Annie Daniels sighed softly and paused at the large steel-and-stone gate, then accelerated to glide up the hill. Tall statues of cement cast spooky shadows on the ground, and she shivered as she killed the engine and stepped out into the slightly chilly air of early evening.
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 warmth 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."
She knelt on the cold ground, pressing 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 hallow stomach. For 4 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 Matthew's side at 68 mph, the police said later. Matt had died a few minutes before the ambulance got there, and she had lost their baby.
She 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 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 spent 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 nod, she cried out and launched herself into his arms.
She lifted her face and 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.
He leaned her back against the gravestone, and ran his hands along her length. "How I love you!" He pulled open her sweater, and lifted her blouse to gaze at, then feast on her breasts. Breasts that were oh-so-responsive to his near-forgotten touch.
She moaned softly, gripping his head in her hands, wrapping one leg around his hips. He muttered a short curse, and Annie laughed, remembering how he'd swear when all he wanted was to have his sex buried inside her.
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 moaned 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 ground his fingers into her.
Her body arched, and felt the cold stone on her ass as her skirt was shoved around her waist, and her sweater and blouse thrown to the dirt. She whimpered, and thrashed as his warm fingers left her, and she opened her eyes to watch him fumble with his clothing and swear fiercely.
She arched her body up, opening her legs wide as he gripped her hips, and her eyes closed on a loud cry 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 felt so good rapped around me, baby." His harsh groan was music to her ears, and she wound her legs around him, tangling her ingers in 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, shoving him up, and locking her knees over his bent arms. He grinned ferally, and leaned down against the stone, bracing his hands and spreading her farther open, pushing his sex deep into her, and slowly pulled himself out, then slamming in to the hilt.
Annie screamed, and dug her nails into his upper arms, her head lolling from side to side as she whimpered and groaned as he rode her as never before. Matthew had always been gentle with her, making orgasm slowly and gently, before finding a quiet release for himself. This was ... was ... fantastic!
His breath escaped in harsh gasps, 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, and shoved one of her hands down near where their bodies met, making her massage her clit.
She whimpered sharply, and he reared up, staring down at her working fingers and the bright pink nub she was fingering, glistening with wetness. Her body bowed when 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 against the spot that made her catch fire. He pushed his hand against hers, making her roughly rub her sensitive clit. He thrust harder, faster, feeling heat engulf his body as she began spasming on 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 ...
A scream flew from Annie's throat as orgasm ripped through her body, bowing her 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, and she lost conciousness.
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 hold to her the memories of this wonderful night ...
She sat in the car, looking out into the swirling leaves that dotted the cemetery grounds, and she shifted her seat forward, barely registering that it was too far back for her to have driven it.
She sighed, and began the long drive home, drawing a cigarette from her pocket and lighting it, one handed before puffing a long plume of smoke out the cracked window. A few miles down the road, she had the sudden urge to pee, and pulled off the highway into a deserted rest area.
Hopping from the car, she dashed into the small building, shivering as she perched in the stall, hearing the wind whistle in the trees. She tingled everywhere, and as she cleaned herself, shudders wracker her body as she drew the rough paper towel over her sensitive flesh. Her eyes involuntarily closed as it rasped against her clit, and felt the damp return.
Sliding a finger against herself, she leaned against the wall, and braced herself, jumping when the sound of a long-hauler's air horn blasted the silence. She shook herself, tossed the towel in the trash and ran for her car.
