Some Guys Have all the Luck

Cowardice and Courage

Disclaimer: My fellow co-author, smithsbabe65 and I do not own the Matrix; we are merely its slaves.

Warning: Explicit adult content. Enjoy!

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Strolling along one of the Agency Building’s many hallways, Jones and Brown heard the snicker and suppressed laughter of the company’s main blabbermouth, Jeffrey Montgomery, joined by his usual group of hangers-on. The two primary agents slowed their steps to hear what the slimy little weasel had to say.

“I told you guys before,” the office snitch said with a generous hint of pride and officiousness, “those two—Celia and Lara—are dykes or why else would they constantly hang around with each other? Ever notice that they are always together, either at work or at home? Where one of them is, the other is sure to be around somewhere. Damn shame though. Maybe they are lesbians because they just haven’t gotten a good fuck, you know? I know for a fact that neither of them has slept with any man in quite a while, not even with their boyfriends--Jones and Brown. I wouldn’t be surprised if those two had blue balls from hearing ‘no’ all the time.”

Brown glanced sideways at Jones and the two understood one another. Montgomery had to be taught a lesson and there was no time like the present. They waited until he was alone before taking each of his arms and unceremoniously dragging the diminutive agent wannabe down the hallway. Monty did not stand a chance on getting free and he knew it. To his credit, he knew better than to try to fight off the two agents, both of whom towered over him by at least a foot.

“Where are you taking me?” he whined, his voice retaining none of the exaggerated bravado he had displayed with his friends.

“To teach you a lesson about things you do not understand,” snarled Brown.

“Not so brave without your posse, are you?” Jones said disdainfully.

Before Montgomery could formulate an effective answer, he was shoved into an empty office with Brown locking the door behind him.

“We are here to prove your cases for you, Monty,” said Jones gruffly, “aren’t we, Agent Brown?”

“Correct, Agent Jones.” He caught the confused expression on the man who was now their victim and smiled. “What point, you may ask? The point you yourself made not ten minutes ago when you told Drummond that people of the same gender who spend a lot of time together must be homosexual.”

Slowly and deliberately, Jones removed his jacket and loosened his tie. The realization of what was going to happen next flooded through Montgomery’s system and his face slackened in abject and total fear.

“Oh God,” Montgomery moaned pathetically as he felt Jones grab him by the back of his head and force him face down onto the nearby desk. He whimpered in horror when he heard Jones begin to fumble with his belt and pants.

“Jones,” Brown said softly, “what are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m going to teach this little worm a lesson he won’t soon forget.”

Brown shifted uncomfortably. Jones had every right to be angry but in the long run, sodomizing Montgomery would only add to his problems, not erase them.

To the best of Brown’s knowledge, Lara and Jones had not consummated their relationship and Brown felt that if Lara discovered what Jones had done--however much Montgomery had deserved it—she would not wish to continue their association any longer. Celia had told him once in confidence that Lara was frightened of Jones’ size and strength, and Brown theorized that if she learned that her lover had raped another being, even if that person was Monty, she would probably wonder if Jones would do the same to her if he got angry with her. I have to stop him before he does something he will regret later.

“Don’t do this, Jones,” Brown said quietly.

“Why the hell not?” Jones snarled. “You heard what the little shit said about Celia and Lara. He’s going to pay for saying those things.”

“And he will, but not like this. I have a better way.”

Jones was intrigued enough not to proceed further. “Get up, you worthless collection of redundant files,” he ordered Montgomery. From sheer relief, the diminutive program could not move a muscle but lay on the desk breathing heavily, hardly believing his good luck.

“My colleague told you to do something,” Brown said, yanking him onto his feet, “and when you get an order from an agent of the system, you obey instantly. Do you understand?”

Montgomery nodded. He owed Brown a huge debt for his intervention and he did not intend to give the youngest agent a reason to regret his actions.

“Where are we going?”

“Your place is not to question but to do as you are told,” Brown said. He glared at Montgomery who swallowed and avoided further eye contact. Jones eyed Brown with curiosity. His younger associate had something up his sleeve and Jones waited until he could be let into the plan. Shortly afterward, the three men arrived on the roof. Brown marched Monty to the very edge of the rooftop and forced him to look down.

