Newsletter Signup

Friday, 23 May 2014

First Chapter Friday by C.E. Black

September 13th ~ Present Day

“Gabe!” I screamed to the ceiling before landing ungracefully on his hard chest.
Our sweat covered bodies stuck together as we both breathed hard. Our hearts beat erratically, and I found just enough energy to smile tiredly against the soft dark hairs tickling my cheek.
Large hands slid up and down my back before rubbing over my hair, pulling the sweaty strands off my face.
“You’re gonna kill me, woman.”
I giggled, and using his shoulders for balance, I sat up just enough to look down at my husband, pushing his hands away in the process. His short dark hair was messy, sticking up on all sides. His brown eyes were still hooded, though more from being sated and tired than from the desire that had consumed us an hour before.
The dark stubble that covered his rugged jaw looked sexy, and I had an instant recollection of the rough hairs abrading the sensitive skin on my inner thighs. My insides clenched at the memory, causing a groan to spill from Gabe’s throat.
“Kara,” he moaned as his hands gripped my hips.
“Sorry,” I said, biting on my bottom lip and trying to hide the grin that fought its way onto my face.
His dark eyes narrowed as he studied my expression. “No, you’re not.”
Lowering my body, I brought my lips closer to his and whispered, “No, I’m not.”
Gabe’s tongue poked out to wet his dry lips, and I took advantage by darting forward and sucking his tongue into my mouth. I released him only to nibble on his bottom lip before our mouths fused.
Our lips moved together as our tongues danced. His taste was intoxicating, manly, with a hint of the beer we sampled at lunch. I didn’t care for any of the beers we tasted, but mixed with his unique flavor, I couldn’t get enough.
We groaned together as my hips started moving, lifting up and rotating, before sliding back down his flaccid cock.
Gabe’s hands gripped my hips and my nails dug into his chest as I disengaged myself from his mouth.
“Babe,” he groaned. “The mind is willing, but the body is tired.” I pouted playfully, and he chuckled. “Damn, woman! You’re gonna kill me.”
“You already said that, and besides, what a way to go. Right?”
“Right, but I could have sworn you wanted to go on that walking tour tonight.” His fingers tweaked my nipples as he raised an eyebrow. “I guess not.”
I moaned before reluctantly lifting myself off my husband. “You guessed wrong. What time is it?” I asked as I stood from the bed.
“We only have half an hour before we need to leave. As it is we’ll have to skip dinner until afterwards.”
“Fine with me. Staying in has definitely been worth it,” I said, sending him a wink as I headed for the shower.
So far, our little vacation had been perfect. We had played the tourist, walking everywhere, hitting the main attractions of the historic town, and eating at the best restaurants. Our hotel was to die for, elegant without being snobbish. It was comfortable, and that’s what was most important.
There were times I wanted to stay in the whole day and make love to my wonderful husband, and we had, only leaving to grab lunch,  but there was so much to see and do. I didn’t want to miss a thing.
We’d been there for four days, celebrating our seven year anniversary,  and only had one more day left before returning home. Our last tour was suppose to be a good one. We signed up for a haunted tour in one of the oldest graveyards in Charleston. I loved the creepy and scary side of the aged city and really didn’t want to miss it.
I stepped into the all glass shower and started the water. I soaped up my hair, closed my eyes, and relished the stream of warm water running over my shoulders and back. A groan had my head turning to see Gabe staring openly at me.
The coolest part about the hotel room was the shower. The seamless, glass enclosure hid nothing. It had been a tad uncomfortable at first, but I soon realized it had its advantages.
Gabe stood in the bathroom doorway, watching as I finished rinsing my hair. He didn’t hide his growing arousal, which only heightened mine all the more. I licked my lips seductively, earning another groan from my fine husband.
“I don’t know how this is possible,” he mumbled, glancing down at his hardening member. “You have been insatiable, Kara. I’m not sure I can keep up with you.”
“Aw, sure you can, honey. Or you can die trying, “ I laughed.
He chuckled as he walked towards me. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but I love it.”
“Well, I am thirty-two. You know what they say about women in their thirties. We hit our sexual prime. But what sucks for you is that men hit their sexual peak at eighteen.”
Gabe opened the glass door and stepped inside. “Hmm, is that right?” I nodded, biting my lip as my fingers found his stiff cock. It pulsed in my palm, and I squeezed tightly, sliding my hand up and down, loving the silky texture.
Leaning down, Gabe’s breath tickled my neck. His voice, deep and seductive, whispered across my skin, causing goose bumps to spread across my slick flesh.
“I don’t think it sucks for me, but I do think you will.” His hands lifted, brushing lightly across my hardened nipples just before placing them on my shoulders, encouraging me to my knees.
My eyes connected with his dark and intense gaze as I happily complied. My teasing smile was his only warning before I made sure to drive him completely mad and make us very, very late.


