‘What’s wrong?’
‘This chair, it’s digging into my hip.’
Instantly I was concerned, every protective instinct I had on high alert. ‘Are you OK?’
‘I’m fine, Jack. I’m not made of china. I just thought maybe we should…’ She looked up at me from underneath her long eyelashes, her pupils huge and reflecting the moonlight. She gestured with her head towards the cabin.
I felt my whole chest tighten. ‘Are you sure?’
She nodded.
I stood, holding out my hand, and when she put hers in mine I felt like my chest would actually burst from the feeling.
‘You don’t lock the door?’ she asked when I pulled open the screen and then turned the handle to go inside.
‘Maybe I’ve been hoping you’d sneak in one night.’
‘I did think about it,’ she said. ‘The other day, when I was in the shower.’
At the thought of her in the shower I let out a low guttural groan, spinning her until her back was against the wall and I could lean my whole body against hers. Feel her softness yield to my hard, her hands reaching behind my back as she tugged my shirt upwards, her skin against my back, her fingernails lightly digging in as I kissed her with everything I had. With one hand I held her jaw, tilting her face to mine as our mouths opened for each other, tongues meeting, exploring. None of it was enough. It would never be enough. My other hand found her thigh through the slit of her dress. Her skin was smooth and warm, as I ran my fingers up her leg, around to the front, feeling her strain against me.
She moaned again, her hands diving for my belt buckle, tugging at it, sliding it out of my pants and holding it up briefly, triumphantly, like a trophy, before tossing it to the floor. I broke off the kiss and leaned back just far enough to be able to stare into her eyes, where I could see my desire mirrored back at me.
‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ I asked.
She buried a hand in my hair, pulling my face towards her again.
‘You ask too many questions,’ she murmured, her head dipped as she planted soft kisses on my neck.
‘That has been mentioned once or twice.’
‘Then stop talking,’ she scolded, nibbling the spot where my neck turned into my shoulder.
I shuddered, and the vibrations rippled through my body. She tightened her thighs around my hand, rubbing against it, and I could feel how ready she was. I was painfully ready myself, straining against the fabric of my clothes.
‘You’re so beautiful,’ I told her. ‘God, I want you so much right now.’
‘No one’s ever said that to me before.’
I drew back in shock, stared down at her in disbelief, with her tousled hair, lips swollen and dark from our kissing, her eyes wide and vulnerable. It seemed incomprehensible to me, what she’d said.
‘How is that possible? Your husband… surely?’
She shook her head. ‘No.’
‘Then he was an idiot.’
‘No, that’s not fair. It wasn’t his fault that it wasn’t like this. Or mine.’ She swallowed hard. ‘He was my first, and the only guy I’ve been with. We were so young when we got together. Teenagers, playing at being grown-ups. We didn’t know any different.’
‘I’m so glad he cheated on you,’ I said without thinking, and felt her withdraw from me, confused. ‘I’m sorry,’ I added quickly. ‘That sounded awful. I just meant, if he hadn’t, we wouldn’t be here.’
She relaxed again. ‘You’re right.I’mglad he did too.’
I kissed her, gentler this time, until the intensity built up again, like a glass filling with water, the need, thedesire,rose inside us both until we were at tipping point, teetering on the edge, the point of no return. I cupped her buttocks with my hands and lifted her. She startled for a second, then submitted to it, wrapping her legs around my waist, and when she did that the cup overflowed, and after that everything was a bit of a blur. I carried her to the bed, collapsing down on top of her because neither of us were willing to let go. She unzipped my trousers, then arched her hips while I pulled off her underwear, feeling my breath catch in my throat when I caught sight of her. She wriggled beneath me, somehow pulling her dress off over her head, revealing her breasts, almost tipping me over the edge again with their perfection. She clutched my head as I buried my face in them, licking, kissing, sucking until she moaned and said she couldn’t take it any more, swore she’d die if she didn’t feel me inside her right then. It was dramatic, but I felt the same. Couldn’t take another second without her. I wanted to savor the moment, but my body betrayed me.
It was everything I thought it would be, and more. We moved together like we were made to do so, in sync, her back arched, hips tilted, her legs around my waist, pulling me in deeper, always deeper. I came with her eyes staring into mine. I never thought I could feel a connection like that with anyone.
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