She made her way hesitantly to the fat gravestone a few yards away, a sunflower clutched in her hands, which she lovingly placed at the base of the marker. "I miss you, Matthew." Her soft words accompanied yet another sigh, in a small puff of her warm breath. "I can't believe it's been three years since we laid you here... life has seemed to drag since you've been gone."
Kneeling on the cold ground, she pressed her fingers to her lips before laying them on the photo of she and her husband embedded into the stone. Three years. Nearly as long as they'd been married, she thought.
Her tears leaked slowly down her cheeks as she rested a hand on her hollow stomach. For four years, they'd tried to conceive, to have a child of their own. Then, miraculously, two weeks before Father's Day, Annie learned that she was pregnant. Such joy! She decided to wait and tell him on that special day, only it never happened.
They'd been on their way to Matt's father's house for a small dinner, and a car came from out of nowhere, hitting the driver’s side--Matt’s side--at about sixty-eight miles per hour, the police said later. Matt had died a few minutes before the ambulance arrived, and she had lost their baby.
Annie shook herself, and brushed a few leaves from the body of the skirt that lay pooled around her. She wiped away a quiet tear and rose, smiling softly down at the block of granite under which her husband now lay at rest. "I just wish I could have kept him.... Then at least, I'd have had a part of you with me."
A cold breeze shook her, and she pulled her sweater tighter around her thin frame. She felt the hem of her skirt rising, and froze, unsure: her sister had warned her not to come out this late. "All sorts of creeps and weirdos spend time in the cemetery at night," Meredith had scolded. Going to the graveyard on Halloween wasn't exactly a smart move either, she'd said this morning. Lord only knows what types of crazy are out there then. She could be “raped or worse out there tonight."
Annie slowly turned, and gasped with shock. The face she recognized, as well as the voice that softly whispered, "Annie, my sweet, sweet, Annie."
She reached out a hand and tentatively touched his face with shaking fingers.
"Matthew?" Her whisper was hoarse, and at his shaky nod she cried out and launched herself into his arms, half afraid that she would find herself flat on the ground. To her delight, she found herself crushed against his chest, and pressed her cheek to him for a brief moment.
Fingers cupped Annie's jaw; soft fingers smoothing along her skin to tip her face up to him. His mouth took hers with powerful mastery, his hands clenching sweetly on her ass. "God, how I've missed you!" He muttered through the fevered kiss.
Leaning her back against the gravestone, he ran his hands along the length of her torso, tenderly grasping her hips in his strong hands.
"How I love you!" He pulled open her sweater and lifted her blouse to gaze at the twin mounds that stood proudly before him, his head dipping as he began to lave her flesh hungrily. She thrilled and moaned, arching in his grasp as the tender peaks of her sensitive breasts responded to the feel of his near-forgotten touch.
Annie moaned softly, gripping his head in her hands as she wrapped one leg around his hips. He muttered a short curse and she laughed, remembering how he'd swear when all he wanted was to have his sex buried inside her heat.
Her skirt was pushed up and up, and she felt his fingers at her core, tearing the crotch from her plain cotton panties, and then rocketing into her wetness in one fierce thrust that she could have sworn touched her womb. She cried out and shuddered as he bit her nipple, his thumb rubbing across her clit as his fingers searched for and found that most sensitive spot inside her and fluttered and flicked his fingertips against the rough patch of skin.
Body arching in response to his ministrations, his free hand soon busied itself with her clothing. Annie gasped upon feeling the cold stone against her ass, her skirt shoved around her waist, her sweater and blouse thrown to the dirt, and she whimpered and thrashed when his warm fingers suddenly withdrew. Her shapely form was quaking in her need; she was nearly breathless in her hunger for him, and she opened her eyes to watch him fumble with his clothing.
Matt swore ferociously as he again took his position, her body arching up in instinctive response, opening her legs wide as he gripped her flanks. She shuddered, writhing in his rough hands as he thrust hard into her body. He panted and leaned down catching her nipple in his teeth as he drew slowly out, setting her nerve endings tingling for more.
"Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me, baby." His harsh groan was music to her ears, and she wound her legs around him, tangling her shaking fingers deep into his hair as he suckled at her breasts, rocking his hips into hers in little thrusts that made her whimper with hunger.
"Fuck me... Mmm yes! Harder!" She cried out as she gave herself over to his pleasure, shoving at his chest to get him to allow her more room, and locked her knees over his bent arms. Grinning ferally, he leaned down against the stone and braced his hands on the unforgiving surface; spreading her wider, he pushed deep into her welcoming sex. The position shift also drew her lips open, and he gazed down their bodies as he slowly pulled himself out, then slammed in to the hilt.
Annie screamed, and dug her nails into his upper arms, her head lolling from side to side, the sensations coalescing as he drove into her over and over. Matthew had always been gentle with her, drawing her orgasm from her with utmost care and attention before seeking his own release deep within her body.
His breath escaped in harsh gasps and groans, punctuated by the occasional "Goddamn!" and "Fuck!" as he'd slide into her hot, tight slit. He dipped his head and sharply bit her nipple, roughly thrusting one of her hands down to where their bodies met in an unspoken demand to massage her clit.
Sharply whimpering, she obeyed, her fingers moving, and he reared up, staring down at her working fingers and the bright pink nub she was manipulating, glistening with her creamy wetness. Her body bowed as she watched him push into her, watched herself open wide, and she wept, sobbing, begging for the orgasm that was building like a firestorm in her body.
"Let it out, baby!" He grunted, angling in, rocketing repeatedly against the spot that made her catch fire. He pushed his hand against hers to join her in fingering the taut nubbin of flesh. He thrust his hips harder, faster, feeling heat engulf his body as she began spasming around him.
Lifting his hand, he brought it down in a slap against her clit before thrusting roughly, spanking her flesh and making the groan grow until a scream erupted from Annie's throat as an orgasm ripped through her body, becoming a kaleidoscope of pure, unadulterated pleasure. The force of it had her bowing upwards, tightening her muscles around his shaft again and again and again. Then, feeling the intense heat flow into her as he bellowed his own climax, she felt everything fade away into blackness.
When Annie awoke, it was pitch-dark outside, and she lay half-naked on the ground, tingling and achy all over. Crying softly with happiness and grief, she got dressed and headed back to her car, yearning to go home and embrace the memories of her wonderful night.
She sat there, looking out into the swirling leaves that dotted the cemetery grounds, and she shifted her seat forward, releasing a sigh.
Starting the car with it's usual sputter, she began the long drive home, drawing a cigarette from her pocket to light it one-handed before puffing a long plume of smoke out the cracked window. She turned on the radio, singing quietly along as her body continued to hum in pleasure as the miles passed beneath her wheels.
She'd only gone about ten or so miles down the road when she had the sudden urge to go, and pulled off the highway into a deserted rest area. She shivered as she drove down the poorly-lit road, noting that there was really nobody about. 'Better make this fast!' she thought.
Hopping from the car, she dashed into the small building, shivering as she perched in the chilly stall, hearing the wind outside whistling through the trees. She tingled everywhere, and cleaned herself quickly, shudders wracking her body as she drew the rough paper towel over her sensitive flesh. Her eyes involuntarily closed at the rasp against her clit, and felt the damp heat return.
Sliding a finger against herself, she leaned against the wall, and braced herself as she gave in to the sweet temptation, strumming the sensitive button slowly. Annie panted, her hips beginning to arch sensuously from her own touch when suddenly she jumped at the sound of a long-hauler's air horn blasting the silence, breaking the spell of arousal woven around her . She shook herself, tossed the towel in the trash, and ran for her car.
Fumbling for her keys, she bent down and drew on her cigarette, using the pale orange glow from the burning ember to see the keyhole, and she gasped as she felt a cool hand slide along her bare bottom, her panties having already been ripped into uselessness by Matthew's eager hands.