My head rested against Gabe’s chest as I snuggled against him. His arm wrapped around my waist as we stood in the middle of the old cemetery, listening to the tour guide tell us about a “true” ghost story. Though the guide was getting into his story, I wasn’t  paying much attention. I was too busy looking around. I couldn’t wait for him to give us the go ahead to explore.
It was nine o’clock at night, so plenty dark to give off that sinister vibe, but I wasn’t afraid. I was fascinated. Large trees with reaching limbs loomed above us casting shadows throughout the grounds, and the old chipped tombstones called out for me to get a closer look.
Gabe squeezed my shoulder gently, bringing my attention back to our guide. The short, balding man talked animatedly, his hands moved around erratically as he finished up his ghostly tale and began explaining the do’s and dont’s. Respect the graves, don’t take anything... Yada, yada, yada.
I zoned out and took the time to look over the others in our group. There were six couples, including us, and as I glanced around I couldn’t help but notice the heated looks a few of the women sent Gabe’s way.
I couldn’t blame them, he was a piece of work. At six feet, seven inches and arm muscles as big as my thighs, the man was well built, in all departments. Still, I snuggled closer.  A show of ownership the women couldn’t miss.
“Okay, so now you can take a look around. Just remember to follow the rules and take a lot of pictures. I bet you’ll see some orbs.”
Gabe and I started walking off, stopping to look at the beautiful statues and elaborate vaults.  A sad concrete casket with a statue of a baby on top had my eyes stinging with unshed tears. It was sweet that someone would take the time to do something like that for their little one.
 As Gabe took a few photos, I slipped away and began walking towards the back of the cemetery. No one else had gone back there, so it was quiet and dark. Crickets fell silent as I walked by before starting up again when I passed.
A noise to my left had my head turning in that direction. Of course, there was nothing there that I could see, but I began walking that way, noticing an impressive tombstone near the fence. It was larger than some of the others in that part of the cemetery, and I wondered if it was someone important.
It was tall with ornate scrolls carved at the top. The surface of the stone looked rough around the sides, though the face was smooth, no longer shiny, due to its age.
I knelt down pointing my flashlight at the inscription. A crack went down the middle from top to bottom, and for some unknown reason the sight saddened me. I shook my head at such nonsense. According to the date chiseled into the stone, it was fairly old, so I shouldn’t have been surprised to see some deterioration.
I moved closer, making sure not to step where the body would be laying underground. The thought of standing on top of someone gave me a little chill, and even though I knew they would never know, I felt it would be disrespectful.
Pointing the flashlight, I leaned closer and read the inscription.

William S. Scott
Died November 1, 1883
Aged 28 years

Nothing else was written, and I suddenly wanted to know more. Did he have a family, a wife, children? Who were his parents, and how did he die?
I slowly lifted my arm that wasn’t holding the flashlight. Something told me I probably shouldn’t be touching anything, but the incessant need for a connection wouldn’t leave.
Cold, rough stone met my warm fingertips, but nothing else happened. I chuckled to myself. What did I think would happen... A rumble of thunder or maybe a ghostly apparition?
Something tickled my cheek, probably a bug, and I used my shoulder to brush it away just as a tingle ran up my spine. My breathing stilled as I listened closely. The crickets had stopped chirping, and the night became eerily silent.
A shadow moved, catching my eye, and I turned sharply. Rows and rows of headstones stood silent and dark as my gaze searched for movement.
“What are you doing, Kara?”
I gasped, pulling my hand away from the tombstone, and turned with shocked eyes to see Gabe standing behind me. We both chuckled as I stood up.
“I didn’t think these places scared you.”
“They don’t, but sneaking up behind me is different.”
“Hey, I didn’t sneak. I made plenty of noise walking over here. You were zoned out. What were you doing, anyway?”
“Just checking out this tombstone,” I shrugged.
“Well, you broke a rule,” he said seriously.
“I did?” I looked around, wondering what I did wrong. I hadn’t stolen anything and I didn’t think I had messed up a grave.
“No touching the gravestones.”
“Oh.” I sucked a breath between my teeth. “Shit! I hope no one saw,” I whispered.
Gabe smiled, breaking the seriousness of the conversation. “Don’t worry, everyone’s gathering to leave, and your secret’s safe with me. Let’s just hope there are no consequences.”
My eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“You weren’t listening to the tour guide, were you?” He gave me knowing look. He knew my attention span was pretty short. I couldn’t help it.
“Guilty. So what are these consequences you were talking about?”
Gabe smirked. “You’ll see.”
Rolling my eyes, I threaded my arm through his as we began walking back toward the group. “Whatever, you can’t scare me. Let’s get out of here. Are you ready to eat?”
Nodding, he said, “Yep, and I’m pretty sure this tour is about over with. Let’s head back towards the car. I saw plenty of restaurants on the way here.”
Once the guide said his farewells the group split, heading off in different directions. Gabe and I cut through a dark alleyway. The cobblestone path was narrow, and we passed a few rod iron gates with cars parked behind them. I idly wondered how it was possible for the cars to get down there.
The hairs on the back of my neck rose, and a strong sense of being followed overtook me. I whipped my head around. The alley was empty, and only a few people walked past the entrance. My eyes scanned every shadow and nook, but I didn’t see anything. I looked forward, my eyes narrowed with confusion.
“What is it?” Gabe asked, looking behind us for a brief second before glancing at me. I shook my head, and we continued on, though the feeling didn’t abate.
I wasn’t scared, not with Gabe with me. He was scarier than anything out there. Well, except for a gun, but I wasn’t too worried about that. From what I was told, it was a pretty safe city.
Finally turning onto the  main street, I breathed a silent sigh of relief as we joined the massive crowd of tourists.
Whatever the feeling was, it had gone by the time we reached the restaurant, and I began to relax, brushing the experience off as just a side effect of taking a ghost tour. I refused to let anything so silly ruin the last night of our vacation. I wanted to enjoy every last second, and as I reached under the table to tease my husband, I did exactly that.


No comments:

Post a comment