For Anna, being surrounded by death heightened the pleasures of living.
“Over here,” Kai said, backing me around a corner and up against one of the stone walls. The sky was overcast, a perfect backdrop of velvety grey over all the marble and statues.
Being with Kai made the Père-Lachaise Cemetery romantic in that ultra gothic way that only comes from mixing sex and death. Kai started to kiss me, his hands working under my shirt, his mouth to my neck. I could feel my heart beating faster, feel that dizziness come over me, that almost overpowering passion I had for my man.
Then Kai switched our positions so that my back was against the chilled stone, starting to slowly undo the buttons on my black tuxedo blouse. Letting the cool air kiss my skin. And just as he parted the shirt, the first drops of rain began to hit. I looked up at the sky, surprised by the storm, and then back at Kai, who seemed to have no interest in the weather at all, focused on my body, his hands roaming over me, touching me.
I closed my eyes as he bent to kiss my breasts, pulling down the black lace demi-cup bra, and then moving down, lower, his fingers on the button fly of my black jeans.
We were getting wetter by the second, drenched, and I could feel the water in my eyes, the droplets along my cheekbones, running down my face. Kai worked my jeans open, then spun me once more, so that I faced away from him. I was ready for him. Ready for the moment he pulled my jeans and panties down together, the second when he parted his own trousers and thrust inside me.
I was facing the wall, but if I turned my head I could see the curve of the stone path we’d been on, see the trees and the benches and the array of markers. The rain came down harder, and Kai just kept fucking me, his hand sliding down my flat stomach to rest between my legs, his fingers tapping out a random rhythm over my clit, wanting me to find that place with him. I felt the thrill of being outside, with the potential of getting caught at any second. But all of the tourists seemed to have run for cover with the start of the rain. And nobody was nearby. No one at all.
When Kai started to work me harder, I knew he was close, and I lowered my head and bit into my lower lip. Kai’s body behind me shielded me. Kai’s strong hands stroked me, touched me. And then his voice, “Come on, baby. Come for me…” urged me on as his breath grew faster, as my own heart began to race.
We might as well have been fucking in a swimming pool. We were drenched, and a shiver ran through me from the chill, my whole body shaking. Kai brought one hand up and grabbed hold of the back of my hair, tilting my head back so that he could kiss me. With his other hand still wedged between my legs, strumming my clit, he brought me off. Then I was coming hard, shuddering with the power of the pleasure, lost in the craziness of being in a place where anyone could see us – but everyone nearby was dead.
He came seconds after, slamming into me, my hands flat on the wall to hold myself steady, his voice husky and dark as he found his own limits and drove through.
Dressing again was far more difficult than undressing. Our clothes were waterlogged. Kai only had to zip his fly, but my jeans were heavy with the rain, and stubborn. I managed to get them back up, to rebutton my shirt, and then traipsed with Kai to the exit, nodding to the guard who seemed to know exactly what we’d been up to. He didn’t seem to care any more than the people he was guarding. All of those souls, sleeping under the steady sound of rain.
