“No buts. Just yes.”
“No ghost of Ed lurking under the bed?”
“We’ll use your bedroom. But no, no ghosts. Just memories.”
“Memories are good. We can live with memories.” He lifts his hand to cup my cheek, his thumb stroking my chin. “I’ve thought about doing this for a long time.”
“What, fucking me?”
“Well, yes, obviously. But this too.” He leans across to trail his lips over mine, a gentle, undemanding kiss, but one that promises much more. Soon. Very soon.
I lean towards him, opening my mouth to allow his tongue to slip inside. He’s slow, exploring, tasting. His tongue twists around mine, I suck on it, eager now to deepen the connection. I’ve waited for this, waited so long. I’ve made him wait too. He’s been patient while I’ve been inching my way closer and closer.
“Can we go inside? Now?” I murmur the plea against his lips, my fingers weaving through his hair.
Ewan breaks the kiss. His grin is wicked as he opens his car door. “Come on. Race you to the bedroom.”
We get as far as the hallway before he grabs me and wrestles the pair of us to the floor. I’m on my back and he’s kissing me again, this time his tongue plunging deep into my mouth, hot, demanding. Insistent. His lips are cool and soft, his tongue rasping, the roughness of the surface rubbing the insides of my cheeks, the backs of my teeth. My stomach is doing somersaults, my pussy spasming. My knickers are drenched and any moment now he’ll discover that fact.
Do I care? Maybe, but nowhere near enough to make any difference now.
His erection is nudging my stomach. I search for it with my hand, rubbing the hard length through his jeans.
“Fuck, Faith, do that some more. Please.”
I grasp his cock, working the heel of my hand across the head. It leaps under my touch, straining against the zip of his Levis. I unbuckle his belt and release the button before drawing the zipper down. Ewan groans as I shove the denim aside to free his cock, then take it in my hand. I curl my fingers around it like a fist and pump the shaft, slowly at first, then harder as he lets out a breathy curse. His dick is large, hard, a solid weight in my hand. I’m determined not to make comparisons, but even so, Ewandoesn’t come up short.
I wriggle from under him to prop myself up on one elbow, my other hand continuing to work his cock. The head is wider and a slightly darker colour, more purple than deep pink. Droplets of clear liquid are already dribbling from the slit in the end, and I smear them across the smooth surface with the pad of my thumb. Ewan groans again and flops onto his back, his arm across his face. I take that as an encouraging sign that I’m not hopelessly out of practice and increase the tempo of my strokes.
“Christ, that’s fucking wonderful. Stop now, though.”
“Stop? Why stop?”
“I want to fuck you, not come all over your hand. Maybe later…”
“Ah.”
“Ah. Right now, I want you under me, naked, screaming my name.”
“I see.”
He shifts his arm to fix me with a hard glare. “I don’t think you do. If you did see, you’d be scrambling up the stairs now flinging your clothes in every direction.”
“Like this?” I release his cock, with a degree of reluctance I admit, and stand up. I pull my T shirt over my head and drop it on his face before reaching behind me to unhook my bra.
“You’ve got the idea.” He tosses my T shirt aside and sits up to drag his own over his head. Then he reaches for his jeans and shoves them down. I take that as my cue to start the scrambling he mentioned. I head for the stairs, loosening the button on my skirt as I go. By the time I reach the top I’m only wearing my knickers. I hook my thumbs into the waistband and would lose them too but I’m grabbed from behind and lifted from the floor. Ewan carries me along the landing to his bedroom and marchesinside with me in his arms. He drops me on the bed and throws himself down next to me.
“Now lose the pants and spread your legs.”
“What? No foreplay?”
He grins. “Some say it’s over-rated, but since you seem so keen…” He rolls on top of me, then slithers down the bed until his chin is level with my stomach. He dips his tongue into my navel, swirling it around. It tickles and I arch under him.
“Keep still.”
“Or else what? Will you tie me up?” Oh. My. God. It’s one thing saying that to Ed, quite another when I’m about to be fucked by an experienced, accomplished dom who probably ties women to his bed as a matter of course.
Ewan eyes me, from somewhere down by my lower belly now. “Not on this occasion. But soon.”
