I gave her what she wanted, pressure on her clit with my tongue, licking and sucking, hitting a rhythm that I knew she sought. Her grasp on my hair became harder, pulling at the strands and whispering words I couldn’t understand, but knew the meaning of.
When she came, she was fierce, her body convulsing, her pussy soaking my mouth. I took the achievement for myself, because she wasn’t going to tell me again that she didn’t enjoy me going down on her, I just wished I’d done it properly earlier, in Salford or Houston.
Her orgasm subsided, but I didn’t want to let up, not just yet. I lifted myself up her body, using one hand to cup her pussy, fingering her with two digits and hearing her moan again.
“Are you ready for my cock?”
She nodded, cheeks flushed, legs spreading. “Yes.”
“Condom?” I’d only kicked my trousers to the bottom of the bed and I’d stocked up in my wallet.
“No. Unless something’s changed?”
“Nothing’s changed. There’s been no one else.” I lined my cock up at her entrance.
“Good. Now fuck me.”
Her leg wrapped over my hip and I sunk into her in one smooth movement, filling her up.
“One day I’m going to do more than fuck you.” I growled into her hair. “I’m going to show you it’s so much more.”
She tightened around my cock, her hands back in my hair. “You already do. I’ve just not decided what that means yet.”
“Otter. What’s it short for?”
We were curled up on the bed, the sheets over us, towels from our shower discarded somewhere on the floor. Outside London whirred, the constant traffic not dimming even though it was now almost midnight. I needed to sleep; tomorrow was a game day, but I wasn’t ready yet as that would mean we were almost at an end of today.
“Otillie. But my little brother couldn’t say it or ‘Ottie’ which was what my parents called me, so he called me Otter, and that stuck.” She nuzzled further into my chest, her arm around me. “I like Otter.”
“It’s unique, like you.”
“I’m taking that as a compliment.”
“Which is how it was meant. What’s your brother called?” I wanted to know more about her. Now I had her name, I wanted more. All the family stuff, all her childhood fears and adult dreams. I wanted to pack them in my bag and take them with me so I could learn her well enough that when we met again, we wouldn’t start like strangers.
“Alfie. My family liked unusual names. Alfie’s quite trendy now. There’s a boy who–” she paused, as if she was checking herself from saying whatever the rest of that sentence was going to be. “Plays in the park near me and he’s called Alfie. It’s weird hearing his name being called – sounds like someone’s calling for my brother.”
“Do you get along?”
“We do. He’s three years younger than me, which still feels like a lot even now because he’s never stopped being a big kid.” She was starting to sound sleepy, which I could put down to being well-fucked.
“What does he do?”
“Alfie? He’s an architect or something to do with building things. You’ve tired me out.”
I chuckled. Sleep wasn’t that far from me either. I should’ve been thinking about the game tomorrow, trying to get my head in the zone for it, but I was too wrapped up in her. I was never nervous before a game because it was my job and that was how I’d always thought of it. I had been nervous before Lotte and I had launched a new product – maybe that meant more.
“What time do you need to be up?” I had an alarm set for seven-thirty, with an aim to be back at the hotel for eight-thirty. I was due at the complex we were using at ten to see the physio, with the game starting at five-thirty, the late match on one of the sports channels. Most of the team was staying over tomorrow night, making the most of the London nightlife, a change from where they’d usually play out in Manchester.
I was staying at my house, packing up a couple of bits of personal stuff before professional movers came in to pack up the rest and it’d go into storage until I found somewhere I wanted to buy.
“Early. I have a work thing at nine.”
I wanted to know what that work thing was, but I wasn’t ready to ask yet. I wasn’t ready for her to divert the question and tell me something else so she didn’t have to share her secrets.
“Are you in London tomorrow night?” We’d spent two consecutive nights together before. There was no harm in doing that again.
“Hmmm. I am. Are you?”
