The speed at which she undid my fly was torture, every slight nudge to my hard cock painful.
“This isn’t fair.” Somehow I managed to speak. “I’m wearing nothing above the waist. You still are.”
She moved her hands away and I regretted my words.
“Fine.” Her breasts pushed forward as she unclasped her bra, pulling it off with greater care than I knew she needed. Taking her time.
I didn’t move my eyes from her exposed tits for at least twenty seconds, feasting on the site before I feasted on them. She was gorgeous and she was for my eyes only.
“I’ll let you touch if you ask nicely.”
“What if I don’t ask nicely?”
She shook her head, running her own hands across her tits, pinching her nipples. I was spellbound, my eyes unable to move from her.
“I’ll just do it myself then.”
My head shook, I didn’t think I was in control of my own movements, all of the blood having left my brain.
“Please.” There was no question of who was in control here.
She stepped back towards me, hands onto my chest, running straight up to wrap around my neck and pressing her tits to me. My hands slid to her waist, pausing there as I sunk the memory of how she felt into my mind.
My relationship with Rebecca had been easy and probably convenient. She’d given me Lauren, and I’d forever love her for that but I’d not felt the intensity of this burning before, this need. Words stuck on my lips but I didn’t know how they’d be received.
“I want to take you to bed.” It was all I could get out.
“Why not here?” She started to push down my jeans, her hand brushing against my cock deliberately, teasing. “Because I want to christen my front room.”
I remembered – realised – that I was the first partner she’d had in years. She hadn’t brought a man back here until me. The thought was enough to make me strip the rest of her clothes and settle her so she was straddled on my lap as I sat down on the sofa, caressing her tits, making her arch her back.
Her pussy was wet, glistening in the lamplight. I slid a hand down there, cupping her first and the sliding a finger over her clit and into her heat, gently fingering her, feeling her tightness stretch around me.
Her eyes caught mine with their gaze; they contained a maze of words I couldn’t interpret. Her hands held onto my shoulders as she rode my fingers, her movements fluid and graceful. Like a dancer’s.
She was beauty and finesse and she was mine. I wanted to see us as a proper partnership, where we were a permanent state and I was hers. But I didn’t have the words, I couldn’t say them yet, because I knew for her, it was too soon.
Just like it should’ve been for me, but there were no rules here: just the waterfall of something I didn’t dare name.
She came with her nails dug into my back, clutching on hard enough to leave marks for the following day. I didn’t let her have time to recover, lifting her up. She held my cock and lined it up with her pussy, sinking down onto it as I released her.
I thrust up into her, wet hot warmth pulling at me. This was the closest two humans could be, this was about me and her and what we were, what we could be. It wasn’t her tits bouncing that I watched as I bounced her up and down on my dick, her hand between her legs rubbing her clit, it was her eyes. I tried to read her, seeing the passion and heat there, the depth of something else too, but then my own orgasm started to build and my focus shifted to trying to hold on until I felt her pulse about me and heard her call my name.
We collapsed on the sofa, me still inside her. I muttered unintelligible words into her ear, felt her hold me. Knew she had me.
Claimed me, maybe.
* * *
It wasn’tthe sunlight that woke me, but the soft sound of Simone’s voice. It was still warm in the spot next to me, the sheets crumpled and smelling of her. I was naked; we’d fallen asleep after fucking again when we got to bed. She’d been in my arms when the birds woke me up and I’d debated waking her, but she’d looked so peaceful, seemingly dreamless. Then I’d fallen back asleep, until now.
A low voice murmured through the quiet of the house. Quiet words that I struggled to make out at first, my senses still numbed by sleep.
“Are you sure about this? I can raise the funds for all three.”
There was a pause. I sat up, white sheets pooling round my middle.
“Just the tapas? I’ll see my solicitor and get it drawn up. How’s she reacted?”
