“Jesus, you’re making me hard.”
“And I like that as well,” I said as he started to rub himself up and down my thigh, getting higher and closer.
“You do?”
I nodded. He nudged at my entrance and I brought my legs up around his hips.
“You’re insatiable,” he said, trailing his cock up to my clitoris. I arched against him.
“Only for you,” I whispered.
I grabbed a condom from the bedside table and he quickly sheathed his erection.
He plunged into me and stilled, filling me body and mind. He pressed himself close to me, his forehead against mine, and moved slowly, pressing deeper and deeper. His weight on me made me feel safe and protected, his hands under my shoulders were pushing me toward him. The heat and sweat built between us, intermingling.
“Anna,” he breathed into my mouth and I dug my heels into his bottom, urging him closer to me. I thought it couldn’t get better between us but this was different, closer, more intimate. I reached for his face and trailed across my fingers his cheekbones.
“Ethan,” I whispered back.
It washed over me. Love. I loved him. All of a sudden, I was clear—all the emotions of the day had coming crashing down because I was trying to squash what we had together—what I felt for him. I was in love with this man. The beautiful man that was above me, inside me. “Ethan.” I didn’t say what my whole body felt. Today had been complicated enough. There would be time.
I brushed my lips against his and squeezed my muscles around him and he groaned. I loved to hear what my body could do to him—it was such a turn on. My nippleshardened against his chest, dragging across his skin as he shifted above me. His pace quickened but his movements were still small and intense. His muscles clenched as if he were putting every ounce of his energy into his small movements.
He circled his hips slightly and my moan caught in my throat. He watched me as I held my breath. He thrust again and again, reaching farther and farther inside and then we were both there. Right at the same time, in that white light, together, watching each other.
His body was rigid for a few long seconds and then he collapsed onto me, his head against my neck—panting, licking, sucking.
“Fuck, beautiful,” he growled breathlessly.
My breathing slowed “Hmmm” was all I could manage and I trailed my fingertips up and down his spine. I wanted him to stay on top of me like that forever.
NINE
Anna
After that, things were still complicated but easier. Our relationship was everything it should be. What was between us was more than just a summer fling or a holiday romance—our hearts were open to each other.
My flat sold but I only went back with Ethan to pack things up. I didn’t stay there again. I moved some of my things to Ethan’s rented apartment and the rest I put in storage.
I should have started looking for a new place but that meant thinking about the future and what I wanted to do. I’d agreed with Ethan that for the first time ever, I was going to live in the present. I wasn’t going to worry about the future. In the present Ethan was in London and that’s exactly where I wanted to be. I didn’t want to fast forward this relationship—the thought of him meeting my parents, or us moving in together properly, the thought of him as a father, us married—all that stuff that I used to think about with previous boyfriends, I couldn’t let myselfthink about with Ethan. All that mattered was the here and now.
I managed to extract myself from working directly for Ethan, claiming I was too busy with another client’s work and my excuse wasn’t questioned. There were plenty of people lining up to take my place, wanting to impress the New York office. It was easier like that. I could separate work Ethan from my Ethan. Well, most of the time I could separate them. Every now and then we would pass each other in the corridor and our eyes would slam together and my underwear dampened and I knew he would be fighting a hard-on.
Our sexual attraction to each other didn’t dip, not even for a second. He was inside me every chance he got and he was right when he said I was insatiable. I couldn’t get enough of him. My body ached for him in the evenings while I waited for him to emerge from the office. Ethan worked hard, too hard. He always worked later than I did. He came home, it felt like our home, exhausted and stressed and I would pour him a whiskey, which we inevitably ended up sharing and then he would have me. My body was his. I would often be shuddering with anticipation by the time we were naked, as if his body was something I got to experience rarely, rather than every day, several times a day. Each time was better than the last as we fell deeper and deeper into each other.
Friday evening Ethan and I left at a similar time, earlier than the rest of the week, wanting to extend our weekend together to as long as possible. Even when we did leave the office at similar times, we never left together. No one at work knew we were together—it was against the rules. The other associates speculated about Ethan’s love life and there were various rumors about an American girlfriend or aBritish gay lover. I listened, unconcerned. I was pleased they didn’t know Ethan. I wanted to keep him for myself.
As I let myself into the flat, Ethan stood facing away from me, staring out the window, his forehead pressed against the glass. He turned as I closed the door and smiled at me. A tired smile, but a smile nonetheless.
Ethan
“Hey, beautiful.” How did she manage to look so fucking amazing all the time? My cock stirred just at the sight of her. It had never occurred to me that I could remain physically attracted to a woman for this long. And the sex between us only got better. She seemed to know my body so exactly, she knew when to squeeze, bite, moan and beg for maximum impact. All these weeks later, I still had to concentrate on not getting a hard-on when I saw her in the corridors at work. Especially when she shot me that look. The look that made me feel like I really was her god. Fuck.
“Hey, my gorgeous man,”
I needed her right now. I needed her body to soothe my mind. Work was a bitch at the moment and it wasn’t getting easier. Trying to manage the London politics and hold on to my US clients meant I was working long hours. Anna hadn’t said anything but I wondered if she got pissed off at the lack of time I could spend with her, especially during the week. I bet her previous boyfriends had more time for her.
“Whiskey?” she asked.
