Another pause. I figured she was talking to Phillip.
“She’s asked me to contact her. I haven’t. Do you know how she got my number?”
I got out of bed, finding the sweats I’d left there and pulling them on, needing a shower, hoping Simone would join me.
“A few times. She sounded a little desperate.” A brief moment of silence. “That’s madness, Phillip. She can’t expect that sort of funding. Can she approach anyone else for investment to minimise the risk to you?”
I found her in one of the spare bedrooms, a grey silk dressing gown wrapped round her, hair still mussed from sex and sleep. She was looking out of the window which had a view towards the Thames and Tower Bridge. I had no idea how much she’d paid for the house, I could guess, but part of me didn’t want to know.
She turned her head towards me and smiled, listening to whatever Phillip was saying. I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her neck. Her weight pressed against my chest and I felt her relax.
“How’s she taken that?”
“Not well. She’s young and still expects the business and art world to fall at her feet. I know opening this gallery is going to break her heart at times.” I heard Phillip’s voice clearly through the phone.
“Be careful she doesn’t break yours.”
“Maybe she will, Simone, but there’s no point in worrying about that. Maybe you could organise the food for the gallery open, make it tapas, give the new venture a bit of a push?”
“If it’s going to be appropriate. The media would love that – your ex-wife and your new one.”
There was a laugh. “Have your new chef front it. You told me he was doing well with the menu. How are things with him?”
I chuckled quietly, my hand slipping under the silk she wore, trailing my fingers across her breast to her nipple which I softly tweaked.
“He’s with me now.” I heard a soft inhalation of breath, telling me all I needed to know. I was hard already, a combination of morning wood and her and she knew it, her ass rubbing against my cock. In precisely four minutes I was aiming to have her wet for me and taking my cock from behind as she looked out of the window.
“I’ll leave you to it. Let me know when you’ve spoken to your solicitor and try not to work too much.”
“Will do.” She hung up, placing the phone on the windowsill.
“We’ll talk about that conversation later.” I used both my hands to lift up her dressing gown and expose her ass, pushing the material out of the way. We were two tall storeys up and it would difficult for anyone below to realise what we were doing.
I slid a finger over her slit, spreading the dampness up to her clit, using two fingers to massage in circles with the pressure that I’d discovered worked best at getting her wet for me. She canted her ass, allowing me easier access, the dressing gown sliding off one shoulder and exposing a breast which I used my other hand to play with, pinching her nipple.
She became slicker, closer to orgasm and my cock became harder. Whether it was because she’d been talking to her ex-husband and now I had her, or simply because she was her, I didn’t know. I left her breast and pulled out my cock, giving it a couple of pumps before lining up at her entrance. She spread her legs wider and my hand slipped around her front to continue playing with her clit, enjoying how she was having to hold on to the windowsill given her legs were shaking.
“Jack!”
My name was almost a plea.
I pushed into her, taking my time, loving how she gasped, how her pussy walls squeezed my cock. Her groan was almost enough to make me come. I paused when I was fully inside her, then took my time to start to fuck her, slow and deep, loving the way she clutched on, moaning as I possessed her.
“This is just for me. No one else. This cunt is mine.” My words were brutal. I had one hand now wrapped in her hair, pulling ever so slightly, the other on top of her hand on the windowsill, keeping her there.
Her demands grew more breathless as she came closer, her pussy tightening, my name a prayer. I told her how beautiful she was, how good, how fucking amazing she felt, how she was mine.
I nearly told her I loved her.
My orgasm followed hers, sinking as deep as I’d ever been while my cum coated inside her I clung to her hands still on the windowsill, my chest resting against her back without applying any weight. The skin of her neck was soft against my lips and I felt her shiver as I kissed it.
“Back to bed? I’ll bring you breakfast.”
“I don’t think I can walk.”
“I’ll carry you.” I pulled out of her, bent down and swept her up in my arms, catching a glimpse of the wetness between her legs, from her and me.
I placed her gently down on the bed, not wanting to let go. “Coffee? Eggs? Toast?”
