“Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.”
Theo squeezes my hand as the gravedigger dumps another shovel of dirt onto the polished wooden coffin. It’s very late in the afternoon and heavy, grey clouds have formed overhead. I forgot to bring my umbrella, so we are undoubtedly going to experience a downfall.
The other mourners walk away and drive off to attend the wake, whilst Theo and I remain at the gravesite. Part of me senses that he doesn’t want to go to the pub; there are just too many memories.
“Grant was only in his thirties,” Theo sighs. “Just like us.”
“I know.”
“And he was always so careful. He watched everything he ate, exercised like an athlete and abstained from alcohol and cigarettes – and he still died.”
“It’s not fair,” I reply.
“Do you remember that time when he refused to eat the cake you baked him for his birthday?”
“Yep. Because of the fat and sugar content,” I roll my eyes.
“What about that diet he was following?”
“The one with all the grapefruit?” I ask. “That was bonkers.”
“Yeah. I’m going to miss that finicky bastard,” he says, desperately trying to hold back the tears.
I’m at a loss for words so I wrap my arms around him and hold on tight. “I love you baby,” he whispers. “You know that don’t you, Marina?”
“I love you too gorgeous.”
As we start walking away from Grant’s resting place, a droplet of water lands on the tip of my nose. Theo wipes it away with the back of his hand.
“It’s starting to sprinkle.”
We head towards a wooded area in the middle of the cemetery.
“Not the best idea, is it?” I laugh.
“What?” he asks, with a confused expression.
“Standing beneath these trees,” I explain. “Knowing our luck, we’ll both be struck by lightning.”
“At the moment it’s only drizzle,” he chuckles. “But if we hear thunder-“ “Then we’re out of here!”
It continues to rain and a thick, dewy mist fills the air. It’s almost beautiful as it dances amongst the headstones. Theo stands beside me and places his hand on the small of my back.
“You’ll probably think I’m crazy but it’s so peaceful here,” he whispers. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
He gives me a roguish smile and I can tell that his mood has shifted from maudlin to amorous.
“You know, there’s nobody else here?”
“Are you sure about that?” I giggle.
“If there is they won’t be able to see us through the haze,” he winks.
“Okay, but promise me you won’t make too much noise? Just to be on the safe side.” “You have my word,” he replies cheekily.
Theo brushes a strand of hair away from my face and presses his lips against my forehead. He kisses my eyelids and gently cups my face in his hands. I trace the outline of his lips with my slender fingers and he releases a soft sigh. I kiss him forcefully and my extremities tingle as our tongues intertwine.
“This is nice,” I whisper.
I pull my sleeveless top over my head and slide my fitted pencil skirt down my legs. “I’ve never seen that set before,” he chuckles.
I’m wearing a purple balconette bra with a matching thong that I had been saving for a special occasion.
“I wore them just in case you needed some cheering up,” I grin.
“You always make me feel good – and you look fucking incredible.”
He pushes me against one of the trees and places his hands on my hips. He snogs me passionately as raindrops sneak through the leafy canopy above. Theo removes my bra and runs his nails down my sides. He slowly circles my breasts with his fingers until he reaches my areolae. He massages my generous tits with his warm palms then teases my nipples with his talented tongue. I close my eyes, throw my head back and moan very loudly.
“And you told me to be quiet,” he smirks. “Shh.”
I continue to groan as he runs his hands down my stomach and licks my navel. He pulls the gusset of my thong to one side and places his thumb above my clit.
“Don’t just tease me. I need you to touch me.”
He moves his thumb in a circular motion, barely grazing me at first. Then he increases the pressure and my breath starts to catch in my throat.
“Do you want me to keep going?”
“Turn me around, I want you inside me.”
I hold onto the tree and spread my legs widely. Theo stands behind me and unzips his pants. He takes out his stiffened manhood and rubs it against my entrance. He grabs hold of my arse and slips inside my throbbing wet pussy. I take him so easily and he fills me completely.
“Let me know how you want it,” he says.
His voice is deep and husky which seems to heighten my arousal.
“Slow baby.”
Theo thrusts in and out, with deep and masterful strokes. His grunts echo throughout the cemetery and I don’t even care that someone might hear us.
“I love the feeling of your… arse… slapping against me.”
“Go faster.”
He pounds me with his powerful member and tightens his grip on my buttocks. “Theo, I’m almost there!”
“Rub your clit Marina,” he orders me. “It will take you over the edge.” “Oh… fucking hell! I’m going to come.”
“Me too.”
“Theo!”
My pussy clenches and releases as he comes inside me. My whole body throbs as I am struck by a wave of pleasure. Theo shivers with every pump of his cock and I can hear the strain in his voice.
“Oh, baby! That was sensational!” he gasps.
He pulls out and turns me around.
“Come here. I need to hold you,” he whispers.
I rest my head on his chest and I can hear his heart pounding.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I giggle.
“And what would Grant say?” he grimaces.
“I don’t think he would care. He knows what you’re like.”
“Meaning?”
“That you think with your downstairs brain.”
“True.”
“You’re not even going to argue with me?” I laugh.
“Nope. I don’t want to piss you off. Not when the sex is that good!”
“Fair enough,” I smile.
I gather up my clothes, put them back on and tidy myself up a bit. Theo takes my hand and we head for the large, gated exit.
“When did the rain stop?” he asks.
“I wouldn’t have the faintest idea.”
Theo starts laughing so I take the opportunity to ask him about the wake. “Do you want to go to the pub now?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“What changed you mind?”
“You did,” he smiles. “That was truly life affirming.”
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