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  Our lips touched. It was brief, sweet, with delicate moves and soft touching. I cut the contact before it was too late to come back from. I left the car and the cold air assaulted me. I moved to the other side of the car and met Audrey. I kissed her again and gave her my hand, in which she breathlessly took and intertwined our fingers.

  We walked for a few minutes, and soon we were walking by the bridge that held Big Ben right next to it.

  “I was here before, lots of times, but it never ceases to amaze me how a city can be this beautiful, especially at night.”

  I nodded, suddenly wondering when and how she had been here before. The feeling of jealously took over me, something that I didn’t remember if I had ever felt in my life. I didn’t want to scare her, so I didn’t say anything.

  We soon got to London Eye, which glowed blue at night. I took Audrey to a restaurant right next to it.

  I saw and took every expression she made. She was utterly beautiful when she was surprised and saw something she liked. When we entered the restaurant, I noticed how her fingers trembled between mine. It was as though she was experiencing something new.

  In which we were, I suppose.

  Now, without her overcoat, looking as lovely as a royalty does, we were sitting by a table with a view that we could clearly see Big Ben, the London Eye and the river. Putting my hand on the table, I waited for her touch. In seconds, her palm was above my own. God, how I loved the feel of her.

  After ordering our foods, I noticed that Audrey started to relax.

  “Now, please tell me why did you decide to become an Au Pair.”

  She cleared her throat and gave me a gentle smile. “As you know, children always was a huge part of my life. I adore them. But I decided to become an Au Pair because I wanted to change the air and experience something different.” Her smile was suddenly gone. “I wanted to get away.”

  She knew the question I was about to ask. “From what?” Or was it a who?

  “My…hmm…my brother passed away a few months ago,” she said, emotionless as she picked her glass of water and took a sip.

  I sighed and closed my eyes. “I shouldn’t have started with that question. Forgive me.”

  “It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize,” she said, sounding normal again. “I was preparing for his death for years before it actually happened.” She saw me frown. “Lucas had thyroid cancer. He was diagnosed when he was eleven, and the cancer took him when he turned sixteen. He was a fighter that little guy. He told me to start living my life as a grown up.” I watched her talk, mesmerized by the intensity of love I saw in her eyes and the way she talked about him. “He thought I spent too much time with children. That I needed to find a man to fall in love with.”

  “He was a smart one.”

  She nodded, now excited. “Yeah, I see a lot of himself in Rachel. There are times I think about how they would be the best of friends. Even with the age difference. It’s weird.”

  Her smile was enticing, completely captivating me. My stare was only interrupted because our food arrived.

  “What about you? Why did you decide to become a detective chief inspector?”

  Oh, boy. “It isn’t an easy way of saying it, so I’m just going to say it.” I noticed how she stopped moving her fork as her attention turned entirely to me. “My father was murdered when I was eight.”

  “Oh, no,” she said, completely horrified. “Our questions are not good, are they?”

  For some reason, that made me smile. “It’s just life. We are getting to know each other; these subjects would come out sooner or later.”

  Audrey nodded. “You’re right.”

  A few seconds of silence passed because we began to enjoy the taste of food in our plates.

  “I was inspired by the detectives that brought my father justice,” I continued. “I wanted to have that power in my hands. The power to help the people next to the victims. To know that the person who killed someone you love is behind bars our even dead, is the best thing I could give them.”

  Audrey swallowed her food, than took a sip of wine that the waiter had brought moments before.

  “I get it. I truly am. I just don’t like the danger around it.”

  “You mean that guy that were in front of the house,” I said and she nodded.

  “I don’t want to see you hurt. I care about you.”

  I understood her. “Don’t worry. I take care of myself.”

  Audrey looked down. “That doesn’t change how I feel. I do worry.”

  God, she was precious.

  “I like that you care,” I said, making her gaze return to me. “It’s another reason for me to come home to.”