“How far would you estimate it is to the ground, Jones?” Brown asked.

“About a thousand feet, give or take,” Jones answered, shrugging his broad shoulders. Judging by Monty’s demeanour, Jones deduced that he was afraid of heights for Smith’s lackey looked like he would wet himself at any moment.

An idea occurred to him on how best to exploit the situation and utilize the office snitch’s obvious weakness and Jones stepped forward, meeting Brown’s gaze. The younger agent released his grip and Montgomery began to fall. A few seconds later, he felt himself being grabbed by the neck and held at arm’s length into thin air.

“To make you fall,” Jones said menacingly, “all I have to do is loosen my grip. Look down.”

Monty did as he was told and cringed when he realized that the only thing between himself and a horrifying demise was the strong hand of the largest agent. Fear makes one do stupid things at times and Monty was no different. Instead of feeling secure in Jones’ obvious ability to keep him aloft, he squirmed and wiggled in an attempt to get free.

“Let me go, man!” he yelled, clawing hysterically at Jones’ hand.

“Are you sure you really want me to do that?” Jones asked, his eyebrow raised in surprised disbelief. “Well, if that’s what you want, then by all means.” Jones loosened his grip enough so that Monty slid down a few inches.

“NO! NO! I take that back! Don’t let me go! Please!” Monty screamed, correcting himself hastily, clutching at Jones’ sleeve for any kind of a hold that would possibly stop him from becoming a bloody smudge on the concrete far below.

“If we hear you saying anything derogatory about Celia and Lara again, then both of us will haul your sorry ass off the top of this building,” Brown warned. He nodded to Jones. “Let this pathetic excuse for a program go, Jones.”

Jones obliged and once his feet were once again on firm ground, Montgomery fell to his knees and was direly sick.

“Let’s leave before the bastard soils himself,” Brown said. He rolled his eyes disgustedly when he saw the wet stain that now appeared on the groin of Montgomery’s pants as he continued to vomit. “I spoke too soon. He’s not worth any more of our time.”

“You are right, Brown,” Jones replied. “Besides, we had better get our assignments finished so we can meet our ladies at Coco Loco’s as we promised. I owe you one, my friend,” said Jones as soon as they were far out of earshot of the diminutive program who continued to heave his guts out onto the blacktop of the roof. “If I had penalized the little prick the way I wanted to, Lara would have seen me as some kind of degenerate who took advantage of my position to hurt another program, even if it was Smith’s lackey.”

“I knew you’d come around eventually,” Brown said. Dropping his voice, he continued. “Get started on that project we discussed with the Oracle, will you?”

“With pleasure,” Jones said with a look that Brown could not help smiling at when he saw it.

“Monty and Smith will have no idea what hit them, I’m sure of it,” he responded.

“Brown, if there is anything I can ever do for you in repayment for stopping me today, will you let me know?” Jones asked.

“Invite me to the wedding,” Brown said with a mischievous glint.

“You can be my best man if I can be yours,” Jones countered, eyeing Brown as he waited for his response. Jones smiled to himself as he saw his friend’s face flush. It seemed to Jones that he was not the only man with matrimony on his mind.

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At Coco Loco’s, a Latin-inspired dance club, the two couples were having a very good time when Smith spied them sitting at a booth not far from the crowded dance floor. Sensing his distraction, the blonde young woman at Smith’s side attempted to garner his attention back to her by whispering something provocative in his ear.

“Get lost,” he ordered, never taking his eyes off the quartet in the booth. Growling menacingly, he reached into his pocket and carelessly threw some bills at the feet of his vacuous escort. Her pride was stung at his curt dismissal but when she saw the amount of money on the floor, necessity overcame pride and she scrambled to pick it up before anyone else saw it.

Weaving his way in the direction of his two associates and their dates, Smith smirked with pleasure when he saw the faces of all four programs sag in dismay when he strode up to them.

“Well, I must say I am surprised to see my fellow agents in a place such as this: crawling with human vermin who are intoxicating themselves to no purpose but to end the evening with fornicating anyone who catches their fancy.”

