Chapter 206

When Brie finally emerged from her and David's room, the living room was pretty much clean.  There was no evidence that she had just splattered her cousin all over the living room.  She paused and watched David run a Rug Doctor over the largest of the blood stains and smiled to herself.

David felt her presence in the room and tore is attention away from the massive spot of blood.  "Feeling better?" he called over the noise of the machine he was using.

"Yeah, actually", she called out.

He turned off the rug cleaner.  "I'm glad.  What did you do with the bloody, brain matter splattered clothes?"

"I tossed them out the window to Morbus.  He came to the bathroom door and said that he was going to start a burn pile out back."

David nodded.  "Ok, because if you hadn't done anything with them yet, I was going to tell you to do just that.  Give them to Morbus so he can burn them."

She smiled.  "Always trying to look out for me, aren't you?"

He nodded.  "It's kinda in the job description, honey."

She stretched up and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.  "Thank you.  And, I can see that you're still worried that I've gone completely off my rocker, aren't you?"

He nodded.  "Yeah, I am."

She took his hands and started pulling him toward the stairs.  "How about I show you just how not crazy I am?"

"I'd rather you show me just how CRAZY you ARE", he said with a grin.

"Hey Danny", she called out.

"What's up?" he asked when he came into the room.

"Can you finish cleaning up the blood spatter from where I shot my cousin?  I have to prove to David that I haven't gone completely out of my mind."

Dan grinned.  "Sure thing, sis.  It will be gone before you get back."

She smiled, then turned and bolted up the stairs, dragging David behind her.

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There was nothing he could have said that would have deterred her.  Once they were in their room, she locked the door and pushed him down on their bed.  As soon as his back connect with the mattress, she was on top of him, her legs straddling his hips, her lips pressed to his.  He wasn't going to get the opportunity to argue with her, or try to take control of the situation.  It was HER turn to call the shots in the bedroom.

It had been too long since he let her take control.  Too long indeed.  He needed to be taken instead of being the one doing the taking.  Anyway, he loved it when she took charge.  It showed him that he wasn't the only one that was still passionate about their marriage.

Her small, but strong hands pushed his shirt up and her nimble fingers traced over the six pack she'd fought long and hard to help him get and keep.  Soon, his shirt was off and in the floor.

His hands traced up her spine, pushing her shirt up as he went.  Once his hands brushed against her bra, his nimble fingers unclasped it with one hand, then pushed the shirt and bra off her body over her head.  His hands then slid down her back and around to the front of her body to unfasten her jeans.

Her hips ground against his as her made his way from her lips to her neck, making her cry out.  God, how she wanted him.  She needed him.  She needed him to chase away the ghost in her mind; the ghost of the woman she'd just ended.

He got her jeans worked off her hips and down her legs, letting them fall into the floor.  She wasn't wearing anything under her jeans which was very rare indeed.  Not that he was complaining, though.  He loved it when she teased him like that.

She could feel his straining against his jeans, so, she decided it was time to free him of his denim prison.  Her small nimble fingers moved lithely, unsnapping his jeans and tugging them off his hips.  Once they lay in the floor, along with his boxers, she could feel him pressed against her stomach, hard and ready.  Her own body clinched tighter and became slicker.

Oh, yeah, she's ready, he thought to himself.  This is her show though.  If I move before she wants me to, she'll be pissed.  So, with that thought in mind, he laid still and let her take advantage of him.

She made her way down his body, leaving a trail of kisses as she went, until she reached his swollen shaft.  After giving it a long, hot lick and watching his eyes roll into the back of his head, she took him in her mouth and bobbed her head up and down, sliding him in and out as she sucked.

His breathing caught in his throat and he let go of a long shudder that rocked his whole body from head to toe.  Dear fucking GOD! If I'm not careful, she's going to make me cum now, he thought.  He kept an iron grip on his control and she played him like a finely tuned piano.

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Her body rose above his as her hips moved slowly, working him in and out of her.  Every time she moved, she moaned.  God it felt good to be with him like this.  They'd only made love a few times since moving into this house.  This was something that was going to have to start happening again a lot more often.

Though he loved it when she took control, he couldn't wait any longer.  He wanted to return the favor that she did him earlier when she pleasured him orally.  It wasn't enough to him to hear her moaning.  He wanted her to scream.  Scream his name.  In one smooth motion, he flipped her on her back and pulled out.

"David, what are you doing?" she asked breathlessly.

He put a finger against her lips.  "Shh.  Save what little breath you've got for the moment.  You're going to need it."  He stood above her, and, with his hands on her hips, he pulled her to the edge of the bed.

She knew where this was going and the knowledge made her burn.  Already, the fire that raged in her belly got hotter and more intense.

The knowledge in her eyes let him know that he was doing the right thing.  She'd pleased him, now it was his turn to do the same.  He dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms under her legs as she gazed at him over the length of her body.  Her eyes pleaded with him. Please do it.  Please take me.  I need you right now.  Please love me.  Slowly, he lowered his mouth to her, his tongue giving her one good, long lick and making her cry his name.  That's what he wanted.  He let his tongue lathe torturous circles over her clit, over and over until her felt her getting close.

She lifted her hips, trying to get him to touch every part of her and pressing his tongue harder against what it was already touching.  All he had to do was sit back and let her do the work.  With the rise and fall of her hips her release ebbed closer.

He used his forearms to hold her hips down to the mattress.  It wasn't fair that she did all the work.  But, while pressing her hips into the bed, he continued what she had started over and over again.

She couldn't take anymore.  She burst, "DA- VID", was all that escaped her as she struggled to breathe properly so that she could do what she knew he wanted her to do.

Finally, he moved back up her body after having cleaned up the mess he made, then shoved himself back inside knowing that she was tight enough for him to have to fight his way in.