  We had both stopped eating. Now, we only gazed at each other. Finally, Audrey nodded, maybe accepting what I had said.

  “What about your parents? How are they dealing with Lucas’ death?”

  “As much as you would expect, I guess,” she said, coming back to eating. “They took a time away from their jobs and are now traveling around everywhere. I think they finally realized that life can end at any minute and decided to do what they had in their plans for years into motion. I’m happy for them. After decades of never ending work, they are finally living.”

  “My mother is somewhere in Scotland. She owns a bookstore and she found someone,” I said before she could even ask.

  “Who knows, maybe my parents are there now, getting to know them.” Her smile was intense.

  “Maybe they are.” I gave her what I could. My smiles weren’t deep and enthralling like hers.

  We talked about favorite movies, favorite books, places, and people. We boarded every subject. The important ones and the silly ones. And, God, how we laughed.

  Hours later, we were out of the restaurant, totally satisfied with the food, the talks and all the gaze. Now, we were walking by the bridge. I had Audrey leaning over me, hugging my chest as my arms enveloped her body.

  We saw a lighting clear the sky. “Wow, I haven’t even seen how heavy the clouds were,” Audrey said.

  “A thunderstorm is coming.”

  “We should hurry, then.”

  I looked at her. “We got some time.”

  We started kissing, there, on the bridge, while the magical lights of Big Ben poured down on us. Audrey’s lips never felt more amazing. Her tongue had a mixture of wine and expensive food. Everything simply felt like a dream. I was overwhelmed with feelings and Audrey was the main reason for it.

  A thunder resonated, seconds later rain started to fall while it mingled with our wet and passionate kiss. Audrey let out a scream when the simple rain turned into a downpour. We were left running together in search of my vehicle.

  The minute we reached the car, we were drenched. Torrent rain gushed to every window, leaving us in complete anonymity inside the warmth of the vehicle. The darkness and the sounds was enough to scare anyone, but Audrey’s heavy breathing along with my own, in result of all the running, held my entire attention.

  Gazing at her was enough to set my body on fire. Her hair was glued to her face, the same as her clothing. I could see her hard nipples poking in her dress and I could see every droplet of water in her naked legs. I was instantly hard for her.

  With my jeans almost hurting my new erection, I moved myself between the seats and went for the back, where we would have more space.

  “Audrey, come here,” I said, demanding, a little louder than usual because of the heavy rain. As she looked above her shoulder, I didn’t waste any time. My hands were already unbuckling my belt and moving my jeans and boxers to my knees. I saw her worried look as she bit her lower bit. “No one will see us through this rain, baby. Now, come here. I need you.”

  Right where she was, I saw her hands move underneath her dress and run her panties through her thighs. Leaving the fabric behind, she moved to where I was and settled herself on my lap. She was quick to remove my shirt and to run her fingers through my chest and arms. The contact was so intense and pleasurab
le that left us moaning.

  I was about to remove her dress, but she soon stopped me. “No,” she said. “I just want to be naked for you.” It was implied she didn’t want to be caught naked by anyone.

  It was the perfect thing to say. She only wanted to be seen naked by me. Her body was mine alone to gaze upon. My erection pulsed in my stomach, so hard and ready to possess and mark the woman in front of me. And the way she stared at me was fantastic. Her wet body dripped all over me, sending endless sparks to everywhere.

  My palm went for the back of her neck, lowering her mouth to mine. Our tongues were now completely familiar with one another, making her open up for me the moment our lips touched. Her hands grabbed my erection between our bodies, taking me by surprise. My hip moved forward and my cock jumped by her cold and smooth hands as I roared in my throat.

  My fingers found her right shoulder, finding the thin strap of her dress. “Your nipple will be in my mouth while my hand will be around it. No one will see.” I felt the need to tell her, to explain and let it be implied how much I wanted her skin in my mouth.