No one at the table spoke and Smith pointedly remained standing, knowing full well that his presence was most unwelcome. His humourless smile spread across his face when he saw Brown open his mouth to ask his boss to sit with them and Celia’s foot sharply kicking the young agent in the ankle to prevent him from doing so.

“May I join you?” Smith asked at last.

“You certainly may not,” Lara said firmly. “In fact, why don’t you leave us alone and go fuck your--”

Jones’ hand squeezed hers and Lara understood that it would not be wise to finish her sentence. She pursed her lips in displeasure but said nothing further. To her exasperation, Smith eased himself beside her and Lara squeezed against Jones so that her body would have as little contact with Smith’s as possible.

Lara ground her teeth in annoyance as she felt Smith deliberately take up as much room on the seat next to her as he could. As a result, Lara was uncomfortably aware that her short stature enabled Smith to get a very good look down her low-cut top but other than demanding to sit in Jones’ lap and reveal how much Smith’s presence bothered her, she had no choice but to remain where she was.

“I am surprised to see you both out on a weeknight,” Smith drawled, lazily raking his gaze over Jones and Brown. “And drinking no less? What have you got to say for yourselves?”

“We can do whatever we like; we are not on Company time now,” Lara retorted angrily and tried not to flinch when Smith turned his unblinking gaze on her.

“That is very true, Ms. Rodgers, but my colleagues are still agents of the system whether on or off duty and should conduct themselves accordingly. Furthermore, I was directing my concern to Jones and I wish to hear what his explanation is, not yours--so do the first sensible thing you’ve done tonight and shut up.”

Lara flushed in humiliation and bent her head in shame, not seeing Smith sport a look of absolute arrogance and pleasure at her comeuppance. A part of Lara’s mind was following the reprimands that Smith was bestowing on his agents when she became aware that Smith had placed his left hand on her thigh and was sliding it slowly up her leg. He was gesturing with the other, naturally drawing the attention of Brown, Jones and Celia to what he was doing with his hand above the table rather than below it.

You bastard, Lara thought angrily, trying to squeeze herself out of reach from Smith’s lecherous grasp. She stood up suddenly and requested to be excused. Smith frowned as he rose to give her passage and it was all Lara could do not to slap him when she felt him give her bottom a lingering caress.

Bracing her hand on the table, Lara brought down her stiletto heel as hard as she dared directly on Smith’s foot, smiling blandly at him while he, in turn, glowered at her. Once free of the table, Lara made her way to the exit, slamming the door behind her. Cursing, she fumbled with the contents of her purse as she sought to find her Blackberry.

Jones,

I can’t stay in there any longer as long as that bastard is with us. Make any excuse you have to and meet me outside.

L.

“Leaving so soon?” Smith said silkily, coming toward her. With every step he took toward her, she retreated, keeping as much distance between herself and Smith as possible until her back was pressed up against a brick wall.

“Yes,” she said, hastily putting her personal digital assistant back in her purse before Smith would be able to read what she had sent but he grabbed it from her and perused the message for himself.

“By reading this, I am beginning to get the impression that you don't like my company very much.”

“Took you long enough to reach that brilliant deduction, didn’t it?” Lara sneered.

With a sinister grin, Smith placed one hand on either side of her shoulders, blocking any escape.

“No way out, Lara. You are trapped with me, alone, in this alley until I decide to let you go. And I have no intention of letting you get away just yet.” Smith closed his eyes and inhaled her perfume. “Hmm, most tantalizing, I have to admit. You have no idea how much I want to re-discover and re-savour the hidden depths that lie within that seemingly frigid façade you present to the world. I wonder what other delectable mysteries about you I could penetrate if I put my mind—or another part of me—to it.”

Lara swallowed as the sexual connotation of his words became clear to her.

“I know for a fact that you have not allowed Jones to sample the lust that burns behind your eyes. Any observant man can see that you desire to be taken and possessed. But while Jones obviously does not have the balls to fuck you like you deserve, I certainly do. As I did once before, do you remember? So new to the Agency you were back then--so naïve, so trusting.”

“No, not again,” Lara whimpered as Smith placed his hand in the small of her back and ground his hips against hers so that she would have no choice but to feel his burgeoning erection. He groaned when her breasts were pressed against his chest.

