Blair smiles, sleep still half owning her. “After last night we both needed sleep.” Her movements are not needing sleep; she’s making me aware of her body and that she needs something; contact maybe.
Or me.
I don’t linger on the notion because she isn’t mine. She’s been Ben’s since I first saw them together, more years ago than she knows, more years ago than I can tell her. Because I’m a liar and the truth will cost me too much.
Her breasts are full and heavy, her nipples dark and large. In my arms she’s all softness and silk, with hips that flair even though she’s lost too much weight and a waist I can almost span my hands around.
“You touch me like I’m made of glass sometimes.” She rolls me onto my back and this time I let her because I want to watch and let her have her way.
“You are. Glass and steel.”
She straddles me. I cup her tits with my hands, pinch her nipples lightly and see her body shiver.
I know that she’ll still be wet between the legs from me filling her last night, twice. I know that she’ll be slick and swollen, because Blair likes morning sex, sometimes slow and easy, sometimes hard and rough and to the point of pain but never beyond. Even though the light’s pouring through and we should be elsewhere, doing things neither of us want to, we’re here now.
Staying.
I put my hand between her legs and cup her pussy. She’s wet as I knew she would be but a finger tells me she’s swollen and needy, and a second finger tells me this is going to end up being hard and fast where she takes what she needs and that’s okay by me.
She starts to ride my fingers, her hands on my chest to steady herself. Those heavy breasts starts to bounce as she moves and I take my fingers away, leaving her empty.
She freezes. Her blue eyes stay focused on mine.
“I dreamed about you last night.”
“Is that why I woke with you humping my leg?”
She laughs. “Maybe. It was me, you and Ben. We were all back together.”
“Where were we?” I don’t want her to say the beach.
“The castle. Christmas. Not the one just gone. I can’t remember any more but we were happy. And we were together.” She had my cock in her hand and she’s stroking it languidly, as if time will never be an issue again.
“What if we’re never together again. The three of us?” I don’t know where the words come from, I don’t know if I actually want the answer.
“Then it’s us. We have to be an us without Ben.”
She slides her pussy down onto my cock and I can only look at the sight of her taking me in, moving on top of me, angling so I touch where she needs.
I hold her hips, finding our combined rhythm, feeling her tighten. “Will I be enough for you?”
She leans forward, slowing her hips and kisses me. “I don’t think I can be enough for you. How can I be enough for you?”
“You always have been.”
I flip us over, managing to stay inside her and push her legs up high so I can enter her roughly and deeply. She calls out with the first thrust and her eyes go to the back of her head as I hold her ankles together with one hand.
This position takes any power away from her. She’s gone from having the control to having none and it’s all she can do to clutch onto the bedsheets as I take her hard, telling her how she feels, how she’s tight, how fucking amazing she is.
Because she’s right.
I’m a liar and a thief. She can never be enough for me. When I saw her and Ben together she would never be enough.
I need both.
* * *
I’m in William’s main office when I get a call from a withheld number. It’s unusual, because the phone it comes through on isn’t a number I make known. I slip outside and answer, not completely focused because something’s come up that William’s paying no attention to and he could make a complete cock-up very easily.
