She laughed, her eyes back on me, her fingers running up and down my arms. “You might get bored after one go.”
I didn’t laugh back. Whoever had made her doubt herself was now top of my hit list, only he’d given me the privilege of making her her feel better about herself, of making her realise she was more than just a woman who worked.
“I’m not going to. Trust me. Can you trust me?” I started to kiss her neck, finding a spot I’d discovered last night that made her moan and her body start to quiver. Then I worked my way south, her hands trying to soak me in, fingers gliding over my back, pressing in at certain points which I translated as me hitting a sensitive spot.
Her nipples had pebbled by the time my mouth reached the first. I took it in my mouth softly at first, licking and nibbling, feeling her push more into me, urging me on. I left it glistening and wet from my mouth, moving to feast on the other. Her hips bucked up, urging me on, her responsiveness making my already hard cock feel as if it was going to burst.
I wanted to sink deep inside her, to feel her tightness around my shaft and then to fuck her until she forgot about anyone else who’d touched her and only knew me. But this had to be about her and as nervous as she was about it not being shit, I was doubly so.
No dessert had ever tasted like her. I’d wondered if this morning had been distorted and it wasn’t actually as I remembered. But it was, if not more. She was musky and sweet and salty, her clit already sensitive and waiting for me to tease. I felt out of depth and empowered simultaneously.I could give this to her.I could be what she needs.But who the fuck was I? One of her employees who owned a tiny house and had a teenaged daughter with a homeless brother and more baggage that Heathrow Airport. I tossed the doubt aside, instead losing myself in her moans and sighs, the way she pulled at my hair.
She came almost violently, her body shook with her orgasm as if she was her own planet and there had been an earthquake. One last lick as she stilled to her clit had her saying my name, fucking poetry. I parted her legs and moved over her, taking time to suck on each nipple.
There would never be another first time. This would be remembered, forever etched somewhere on my soul and maybe hers.
“Tell me if I need to slow down.”
She shook her head. “Need you in me.”
Only too happy to oblige.
Slow seemed appropriate. Next time could be hard and fast and frantic like we’d never get enough in the time we had. This time was full of a different need. She was tight and warm around my cock, her body registering mine with moans and her legs parting.
“You okay?” I just about managed to get the words out.
“Totally. Forgot how good this feels.” Her fingers were holding onto me, legs wrapping around my waist, allowing me deeper and then we found our rhythm, my eyes fixed on her, her tits as they bounced with each thrust, her expression as she moaned and whimpered, urging me on, and her eyes that were starting to tell me everything.
The world had blurred. Time had stood so freaking still it would need a jump start to get moving because nothing else existed at this moment. Just me and her, our own private universe.
She came with no warning, her body convulsing, words that had no meaning but I could interpret them anyway and then I tipped over that edge, only there was no stopping the fall into the depth of something that was unidentifiable. Not yet. And I wasn’t sure when.
“Simone.” Her name was the first word I said even though the room had been heavy with quiet noise. I lay over her, my weight slightly to the side on the mattress. “Sim.” My lips found hers, the kisses slow and deep and messy, the taste of her now on my tongue.
“Thank you.”
I laughed. “You’re thanking me?”
“That was… better than anything I remember.”
Fear tugged at my chest, its icy fingers pinching. What if she wanted to find out if it would be better again with someone else? I had never been possessive, not with Rebecca or anyone I’d dated since, but if I could’ve stamped my name on Simone and claimed her as my property, I would’ve. “Good.” It was all I could manage.
“You think we’ll top that?”
“Give me the chance and that will seem like an awkward first time.”
“It was anything but awkward.” She stilled, quiet for a moment. “Was I okay?”
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her onto my chest. “You were amazing. It was all amazing. More than happy to show you again when we’ve recharged.”
She eventually fell asleep curled into me, her expression and body soft and relaxed. For a while I watched her, wondering if this was some sort of creeper trait that I needed to be diagnosed with. I wondered about the word that had been graffitied on the tiles and the why behind it, every protective instinct rattled through my veins. I wouldn’t let anything happen to her.
You protect your own.
* * *
Lazy morningsafter nights spent wrapped around Simone should be mandatory. I’d woken early, hearing Lauren stirring about the house, getting ready for school. Simone had carried on sleeping, looking less pale and relaxed because I had stared at her like a weird stalker before leaving the bed.
Lauren was in the kitchen, looking at the coffee machine like it was a god. She’d only just been allowed to have proper coffee, me being concerned about the caffeine and its effect on her.