“During our last encounter, I did not pay enough attention to these rather impressive mammary glands of yours—my mind was focused on another part of your anatomy. Of course, I will rectify that oversight immediately,” Smith said with a leer and Lara moaned in pain when he began to roughly knead her breasts with his hands. “I know Jones has fondled and suckled them so you need not cringe from feeling my touch instead of his. Humans might refer to that as getting to second base. He almost hit a home run before he ran from you that night the two of you nearly consummated your relationship, but the big oaf never returned to complete what he started, did he? He left you alone, very aroused and lonely.”

“How did you know about that?” Lara asked, desperate to keep him talking, to keep his mind focused on answering her queries instead of answering the call of lust that coursed through his body.

Smith chuckled in the darkness and the sound of his amusement froze Lara’s simulated blood in her veins.

“The big dolt never removed his earpiece and I was listening to everything that went on between you both as you were getting ready to have sex. It was highly stimulating, I can assure you. Especially the part where he slid his tongue between your legs and tasted you.” Lara turned her head with disgust as Smith deliberately and sensuously licked his lips.

So that was the reason Jones left, Lara thought, enlightened. That was why he made up that story about rebels being nearby--he preferred that I think that he did not want me rather than the real reason: Smith was eavesdropping on our lovemaking. He took that drastic measure to preserve my honour and save me the humiliation of seeing the knowing smirk on Smith’s face the next time he saw me.

“But in the long run, it was for the best--had you consummated your relationship that night, Jones would have had only my sloppy seconds. As it stands, since I was the last man to fuck you, I need not fear contracting any sexually transmitted diseases. Thank you for saving yourself for me,” Smith said with a smirk.

Lara felt Smith’s knee begin to worm its way between her legs in an attempt to pin her more forcefully against the wall. The memory of what Smith had done to her all those years ago raced through Lara’s mind. It was happening again. Persephone’s near escape in the parking garage had brought long-hidden memories to the surface and since then, Lara’s dreams had been of sexual violation and pain.

After her rape by Smith, Lara had turned to mind-numbing narcotics and alcohol to make her mind slip into easy forgetfulness. She abandoned the dream of experiencing love for what man wants a woman who should have known better than to put herself in danger by blindly trusting a man whom she would have done well to avoid. In his own perverted way, Smith was correct--she was damaged goods.

For nearly two months, she had been refusing to become intimate with Jones, always holding him off from acting on his desires despite the fact that they mirrored her own. Lara’s spine stiffened into cold, hard resolve. If she gave in to Smith’s lust now, the cycle of drugs and nightmares would begin all over again, obliterating forever her dream of loving Jones.

No.

“No,” Lara said firmly, raising her hands so that they were against Smith’s chest. Common sense told her that she had virtually no chance of pushing an agent away from her. However, an agent is a program in a human male body and inside that body is one weakness that all men share, program or not.

“This is what I should’ve done the last time you tried this, Smith,” Lara spat, bringing her leg up quickly and decisively, her knee making solid contact with Smith’s groin. He doubled over and backed away from Lara, his hand automatically holding his throbbing crotch.

Enraged and in considerable pain, Smith snarled, “You little bitch! Your mother is a dead woman, Lara! But before I kill her, I’m going to fuck her until she bleeds, just like I did to you!”

Lara ran into the relative safety of the club, returning to the table out of breath and scared out of her wits.

“Lara, where did you go? I just read your message and was going to look for you. What happ--” Jones asked, but cut himself off at seeing the frightened look on her face. In as few words as possible, she told him what had happened between herself and Smith in the alley. As a precaution, Brown pulled Jones aside and spoke quietly in his ear.

“Don’t go after him. Go to the Architect, now. Talk to him first before you do anything. I know how you feel, Jones, I really do.”

Jones gave his friend an angry look. “How the hell would—”

“Remember when Smith had taken Celia out? I was so mad and worried about what he was doing to her I could hardly think straight,” Brown said. He patted Jones on the shoulder. “We’ll take care of her, don’t worry. Just go.”

Jones nodded, acknowledging the logic of Brown’s statement. “Celia, could you help me take Lara to my place?” he asked, removing his jacket and placing it over Lara’s quivering form. Celia nodded and put an arm around her friend’s shoulders and led the way out.