  With her nod, I lowered the fabric. The moment her nipple came into view, my mouth was already covering and sucking as my hand felt and hid the weight around it. Hearing her moans, her head fell back. Her hands never stopped her assault on my erection, pumping up and down as I breathed hard on her right breast.

  Covering her, I moved on to her other breast. Lost in desire, as if someone had just pulled a plug, Audrey moved forward and buried herself into me. Without letting our bodies adjust, she was already moving her hips wildly against me. Right there, she held all the control.

  “Fuck, baby,” I grunted, resting my head back. Watching her, I covered her exposed breast with my palm while she rode my hard length while I run my other hand to through her chest and neck. “I won’t last long. I’m almost there.” She was so warm and tight, it was difficult to hold the pleasure inside myself for too long.

  Her eyes stared at my own as she continued to move her hips as her life depended on it. She watched me as I slid the tip of my thumb in my mouth and lowered to her clit. Where I rubbed again and again until a tiny shriek tore from her throat. Her body convulsed above me, tightening my cock buried deep inside her. With one last thrust, I was climaxing and shooting my semen into her core.

  When our breathing took a normal rhythm, I noticed how the rain had lowered it’s force and it was safe to drive. As if reading my thoughts, Audrey slid from me with a last sigh and moved to the front.

  “Rachel will spend the night with Gloria. We’ll have the house for ourselves for the rest of the night. Let’s go enjoy it.”

  She didn’t have to say twice. I was already dressed, hard, and ready to go. Sitting on the front and getting the car started I risked a glance at Audrey. She was cleaning herself between her thighs. Her panties came out with my cum attached to it. It I wasn’t already hard, that would have done it. Now, I was pulsing and desperate for more of her.

  Chapter Six

  I knew I had him on the speed limit because of what he had seen me doing in the car. We just had had a passionate connection a few moments ago, but my pussy still pulsed with need and with the necessity of being possessed by him. My breathing was heavy like the rain outside. The air inside the car was so thick I felt ready to combust. Then, I was sawing my legs together, counting the seconds where I could feel him inside me again.

  When the car stopped, we were both out the door and running to the house in long steps. The rain wetted us again, but the moment we were inside the house it didn’t really mattered. It only got things more intense.

  It was as if I was someone else, completely overtaken by this overwhelming force that came crashing down on me like it had happened on the car. The need to have him just one more time before things got complicated. My time as an Au Pair wasn’t forever, it only lasted for six months and almost two was already out the window.

  Thomas was just as wild as I was. The minute the door was locked, my back on the wall with his body against mine as he kissed me desperately. His hands were furious along my body, holding me tightly as though I was about to be pulled away from him. His palm ran on my chest, along the valley between my breasts and then it was on my thigh, throwing my leg over his own as the bulge in his jeans touched my bare pussy.

  I couldn’t stop kissing him, my hands holding his face, possessing his mouth while he assaulted me with his touches. I didn’t know how I could even breathe, it was too much and not enough at the same time. Thomas’ desperate hands lifted to my breasts, where he grabbed and filled up with his palms. Soon, all I heard was a rip of fabric and cool air hitting my hardened nipples. Breaking our kiss, I looked down and saw Thomas ripping my black dress in half.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, breathless. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

  “It don’t care about the dress,” I whispered, taking his ear with my teeth.

  “I just need you so much.”

  Completely naked now, Thomas was free to lower his mouth along my neck while his hands traveled on my thighs and bottom. Running my fingers through his hair, I watched him take a pointed tip inside his mouth. I whimpered with need and from the contact.

  Wanting to touch him also, I used how vulnerable he was and shifted him to the wall. Surprised by my action, I saw him smile while his eyes begged to be in control. Taking his example, my fingers met the thin fabric of his shirt and I ripped it apart. Buttons went flying everywhere while the rigorous rain hid the sounds. His shirt now on the floor, my hands got busy with his solid and large chest. I kissed his collarbone as his hand gripped my hair and the other grabbed my ass.

