The Tower Grave by J.E. Moncrieff Page A

knew he’d seen all he needed to see to feel confident in them. As they met the other staff members, John scanned the room then stepped the other way towards the bedrooms with a smile.
                  As he got to room four, he took a deep breath and knocked a few times.
                  “Hang on, hang on,” came a rushed female voice from inside. After a few moments of audible bustling, the door opened to reveal Jane wrapped in a white towel and her hair wrapped in another on top of her head. “Oh no!” she said and slipped behind the door. “I’m not ready, is there something going on?”
                  “Only a debt to be paid,” John said, feigning confidence.
                  She slowly re-appeared, looking shy for the first time since he’d met her.
                  “Nice hat,” he said.
                  Going red, she chuckled and pulled the towel from her head, letting her wet hair fall loosely around her shoulders and leaving one strand over her face. John stepped into the doorway and gently swept the hair back, kicking the door shut behind him. In silence, she took hold of his belt buckle with the fingers of both hands slipping into the top of his jeans and pulled him towards her.
                  “You smell like vanilla,” he said quietly as he slowly weaved his hands through the folds of her still-fastened towel and took hold of her waist.
                  “Mmm-hmm,” she replied. “You like vanilla?”
                  “I like vanilla,” he teased, sliding his hands further around her. He stepped closer as the bottom of her towel opened and revealed her naked, lower body; exposed but still out of sight from where he stood.
                  Without a word or a kiss, she unfastened the belt of his jeans and popped open the buttons of his fly. She smiled at his obvious arousal as she slid his jeans over his buttocks and let them drop.
                  “Commando?” she whispered playfully.
                  “You can talk,” he replied, stepping out of his jeans and feeling their skin touch as they pressed their hips together.
                  She put her hands around his neck and jumped up, wrapping her strong thighs around his waist. Held up by his hands on her thighs, she slipped her hand between them and took hold of him gently, making him gasp. She guided him to her and grinned again at his expression as her own arousal became evident and they joined with ease. From the moment she felt him inside her, she buried her face in his shoulder and began let out quiet, barely stifled moans, growing in intensity as they moved together with increasing urgency. Almost as quickly as they had begun, her body reacted and she forced herself deeper onto him, pulling him ferociously tight and letting out a desperate gasp. Her sudden, pulsing tightness caught him off guard and in an instant they came to orgasm together, shuddering with the speed and intensity of their climax. John moaned loudly in shock as his legs almost gave way and they gradually reduced to a panting statue, her legs wrapped tight around him and her towel still flowing beneath.
                  “That was quick,” John said, smiling and out of breath.
                  “That was amazing,” she said as she looked into his eyes and kissed him hard on the mouth, squeezing her hips around him playfully.
                  Without letting go or parting, John turned around, backed up to her bed and sat down. Her legs trembled as she straddled him on the edge of the bed and she looked at him closely, biting her lip for a moment.
                  “You will get back, won’t you, John? I’ve really fallen for you these last weeks. I’d like to really get to know you. You know, in the real world.”
                  “Of course I will, and