Decker looked down at Lulu splayed out on the table, surrounded by what remained of their food. Without even thinking, he stuck a couple of fingers into the tin of Beluga and plucked out a soupçon of caviar. Slowly, languorously, he rubbed the tiny gray eggs onto each of her nipples. Then, he started to suck on them, one after the other.
“Fuck me,” she cried. “Fuck me hard.”
Decker wrapped a hand around her throat and held her fast to the table. Then, he bit her neck, just below her left earlobe, and continued to bite all the way down to her shoulder.
She moaned and tightened her grip on his hips.
Decker shoved his hands under her buttocks and lifted her easily to the edge of the table. He sat down on the chair, holding her legs open the whole time, and buried his mouth in between them. He ran his tongue the full length of her slit. She was soaking wet. Her juices flowed all over his face. He buried his tongue deep inside of her, then ran it up to her clit, tugging gently on the labial skin with his lips on each side on the way.
Lulu continued to moan. Her hips bucked as he licked and sucked on her clitoris. Keeping one hand under her buttocks, supporting her back and lifting her into his mouth, he reached around with the other and slowly and gently inserted a finger inside of her. She was so wet, the digit slid into her easily. He added another, curling them up as if he were beckoning to her, pressing the tips of his fingers deep into her flesh, all the while sucking and licking her clit.
Moments later, he could feel her lower body begin to tense up. Her breathing quickened and she bore down on his fingers. “Oh, fuck… fuck… fuck you, you fuck,” she cried as she ground into his face. Then, her back arched, she screamed and, grabbing the back of his head, pressed his face deep into her pussy. She came and she came, the orgasm rushing through her like a spasm of fire.
Decker withdrew his two fingers. He continued to lick but this time avoiding her clit, for fear that it would be far too sensitive following her orgasm.
She grabbed the back of his head. She pulled him up by the hair, drew him close and then kissed him hard on the lips. But, just as he began to kiss back, she slid off the edge of the table, pushing him down to the chair.
For a moment, she stood there above him, her face flushed, breathing hard, before falling to the floor on her knees. She grabbed at his robe and pulled it open, releasing his penis. It sprang up directly into her face. Without hesitating, she opened her mouth, and slid all the way down to the base of his cock.
Decker was amazed. It was difficult for most women to fit half his cock into their mouths without choking, but Lulu had clearly mastered her gag reflex. She slid up and down on his penis, burying more than seven inches deep in her throat. Then, slowly but surely, she rose, sliding her tongue up the underside, until only the head remained locked in her lips. She took her right hand, wrapped it round him, and started to work his cock up and down, licking and sucking the head the whole time.
Decker moaned. He could feel himself grow harder and harder, until he was afraid of coming too soon. It felt so good and it had been so long since he’d been intimate with anyone that he was worried he might not be able to restrain himself. So he pushed her away.
His cock popped out of her mouth. Lulu smiled up at him as he stood, picked her up, and tossed her back on the table. Her head banged on the surface but neither of them seemed to notice. Decker was too far gone now to care. He lifted her thighs in his hands, pulled them roughly apart, and thrust into her whilst still standing. His cock slipped into her easily, she was so wet. He began thrusting and thrusting, rotating his hips to gain even more leverage. He thrust and he thrust, at the same time covering her breasts and her neck with rough kisses.
“That’s it, fuck me,” she cried. “Go on. Harder. Fuck me hard, John.”
And he did. He fucked her as hard as he could, over and over, so that her buttocks lifted off of the table with each grinding stroke. One of the lobsters fell to the floor, followed by a whole tray of oysters, but neither of them even bothered to look.
After a moment, he pulled her closer to him until she slipped off the end of the table. She started to fall to the floor but Decker snatched her up with one hand, and flipped her around. He tossed her onto the table again, this time on her stomach, pulled her legs apart, and entered her from behind.
He could hear her breathing accelerate. Decker increased his pace, fucking her even harder. With one hand, he leaned on her back, on the tattoo which ran from the nape of her neck to her buttocks, pressing her tight to the surface so that her breasts spilled out on each side of her chest. With the other, he held her down at the back of the neck. She was pinned in his arms now, incapable of escape even if she’d wanted to. He kept thrusting inside of her, harder and deeper. She was so tiny, he was amazed she could take it.
“Oh, Jesus,” she cried. “I’m coming again. Fuck me, John. Keep fucking me, please,” pleaded Lulu, until the words were swept away by her passion. It was as if her mouth couldn’t contain both the syllables and the heat of her breath. She started to scream. He thrust and he thrust, and she came once again in a hot rush of blood. Her voice simply ran out. There was nothing left, he could tell. She was spent.
As she lay there, her muscles spasming over and over, he couldn’t contain himself any longer. He thrust into her until he felt the blood pressure building, the telltale premonition of impending explosion, and suddenly — as her vaginal muscles contracted around him — he came.
While his brain told him to pull out, Decker’s cock kept him pinned deep inside of her as wave upon wave of pure pleasure rushed through him. He groaned and collapsed on her back.
She was still panting, her mouth only an inch or two from his ear. He listened as she started to laugh. It was almost hysterical. Then, in a kind of cataplectic collapse, she started to cry.
Decker turned his head and looked at her face. Her eyes were still shut. Nonetheless, tears welled up from under her eyelids.
“Are you okay,” he said, afraid that he’d hurt her.
Lulu opened her eyes. She grabbed him by the back of his neck with one hand and brought his face close. She kissed him again and again. “I am now,” she said, finally. “I’ve been playing this scene over and over in my mind for days now. It’s about time you put me out of my misery, you fucking bastard.”
“You sure curse a lot when you’re making love.”
“Making love!” Lulu laughed. “Is that what that was? Fuck you, you fucking piece of shit, for making we wait so long.” Then, she laughed again. “Now get the fuck off me.”
CHAPTER 46
Later that evening, as Lulu and Decker snuggled together in bed, she turned over and said, “Are you sleeping?”
“Yes, I’m sleeping,” he answered. His back was to her.
“No, you’re not. John. John? I don’t want you to worry about this.”
“About what?”
“About us, I mean. We’ve been thrown together and… What I mean is, it’s not every day that you’re fired upon by a drone, chased by cops, hunted. Our lives have been threatened. The adrenaline’s running.”
“What’s your point, Lulu?”
“I just don’t what you to feel that you owe me anything. More than a warm shoulder, I mean. You know.”
“Yeah,” he replied. “It’s just been one of those things.”
“That’s not what I mean.” She paused. For a time she said nothing. Then, she added, “I was alone in those mountains because I ran away. I was tired of traveling.”