"Sit!" she ordered, half-smiling.

"No changes?"

"No changes… at present, anyway."

She went to the kitchen, an open view from where he sat in the one comfortable chair, and talked back over her shoulder.

"Nadine's gone to the movies with Ann Trent," she said, pulling the ice-tray from the refrigerator. "I thought a little change of mental ideas would do her good."

"She should make a habit of studying movies the acting… the same with TV," he said.

"I've talked to my old teacher about taking her. He's hip to the idea. He thinks she sounds like great material… and I can tell you that Eben Lang is one of the best. Expensive, but the best."

Susan paused in her concocting and turned to look through the shell of her apartment to where he sat. "What do you mean, expensive?"

He laughed. "Like money, baby. But don't worry, we'll see to that. Let's have her get a couple of these beauty things behind her first, and maybe some high school acting."

"She's all enthused about the acting idea, Jamey," Susan said. "She talked to her school drama teacher and he wants her to try out for the next play."

"Great… great," he said, his mind a million miles from his words. "That's what she needs… any and all kinds of experience." Damn, he'd stake his life that she had the most beautiful legs he'd ever not seen… and she was naked beneath that robe. She'd just gotten out of the bath… she had to be! Shit, he could cum right in his shorts thinking about it. His prick was half-hard and he hadn't laid a hand on her. In fact, now that he thought about it, when had he touched her, except by accident? Only yesterday, when they'd moved, she'd let him kiss the sheer white-skin of her cheek where those blue-veins in their almost-transparent beauty, intrigued him. And he'd hardly slept all night. Christ, there'd never been a woman like her, not in his life, anyway…

"There," she said, re-entering the room and handing him his glass, then taking the end of the davenport across from him. "So… how do you like our little place?"

He watched her ease herself gracefully into the corner of the sofa, catching at her robe as she crossed her legs, but not before he caught a flickering view of white smooth, outer-thigh flesh, and his cock lurched in his pants excitedly.

"Cosy," he said, his eyes dwelling upon the fine-lined bone structure of her smiling, enchanting face, the absence of makeup and her unbelievable, girl-like freshness intriguing him. Her tiny white teeth sparkled, enframed in the natural redness of her full mouth, while those eyes… oh Christ, those magnificent, exotic eyes were too much…

"Yeah, you've got quite a place here. A little open, but there's a warmth, nevertheless. I think it's you."

Susan ran the tip of her tongue along her upper lip. She raised her drink and sipped at it, while he did the same, nearly consuming half of his. Dear God, they were playing a game, weren't they, she realized. Yes… yes, they were… both waiting and watching for the cue that would allow them to come together. And she wanted him! Face it! She wanted him! How long had it been? Months… a lifetime, really! God… God. She had to keep control of herself… couldn't give in to this wanton desire that was eating at her… He said something; she answered. She said something; he answered. Again and again. She made a second drink… a third… then, he was on the couch beside her… his arms went around her… she gave herself… he kissed her…

"Damn. Susan!" he gasped. "I can't wait any longer!"

It had been nothing more than a kiss and an embrace. He'd crushed her to him, her palpitating, hard-nippled breasts flattening against his chest, his lips hot and eager. Nothing more than that.

"I-I know," she heard herself respond. "I know, darling… but we have to."

"Why? Why? My God…"

"We have to!" she snapped, worming herself from his grasp and gaining her feet. "There's Nadine… and there's Cal…"

"Cal's dead! For God's sake, Susan… Cal's dead!"

"And what about Shelly Granger?" she had thrown at him, before she'd even realized what she'd said. But she couldn't help herself. The flaming redheaded beauty he had brought to the estate to play with for a couple of weeks just before Cal's death had been almost more than she could bear. She'd never known such jealousy… and then, on that very day when her husband had taken his own life, the girl had disappeared…

"W-Who?"

"Shelly Granger!" she spat, walking aimlessly around the room. "Oh, don't tell me she didn't mean something to you, Jamey Halo. Beautiful… sexy… an actress… you slept with her didn't you?"

"Y-Yes… I slept with her. She was a pig… a smalltime pig, trying to make her way up," he said, watching her closely. "And I sent her away."

"But not before you had your fill of her, eh?" Susan half-spat, unable now to control her emotions. "Was she good, Jamey? Did she kiss it? Suck it for you…"

He could barely believe the licentious word-meaning tumbling from her luscious lips in rage… jealous rage, he reasoned. A brand new sensation of excitement roared through him. He just couldn't believe it! She was jealous! And at first, he'd been afraid… but there was nothing to be afraid of… her confused frustrations proved that. He arose from the davenport and went to her, took her into his arms and pressed his tall frame slowly, but tightly, against her, his hard throbbing prick imbedding itself into the soft flesh of her abdomen and belly in undeniable demand, his hands caressing the small of her back and her buttocks through the warm softness of her robe.

Susan whimpered in his arms, not struggling. Ohhhhh, she had never wanted anything more in her life than that magnificent shaft pressing into the soft flesh of her belly… she could imagine it slipping inside her… up into the hot, velvety, moist channel of her wanting, needing vagina… strong, warm and masculine… bringing her ecstatic peace… entrancing bliss as it plunged and rubbed in and out of her… but… but, she mustn't… she mustn't…

He kissed her and played at her lips with the tip of his tongue. She left them open, like ripe grapes to be plucked, and he taunted them, went behind them to her teeth, speared into her mouth, while her hot, sweet breath panted into his face, and his hand slipped inside her robe to her breast, massaging, stroking, his finger-tips working ever toward its nipple to caress and roll it teasingly between them.

He was overwhelmed with the firm fullness of her breast! Certainly, something medically plastic had to be done to make their sleek warmness stand so erect to his hand… but, he knew this was not so. They encompassed the full breast of their side, not elongated, never pulpy, but strong and firm, still resilient. Christ, he was going to lose his mind! She was like velvet to his touch, yet hot and respondent, and his cock was leaping against the soft warm flesh of her belly. He pulled the tying strip of her robe apart and let his hands run down the length of her slightly delineated ribs to her hips… then smoothed them slowly back over her satin-like buttocks. She came tighter against him with his demand.

Susan moaned beneath his hands. Her brain swirled madly. Desire and need fought for the supreme, but the facial aspects of Nadine were over crowding all things… Dear God, how she wanted him to bury his beautiful young penis inside the depths of her hungry vagina! Oh, how she needed him… wanted him… loved him!