I wasn’t going to let her come. Not like this. I wanted to be in her when she came, to feel her pulse around my cock with no barrier between us.
I moved away, laughing at her complaints, kissing to shush her, knowing she could taste herself on her mouth. I lined my cock up at her entrance, feeling her heat as I pushed in the tip. Her moan was needy, her hips shifting to encourage me to push further into her.
“Need you.” She breathed the words at me.
I slid in further, feeling her tightening around me as I started to fill her up. I was about ten seconds away from coming, but I hadn’t been a two-pump chump since I lost my virginity, and I wasn’t going to go back to that now.
“Hard, Seph. I want it hard.”
Georgia, I’d learned, enjoyed sex. She was comfortable with her body and wasn’t embarrassed about taking pleasure, which I was more than happy to give.
“Hard, baby?”
She nodded, her lips parted, eyes drenched with arousal.
I thrust into her hard, holding her hips. I was on my knees, the position meaning I could go hard and fast into her but restricting how deep I could be.
I kept the rhythm steady, knowing that was how she’d get off fast, and I needed her to come quickly; there was no way I was going to last long, not the first time I was in her bare.
“Seph, Seph, Seph.” My name was a chant on her lips. “Fuck.”
She tightened even further around me. “You going to come for me, baby?”
Her words were incoherent.
“You going to let me come inside you?”
She nodded, her fingers digging into my shoulders as her pussy started to contract. I rode out her waves, keeping the rhythm steady. As soon as her orgasm subsided, I picked up her leg, putting it on my shoulder so I could drive in deeper. Four hard, slow, deep thrusts and I reached my own sweet ending, emptying deep into her, feeling as if I was finally claiming her as mine.
Our kiss was messy and slow. I stayed inside her, managing to manoeuvre us onto our sides, keeping us joined, her leg over my hip.
For minutes, longer, we stayed entwined, our breathing settling.
“I should go clean up.” She whispered the words. “I think you’ve made me very wet, Seph.”
“Good. I’m going to do it again later.”
She smiled, still not moving. “Are you staying tonight?”
“If that’s okay.” I’d stay every night if she’d let me. She was it for me, her and Rose.
“It’s okay. More than okay.”
I kissed her again, savouring everything.
I’d found my home.
The voiceI heard made my shoulders tense and annoyance bubble inside me. It wasn’t a voice I wanted to hear in my office.
Ten years ago, Cassie and I had talked about how amazing it would be when we worked together; how we’d be mentioned in legal journals and be mentioned in the Legal Five Hundred.
She’d never gotten a job with Callaghan Green because Max and Jackson hadn’t rated her. She’d interviewed poorly, had underperformed on the tasks that had been set, making errors that were unexpected and they’d told me after they thought she’d bring too much drama.
After we split up, I was relieved that she’d gone to work at another firm, although it had been before we’d split up really.
Hearing her voice in the building, a ripple of laughter from her, made me want to run.
“Seph! I was hoping I’d run into you.”