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“Why did I let him get to me like that?” Lara whimpered as she poured out the entire story to her three friends. “I hit Smith! And because of that, he’s going to go after my mother! What am I going to do?”

“I’ll think of something,” Jones said, kissing the top of her head as he held her trembling body in his arms. “I think it might be a good idea if you stayed out of his way for a while. You should move in with me for a few days and not go to work—that way, you won't be a constant reminder. Celia, could you go to Lara’s and get some clothes? Brown, could you go with her?”

Celia nodded and Brown followed her out the door.

“Once they get back, I’ll tell the Architect everything and we can go from there,” Jones said. “While we are waiting, you should have a hot bath. It will warm you up.”

Lara nodded her thanks and followed him into the bathroom. Her knees were still shaking and she sat on top of the laundry hamper.

“There,” Jones said, testing the temperature of the bath water with his hand. “Not too hot, not too cold. I’ll be right back after I get something for you to wear.”

Lara was still sitting where he had left her when Jones returned with one of his white shirts in his hand. “It might help you sleep if you got out of those clothes and wear this instead. Don’t worry, I have lots of these,” he said, when she looked at him questioningly. “You didn’t think I had only one shirt, did you?”

“I wasn’t sure,” Lara said with a trembling smile.

“It may look like I have only the one suit, but I don’t. Agents are given a lot of those suits in case the one we are wearing at the time gets soiled or something.”

He was only making idle conversation to cover the awkward silence between them and they both knew it. He turned his head sharply when there was a knock at the door and familiar voices were heard inside his living room. Celia and Brown had returned.

“You’d better get in while the water is still hot. I have to see the Architect now,” Jones said curtly. He twitched his tie into place and left the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

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Clucking and fussing like a solicitous mother hen, Celia eased her friend into bed. “Drink this,” she said, handing Lara a glass of brandy and a mild sedative. “You need your rest. Brown and I will be in the living room if you need anything.”

“I’ll take it later. I can never thank you both…” The awful idea that she might not see either of them again tore at her heart and her chin began to tremble.

Brown’s expression softened when he saw the look on Lara’s face and he sat down beside her and took her hand. “Don’t worry—Jones will explain everything to the Architect. He’ll explain that it was a clear-cut case of self-defence. Everything’s going to be fine, you’ll see.”

Impulsively, Lara leaned over and kissed him on the cheek as she wrapped her arms around him. Glancing up at Celia who gave him a smile and a nod, Brown returned Lara’s embrace, hoping that the encouraging words he had just spoken would be the truth.

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“So that’s what happened?” the Architect asked, watching Jones pace back and forth in his office. The multitude of television screens behind Jones’ right shoulder proved over and over again that what he had said was the truth.

“He tried to rape her, sir, and she fought back the only way she knew how. Has he asked you to sign the order for her deletion?”

“No, I haven’t seen him yet, and even if he did, I would refuse. She was only defending herself.”

“Smith told me once that he would watch as he made me kill her if I didn’t do whatever he wanted,” Jones said angrily.

“He was overstepping his bounds for it is only I that can give the order to terminate a program’s existence, not him.” He smiled as he saw Jones sigh deeply in relief.

“Thank you sir,” Jones said, turning to leave. “Um…”

“Yes, Agent Jones?”

“If he should ever….I mean, he threatened to hurt Lara’s mother—”

“I will not delete her either,” the Architect said kindly. “And if he does go anywhere near Mrs. Rodgers, he will answer to me. However, I agree with your idea that Ms. Rodgers stay out of Smith’s sight for a while. I will tell him not to expect her at work for the next few days. Go home and take care of her. Lara needs you.”

The door to the Architect’s office had no sooner closed than it opened again. “That was a very nice thing you did for him. I’m proud of you,” the Oracle’s said softly.

The Architect was flabbergasted and tried to cover his confusion and discomfiture by offering his ex-wife a seat.

“No I can’t stay,” she said, glancing behind her at the door where the Keymaker stood quietly. “We were just on our way out…”

The Architect nodded, purposefully ignoring the presence of his rival. “I hope you both have a good time. But there is something I have always wondered about..”

