"Seriously?" I said. "I figured that seeing as you hadn't been inside me for over six hours we'd be heading to bed."
His grin was sly. "That is on the agenda. But I did think we could have a coffee and talk or watch some series first. Then maybe I could be in my new favorite place."
I looked away, not able to keep the smile off my face. He made me wet just hinting about what we would be doing later, without even a touch other than his hand holding mine. "I think you have an addiction."
He pulled my arm so I walked closer to him, then put his arm around my waist. "I think you're right. I think I'm addicted to you and I'm not sure how I'm not going to be pleasant to anyone this week if I'm not seeing you. When are you free?"
"I've client events tomorrow and Friday. Are you back Thursday?" I realized I needed to know when we'd see each other again and not just for work.
"I should be. I have mediation in Manchester and it could run over. What time will your client event finish on Friday?"
"I'm hoping it'll be done by eleven."
We reached his house and he pulled keys out of his pocket. "Then why don't you come by here afterward and bring a change of clothes. I'll cook us a light supper and we can try some more of that wine. We will need to catch up during the week about marketing, but if you need anything urgent, go to Maxwell."
"Sure." We headed upstairs to the large open plan kitchen, diner and living space. I kicked off my sandals and collapsed onto the sofa. I felt far too comfortable here already, even more so than I did at Sophie's. "It's so nice to have silence."
He laughed and I heard a bottle of wine open.
"I thought we were having coffee?"
"We are, but it's early enough to try one more of the Rieslings. What do you want to watch?"
I opted for a crime series that neither of us had seen and we curled up on the sofa with the wine until the sun dipped below the horizon and his soft touches had turned into something more and we headed upstairs again to the very big bed, still unmade from this morning.
It wasn't demanding, this time. It was sweet and leisurely and we clung to each other as my legs wrapped around him, my body used to taking his length and width, and he knew where to linger and stroke.
Afterward, with just the moonlight to make us visible, he lay with me half covering him, and I knew he wasn't yet asleep.
"Are you seeing anyone else?" he said and I could tell he was fighting with the words.
"No. I haven't since I left Richard. Are you?"
"No. Are you going to see anyone else?"
I raised a hand to his face and stroked his beard. "I wasn't intending on seeing anyone. Then I met my contractor a couple of days ago and he cast this strange spell on me and made me do things I don't usually do." He laughed. "Are you going to see anyone else?"
"No," he paused, more still on his mind. He didn't express it, instead moving me to my back and rising above me, kissing down my body until he reached my breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth and then the other, then working further down until he came to my centre, licking and sucking and tonguing me, tasting himself, until my body thrashed against the mattress as I came.
"There's never just once with you, is there?" I said, once I had regained my breathing.
"I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not. Can you take me again? I don't want to make you sore."
"Tell me what you want to do to me."
"You like the dirty talk, don't you?"
I nod, my hand cupping his cock, starting to rub up and down.
"Fuck, Van. Stop. There's somewhere else I want to come." He moved over me again and I spread my legs. It seemed as if I was unable to keep them together when he was around, which didn't bode well for the office. He looked me in the eyes as he entered me. "You're always so wet for my cock." Thrusting harder he brought both hands under my ass, a finger playing with my asshole, already slick from my juices sliding down. "I'm going to come so deep inside you, you'll be thinking of me on Wednesday because you'll still be slick with it." Jackson kneeled, holding my hips up, finger still in place. The angle let him slide in deeper, his shaft banging my clit. "You like it rough, don't you, Van?"
I nod, gripping onto his arms, unable to speak.
"What do you want me to do to you? Tie you up? Put my hand on your ass? Tell me, lovely girl, how do you want me?"
"All of it. Fuck me how you want." And at that point, a part of me was lost and I didn't want it back. Every part of my life was measured, controlled, regulated. Apart from in bed with this man when I came apart.
He pushed his finger further up, a slight pinch of pain. "You want me here too?"
