Page 40 of Hello, Listener
“Yeah.” The console presses into my side as I close the gap between us, eager to kiss her beautiful lips. Her mouth parts, and my tongue slides in searching for hers. Sweetly, she returns the intimate touch, the feeling of her tongue against mine driving me crazy.
Pulling back slightly, I bite her bottom lip and grab her waist. She lets out a little whimper as I pull her onto my lap. She takes her time situating herself in the compact space between us. I know she can feel me hardening inside my jeans. Her breathing picks up with every kiss I place on the contours of her neck.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I admire her with my lips against her skin. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the night we were together,” I admitbetween kisses. “You are like my fucking drug, one that I can’t get enough of. I’ve missed you sofuckingmuch.”
She leans down and returns my kiss with one that takes my breath away. I move my hands along the open space between her waist and the bottom of her shirt. Her little moans drive me crazy when I slip my hands underneath, fingertips trailing up sensitive skin on her midriff. Unable to stop myself, I grab her perfect tits.
“I need to see all of you.” I pull off her shirt and throw it next to us on the passenger seat. She grinds the thin piece of cloth that shields her pussy against my erection as my arms reach around her ribcage and unclasp her bright blue bra. I bite my lip and watch the straps slide down her arms, and her bra settles right where her thighs straddle my lap. I rub my thumbs over her nipples before replacing them with my tongue. I shudder at the way her fingernails dig into my forearms through my leather jacket. She slides the sleeves down my arms and grabs my biceps.
“Tell me again, Lee,” she says.
“Tell you what, Sweetheart?” I ask.At this point, I would do anything she asked me to do.
“Tell me youmissedme. Tell me you can’t stop thinking about me.” She leans in and kisses my neck. Goosebumps cover my skin as her hands trail down to the end of my shirt, and she pulls it over my arms.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” I tell her as she moves her hands over my tattoos. She traces her fingertips down each one until they reach the top of my pants. Her eyes pierce mine as her hands brush over my belt buckle. I stare down as she undoes the silver clasp. Her fingers deftly find the button of my jeans, and she sits further back on my thighs to expertly unbutton my pants.
I move my hands from her waist to the front of her black skirt. I fixate on her hazel eyes as I move the bottom of her skirt up her perfect hips.
“Take me out, Sweetheart.” I watch as she tugs the waistband of my boxers down, my cock finally springing free. She thumbs the drop of precum glistening on my tip, the feel of her soft hands almost making me come on the spot. “Fuck me, Thalia,” I beg.
She moves the small fabric that covers her pretty cunt and slides down on my cock. Her eyes roll back as she moves her hips in just the right way, and the way her wet warmth envelops me has a gasp of my own escaping past my lips.
“God, you’re fuckingperfect,Thalia,” I moan, grabbing her waist. I move my mouth up to meet hers. “You’re so fucking perfect and you’remine.” Our hips move in tandem with one another. “Fuck, Sweetheart,” I groan, and she moves her fingers through my curly waves. “I can feel how close you are.” My groans turn into deep moans along the curves of her slender neck.
“Yes,” Thalia’s moans are like my own form of heroin.
“That’s my girl. Keep moving like that.” The heat from our heavy breaths fogs the windows, concealing us both. Cloaking us from the busy city.I could do anything to this body of yours, and no one would ever know.“Whose girl are you, Thalia?”
“Yours,” she whimpers, and her body trembles on my dick.
“That’s right, baby. You’re mine.Fuck!Keep riding me like that until we both come.” Just like the good girl she is, she doesn’t stop. “Yes, Sweetheart. Just like that.”
“Fuck, Lee!”
“Come for me, Thalia.” Her grip on my hair tightens, nearly pulling out my locks. I feel her walls tighten around meas she drips down my length. “Yes, that’s it.Fuck.” She feels so fucking good, and I can’t help but come inside of her as her body crashes on top of mine.
Shit.This girl is going to be the death of me.
Someone’s Trash…
The black trash bags, which contain what’s left of my wife, loudly land in the dark green dumpster. I couldn't have found a better alley to make her final resting place.
“What do you think, baby?” I look down at the last black trash bag sitting next to my dark brown dress shoes. “Is this good enough for you?”
The last bag is a bit heavy, but I’m able to grab it by the red drawstrings and throw it in the dumpster with the others. “I know it’s a little smaller than what you’re used to.”
The area has been cleared of any signs of the investigation since they found Ruben, or as Thalia would call him, the neck tattoo guy. The now-famousalley in New York City is no longer considered a crime scene. The local businesses took notice and went back to refilling the dumpster with their trash as if nothing ever happened.
Looking over the edge of the dumpster, I find an empty spot near the back corner that’s a perfect fit for my garbage— my wife. She will be covered with rubbish from businesses and the locals on the street in a matter of days. Before too long, her body will bedumped in the city dump along with the rest of the litter in the city.
After I dump my undesirables, I dust off my long coat and dark brown slacks before heading next door for a quick drink.It’s been too long since I’ve seen my favorite bartender.
Thalia is a sight to see through the glass door. She stands with her back to the bar. Her eyes focus on the large screen of her phone. I watch her delicate, pale fingers scroll through what I assume is some social network app. Her black fingernails bring me back to the memory of watching her in her apartment.
What a lovely night that was.