“Yes?” The Oracle said, her hand on the doorknob.

“You were the one who made the elevator in the Agency building stop between floors, weren’t you? I know that no humans were unplugged that particular day when Jones and Lara were stranded.”

The Oracle chuckled. “Someone had to get Jones and Lara to take the first step towards finding each other—I just got them started.”

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After Brown and Celia had left, Jones went into his bedroom and sat next to Lara. As he expected, she had not taken her sedative. Instead, she was wide-awake and waiting for him and he felt comforted by the touch of her small hand around his neck and her slight weight as she shifted her body so that she sat in his lap.

“You and your mother are both safe,” he said, quickly filling her need to know her fate. “Smith can’t delete either of you and the Architect won’t sign for it.”

“Thank you,” Lara said, her breath fanning his cheek for a moment before she kissed him. “Make love to me, Jones,” she whispered, closing her eyes. Why should we wait any longer? This is something we both want and it is time.

“Lara, are you sure? I thought you wanted to wait and after what almost happened tonight, do you think this is the right time?”

“Yes on both counts,” she said, nodding her head decisively. “I want to be with you. Tonight. Now.”

She embraced him, holding his body close to hers before withdrawing and holding his face between her hands, her fingers lightly touching the moles on his face. Jones softened his expression and looked sheepish.

“I don’t know why I was given so many,” he said with a slight smile but he was silenced when Lara’s lips met his own. The needs of her body as well as her near-rape by Smith heightened Lara’s sensory circuits until it felt like every millimetre of her skin was on fire. Frantic hunger to feel Jones’ warm manly flesh inside of her filled every simulated pore of her body.

“I want you so much,” she moaned, arching her neck when the scorching sensation of his lips on her skin drove her wild with lust. Her hands began to loosen his tie and collar but before she could continue, Jones took her hands in his.

“Lara, I have to ask you something: why are you so desperate for us to make love tonight? Is it because of what Smith tried to do to you?”

“Yes, but in a weird sort of way he did me a favour: he made me realize that there was no logical reason for us not to have been intimate until now.” She reached up and flicked the earpiece away. “He told me about that, too. I would have liked to have heard the truth from you then about why you left me but never mind that now. Besides, you’d better finish what you started that night, do you remember?” Lara said, running her fingers over Jones’ chest and arms.

“I remember it was pitch-black in the room and you couldn’t see me. But I definitely could see you,” he said. “Being able to see in the dark is one of the advantages of being an agent. But I didn’t need my eyes to see how beautiful you are, Lara.”

Lara’s eyes clouded and she looked away. “I was nearly raped tonight, Jones. Smith would have taken what he wanted by force. But now I want to know what it will be like with you—to be taken with gentleness, to be treated as a woman should when she is with the man she loves.”

Open mouthed, Jones stared at her, doubtful he had heard correctly. “You—you love me?” he asked.

“Yes, I do,” Lara said, dropping her gaze. “But you don’t have say it back—it’s ok.”

“Yes! I mean, no! I have felt the same way toward you since that day in the park…remember?”

“Before or after you grabbed my butt?” she asked teasingly, a mischievous look in her eyes.

“Before. Definitely before that.”

“And what did you think? Did you like what you felt?” Lara said, finally succeeding in removing his tie and undoing several buttons on his shirt.

“Absolutely,” Jones growled. “And how about you? What did you think when I answered the door that morning wearing nothing but my shorts?”

Lara blushed and smiled coyly. “Well, it didn’t leave much to the imagination, I have to say, but I loved seeing you like that. And I can’t wait to see the rest,” she said, her eyes half-closed, but the desire for Jones shone from her face and eyes was plain to see.

She ran her fingers over his own, lightly caressing them. Jones felt a surge of arousal when she put one of his fingers into her mouth, licking and swirling her tongue around it before proceeding to the next. When she was done, she looked into his eyes, feeling no need to ask if he had enjoyed it.

“Would you like me to do that to you?” Lara asked, her voice husky. Jones swallowed with difficulty and nodded, not saying a word for fear Lara would reconsider, for no woman had ever volunteered to perform that very intimate act on him before. In all of his past encounters, he had been the one to request that service, not the other way around. True, Lara had started to perform oral sex on him the night he discovered Smith had been listening, but Jones had stopped her before his self-restraint had reached its breaking point.

