ok I lied this chapter is not graphic. sex scene tho? :)
Her lips press against my neck as we lay on the most comfortable bed I've seen in weeks. A steady mumble of her name on my lips is the only thing I can muster as two fingers slip inside of me.
We arrived in El Paso about half an hour earlier, the city so small and the streets so familiar to her, we were at the front door of the safe house in no time. The house was average, not too big, not too small, and was well kempt. Anyone who drove by could easily assume a small middle class family owned the house. I guess it was this fact that made it perfect for being a safe house. Inside was ordinary as well, but I haven't really had a look around. As soon as Lizzy and I got here, she'd slammed me onto her bed and shoved her fingers up my pussy.
"Li-zzy," I moan. Her body presses against mine, and she curls her fingers making me scream in pleasure. I grab onto the hem of her shirt and squeeze my eyes shut as she continues. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
She laughs to herself, a deep throaty laugh. Her fingers gradually quicken pace, slowly building up towards my orgasm as her kisses turn to bites. "Scream my name," she says in between bites. I can barely breathe, let alone follow instructions. Her words almost immediately slip from my mind as pleasure takes over my body. "Scream my name," she says again, this time through her teeth.
"Lizzy," I moan again.
"Scream it," she says.
Her fingers move faster, the same movement over and over, hitting all the right spots over and over. I'm unbelievably close to an orgasm; I feel it creeping up on me. I can't help but moan and groan as my focus moves from Lizzy's lips on my neck to my pussy, back and forth. I think she notices that I'm almost there too because she removes her fingers from inside of me and her lips abandon my neck with a smirk. I'm about to ask her what the fuck she's doing before her mouth moves to finish off what her fingers didn't. That's when she gets what she asks for.
"LIZZY!" I scream. My legs wrap around her neck instinctively, pushing her face further into me. "Fuck, Lizzy, fuck. Fuck."
It only takes a few seconds for me to come with the help of her tongue. I let out one last scream before I'm left breathless and motionless, replaying every detail of what had just happened in my head. She lies down next to me and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. I'm paralyzed with ecstasy; the only movement I can muster is the rise and fall of my chest and blinking. I don't even move my eyes; they just stare straight up at the ceiling. I don't even see Lizzy moving up over me to hover over my limp body.
"How was that?" she asks.
"How was that?" I repeat breathlessly. "How was that...?"
She laughs and pushes a strand of hair out of my face. "You're so sweaty."
"How are you so good at that?" I ask her. She smiles to herself and sits up on the king sized bed, pushing the covers away from our bodies. "Like really, I've never had sex like that before."
She looks down at her fingernails before looking back at me. "Have you ever been with a girl before?" I nod. "They didn't feel like that?" I shake my head no. "Really?"
"You have a natural gift."
"I've slept with girls before," she says. "I find it's better than fucking guys, you know? Girls stop when you orgasm and they know what you like, guys don't. They think shoving their dick against your clit is hot. It's like they cum and that's it."
I laugh and pull myself up. Spending the last few weeks with her made me realize how empty my sex life has been. With men, you don't get half the pleasure and satisfaction you get with women. But with Lizzy, it's the best sex I've ever had in my life. I slip my wig off my head and toss it to the floor next to the bed, my black hair finally getting a chance to breathe. I ruffle my natural hair before moving closer to Lizzy. She takes me in her arms and I take a final deep breath, taking in the cigarette smell that constantly stuck to her clothes.
"How am I?" I ask. "Like where do I stand on the list of people you've fucked?"
She shrugs, and I'm afraid she's going to give my fingers a bad review, but she says, "Why don't you remind me?"
I smirk and my hand crawls to her underpants, sliding under the waistband.
It's dinnertime. I'm not even hungry, just exhausted from the afternoon spent in bed with Lizzy. I light a cigarette and take a long drag, trying to relax my tired muscles from a long day of sex. It's been about three hours of constant orgasms and trying to recover from them. I think it's safe to say I'm pretty high on the list of Lizzy's ex lovers, even though she's failed to tell me so. The way she's been screaming my name for the last few hours told me everything I needed to know. Her body is limp and drenched in sweat, lying lifelessly next to mine. I take another drag looking at her. I decide to give her a little break, but I know this might resume later tonight; I can't get enough of her.
I reach for the remote control that lies on the bedside table, a foot away from me. The television that hangs ahead of us flicks on with the push of a button, and the news is on. I keep it on out of curiosity, just to see if the local station will bring our names up.
"Breaking news this afternoon as word gets out from Miami; there were no survivors in the tragic plane crash that happened just over the city. For those of you just joining us, a commercial plane was shot down just over the Miami airport, the plane consisting of one hundred forty passengers flying in from Los Angeles to Paris. At three-thirty-four eastern time, the plane was shot down in Florida, making this the deadliest terrorist attack to happen on United States soil since 9/11."
The reporter goes on about the tragedy, there are the usual interviews made by civilians who witnessed the attack and so on, absolutely nothing about the two of us. In fact, the reports on the attack make the people who did it more wanted than Lizzy and I. Now we were forgotten, someone bigger and more threatening had the eyes of the public. This could mean I am free to go home.