  I kissed his wall of pure muscle while his hard breathing invaded my ear and his cock made a pressure on my stomach. My fingers lowered to the bulge between his legs, where I touched him through the fabric. When he sighed, I desperately went for his belt. Freeing his long thickness, I pump up and down.

  I was about to get down on my knees when Thomas changed the game. He took my mouth, kissing me hardly while he took both my hands and pushed them behind my back, making me impossible to touch him or do anything else altogether.

  I decided to change the game too by biting on his lip. With a grunt, he loosed his hold on me and that was enough for my escape. I didn’t run to the living room because I knew I had a few extra seconds for Thomas to take his pants off. Listening to his sounds of undressing and the sounds of the rain, I walked to the living room. The darkness took the place hostage, but I adored the little streams of light that was able to escape from the windows from the street lamps.

  Then, Thomas’ chest was behind my back, making me walk faster until my stomach hit the furniture that held the TV. My hair was pushed from my neck, where his lips started to kiss. His palm rested on my stomach as I felt his incredible pulsing erection on my bottom. Thomas roughly grabbed my hair, taking me by surprise while I moaned. My arm hit a lamp that fell and crashed on the floor.

  The sound, alongside with the rain, only added fuel to the fire.

  “Can I take you like this?”

  Only by his question in my ear, I knew that his wife didn’t like falling out of the script of the missionary position. It wasn’t a bad thing, but it was such a great and pleasurable position.

  “Oh, yes, Thom,” I whispered, intertwining our fingers with his hand that rested on my stomach.

  For an easy penetration, I bent a little on the furniture and I separated my legs a little wider, simply waiting for his glorious invasion. His face never left the back of my neck, his body touching mine from head to toe. His breathing was heavy, and I could sense he was taking his time to begin a position that he didn’t use for at least a while.

  Slowly, I felt the head of his erection pushing home, and a few seconds later, after kissing my shoulder, Thomas buried himself deep inside me. He grunted loudly on my shoulder, where he let his teeth softly sink in. He was anything but gentle when he started to move. It was wild, fierce and goddamned amazing.
Our intertwined hands never left my stomach, but with his free one, Thomas ran along my thigh, sinking his nails on my skin while ripples of heaven penetrated my whole body.

  The heavy tempest that was our bodies, I wasn’t surprised when the first signs of an orgasm appeared. I was almost there when I felt Thomas’ hand sliding between my thighs and finding that spot filled with nerve endings. It only took a few strokes and then I was left screaming while my body felt like Jell-O.

  Our wet bodies from the rain were slippery and mixing with the lovemaking sweat. It was an incredible feeling. It was the best feeling though, having Thomas climaxing inside me as he bit into my shoulder blade. It was so unlike anything he ever did that a fire rose inside me that I had another orgasm.

  We stayed connected until our breathing subsided. Thomas kissed and ran along his tongue on the place where he bit. It burned like hell, but I was finally marked by him.

  “Let’s get to bed,” he murmured and slid away from me.

  But I wasn’t ready to call it a night. I wanted more. In seconds, I turned to him and dropped to my knees. I gripped his semi hard erection and I started to suck the head, swallowing a few more drops of semen that came out.

  “Audrey,” Thomas said, half-grunting, half-screaming, totally surprised. “Jesus Christ.” He almost fell because of how sensitive his cock was. His hips didn’t stop trembling along with his moaning.

  He fisted my hair and watched me as I made him thick and long again. Noticing we were on the living room carpet, I laid there on my stomach and opened my legs, only waiting for him.

  It didn’t take long for me to feel his body on top of my own. Thomas didn’t wait to fill me this time, he began to take hard and long strokes as he kissed the side of my face. He gripped my hip tightly as he moved and slammed into me. I could feel droplets of water or sweat drip on my skin. The new position was wonderful, especially since I could only sense the weight of his body and couldn’t see his movements. I was at his complete and utter mercy.