“You don’t have to, you know,” he said softly. “I would never force you to do anything.”

“I know,” Lara responded. “You have never asked me, but I want to do this. Lie down,” she instructed and gently pushed him onto his back. She was still wearing his white shirt to cover her nakedness and he thought she had never looked so lovely. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders and she looked exactly as she had in his masturbatory vision--wanton, wild and filled to overflowing with unreserved sexual abandon and complete desirability.

He lay back as she had requested and as she straddled him, he saw her glance at his nude form from head to foot and back again. Starting at his shoulders, she caressed and touched wherever she wanted and Jones could not suppress a groan when Lara ran the fingers of both hands through the mat of hair that covered his chest, raking her fingernails against his skin. Playfully, Jones flexed a muscle in a showman-like fashion wherever Lara’s touch lingered for any length of time and tried not to smile when she raised her eyebrows in feminine appreciation of the firmness of his well-toned body.

Unable to stop himself, he slid his hands along her thighs and sides with Lara leaning slightly forward so that he could caress her breasts as well. The feeling of their warm softness in his hands pleased her and Lara sighed when he lightly pinched the rosy nipples into complete hardness. Reaching up, he undid the buttons that hid her bosom from his view and her flushed skin glowed in the light of the small nightstand table.

“You are so beautiful, Lara,” Jones said, touching her cheek. Planting a kiss in his palm, she held his hand against her face and looked into his eyes. Her mouth tightened and it looked like the simple movement of turning her head had hurt her.

“Are you all right?” Jones asked.

“It’s nothing. My neck hurts a bit that’s all,” Lara said.

“Here, let me get behind you; I’ll see what I can do to make you feel better.”

Lara obliged by climbing off of him and Jones positioned himself so that he sat behind her. Skilfully, he massaged her neck and shoulders, easing away the tension and tenseness of her muscles and Lara relaxed against him.

“That feels so good,” she sighed deeply as the fear and anxiety were washed away and she felt a sense of calm fill her system. She leaned back and rested against his chest and his arms wrapped around her, enhancing her feeling of safety and security. Her breathing quickened as he continued to hold her. Without a word, Lara moved his hands so that it touched her breasts.

“Put your hands on me, Jones,” she whispered. “I need to feel you. I need to feel alive again, to be free of the fear that I felt earlier tonight. I want you to love me.”

“I do love you, Lara,” Jones said softly. He eased her backward onto his arm and suckled one of her nipples, feeling it harden completely in his mouth. He turned his attention to the other as Lara whimpered, arching her back in pleasure. She lifted her arms to embrace him and met his kiss with full-blown passion.

Lara spread her knees and guided his hand to the molten core of her femininity, silently telling him where she most wanted to feel his touch. She gasped when his fingers parted her outer folds, before he slowly and leisurely touched her aching, swollen clitoris with his thumb. Every movement he made as he explored the hard sensitive nub made Lara’s pulse race .

Lara clutched at Jones’ muscular shoulders. “Please, please don’t stop,” she begged. “It’s been so long….” Her voice trailed off and Jones could feel her need copiously saturating his fingers, making them slippery with her viscous secretions. Jones was aware that she was referring to digital stimulation but he knew that every woman’s deepest desire is to feel her lover’s mouth on her womanhood. He brought his fingers up to his face and looked at the clear, gooey emission that clung to them before licking it off.

He took his time kissing his way down her flat belly until his mouth was a bare inch from her and Lara moaned when she felt his hot breath so close to her genitalia. When his tongue separated her folds, Lara arched her back and whimpered in delight, parting her legs even further.

When he began to suckle her clitoris, it was all Jones could do to hold onto Lara as her body writhed and shook. Her hands grabbed his hair, bringing more of his face in contact with her groin and the slight stubble on his cheeks and chin enhanced her pleasure exponentially to almost the point of pain.

Very shortly afterward, Lara’s orgasm exploded, radiating a wave of such ecstasy that she could not recall ever having experienced before. Flashes of bright light burst behind her eyelids. When it was over, Lara was panting heavily and Jones had to repeat his query if she was all right several times before Lara was able to answer him.

“Thank you,” Lara whispered. “That was amazing, I can’t even begin to describe it.” She had not intended to have her orgasm so quickly but her need at the time had overridden her desire to prolong the pleasure as long as possible.

“Now it’s your turn,” she murmured as she moved her position so that she knelt between his legs, her hair forming a curtain that shielded her face from his view. More than anything, he wanted to watch as she sucked him off, to see her mouth close around him as her head moved up and down so he tucked her hair behind her ears and feasted his eyes on the gorgeous woman who was eagerly going down on him.

He cried out when he felt Lara’s hot, wet tongue swirl around the head of his member. He filled his hands with her hair but resisted the urge to push her head down so he could go deeper into her mouth.

Because of his circumference, Lara was not able to suck him off for long. Jones had to admit that he was disappointed when Lara broke off orally satisfying him. At least she made the effort and in Jones’ opinion, that was all that mattered.

“Are you sure you want to do it this way?” he asked as Lara positioned herself so that she was on top of him. She explained that she had good reasons for choosing this position: she would be able to control how far and how fast she was entered. Jones nodded at the logic of her choice and he resolved to let Lara take the initiative and not push himself into her faster than she was ready to receive him.

“Besides,” Lara said, smiling shyly, “you are so heavy, you might squish me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Lara,” Jones said, his body desperate to consummate their relationship but his mind remained hesitant.

“Jones, I am a grown woman, not a porcelain doll that can be broken with the slightest touch. Just go slowly inside of me--let me set the pace and it will be all right.”

Jones was not so sure. What if I hurt her even if I am gentle, he thought, frowning anxiously. My body is so large in comparison to hers, it wouldn’t take much effort on my part to cause her pain. When Lara sat up again, her fingers lazily touched his engorged member as it rested against her nether region, hard and eager for further stimulation. Using her thumb and forefinger of one hand, she stroked him slowly, feeling his penis twitch when she touched him.

Jones watched in fascination as she reached between her legs and used her secretions to lubricate the head of his cock so that he could glide effortlessly inside of her. After several moments that seemed an eternity to Jones, Lara moved into position so that she could mount him.

Tentatively, she lowered her body onto his achingly hard penis, inching him deeper into herself slowly and carefully. Jones clenched his hands into fists to stop himself from lifting her by the hips and impaling her completely on his rigid manhood.

With each downward thrust, Lara pushed more of him deeper inside of her until he filled her completely. The feeling of being filled to the brim by this man that she loved was frightening and heady at the same time.

“Lean forward,” Jones said softly. “I want to suckle you.”

A flush of desire infused Lara’s face and she readily obeyed, groaning deeply when his hot and eager mouth enveloped her nipple. His tongue flicked over the large aureole, sending a jolt of sheer lust straight to her groin. Lara moaned, a deep throaty sound, when he sucked at her like an infant. However, unlike a child, Jones was not seeking nourishment; he was in search of evidence that what he was doing was giving her pleasure as she was undoubtedly giving him. Lara’s cries of desire filled his ears and he smiled to himself as he heard the proof he was searching for.

The dual pleasure of having him inside of her as he suckled her breasts each in their turn unconsciously made Lara ride him faster and faster as sweat dripped down her body. As her thrusts increased in their intensity, Jones began to counter thrust, matching her frenzied rhythm as lust coursed through his body, white-hot passion racing through them, each becoming aware that sexual climax was only moments away.

With one final savage thrust, Jones grabbed Lara by the hips and impaled her as far as he could go inside of her. Lara cried out just as Jones erupted inside of her, sending his hot seed deep into her crevice. She felt his penis pulsate as he came and the infinitesimal expansions and contractions as he pumped her coupled with the exquisite sensation of pain and pleasure, sent her over the edge into bliss.

Jones continued to thrust as long as he felt her vaginal walls milk him, drawing out every droplet of ecstasy that existed in Lara until her orgasm was spent and she collapsed on top of him, their breaths mingling in great panting gasps. It took a long time until each had regained their second wind and respiration returned to normal parameters.