“Beforeyoumake a scene.” She shook her head, but she was still keeping up with me.
I unlocked the door to our room, one of three penthouses because even though we were only there for three nights, why not? As soon as we were inside, I pulled the catch over and caught her again, my hands undoing the zip on her coat, starting to unwrap her like she was my favourite present ever.
She was just as hungry, unzipping my jacket, her hands pushing up under my jumper and the T-shirt I had underneath – Amsterdam was having a colder than usual spell – and then slowing it down with the kiss, demanding I match her pace.
I let her. I passed her control.
She backed us over to the bed, toppling me back onto it with a giggle. I pulled her hat off her head, grinning at how messy her hair was, how pretty she looked, how happy.
“If this was the movies, we’d have managed to lose our shoes and socks, and our pants would be off now.” She attacked my belt as I lay on my back on the bed, looking up at her with my hands exploring her tits. I could feel that her nipples were hard already, her bra and vest, the only remaining clothes she had on her top half, all that was separating me from my goal.
“There’d have been a cut scene while the non-sexy bits happened.” I tried to kick my trainers off, but it wasn’t happening. “I think we need a cut scene.”
She moved off me and started to unzip her boots, then began the skinny jean dance which I always found too fucking amusing.
I yanked off my trainers and lost my cargo pants and underwear, kicking them off the end of the bed with my socks and the T-shirt and sweater I’d already discarded at some point, leaving me naked, with Neva’s eyes covering me.
I smirked, knowing she liked what she saw, resisting the urge to flex muscles that were definitely more prominent than they were even a few months ago.
Then I forgot about that because she was naked, her gentle curves on display for me, her full tits tipped by hard, dark nipples, the tidy patch of dark hair between her legs enticing me to play with what was below it.
She climbed on the bed, straddling me, giving me instant access to her tits. I cupped them in my hands, feeling their weight before plucking at her nipples, her back arching and pushing them forward.
“I fucking love these.” I pulled myself up with my abs, teasing one nipple with the flick of my tongue, my other hand dropped to between her legs and cupping her pussy. She was slick and warm and ready, her hips moving against my hand, seeking friction.
Neva gave me half a minute before pushing her hands against my shoulders and pressing me back against the mattress, lifting her hips and lining her entrance over my cock. She sank down with a sigh, taking my whole length in one action, her moan satisfied and sending a shot of electricity straight to my cock.
“You feel so fucking tight.” I managed to get the words out, my hands now on her hips, steadying her.
Steadying me.
“You feel so fucking huge.” She sighed, her pussy twitching around me. “Fuck, Jude. How do I ever move on from this?”
“Don’t.” She started a rhythm, quick, shallow movements up and down my cock that were rendering my brain useless. “This is perfect.”
I started to use my strength to bounce her on my cock, needing the pace to be quicker, needing some control here too. My hips moved in time, my whole body feeling as if it was melting into hers.
“I’m going to - ” She lost the last word to her orgasm, her body tensing, hips stiffening, pussy tightening before it started to pulse.
It was a good thing I had more stamina on the pitch.
I exploded inside her, my vision becoming starry and my balls tightening as my release came, pulling her hips down onto me so I was as deep as I could be.
I emptied myself, feeling lightheaded as I came back down to earth. Neva laid on top of me, my cock still inside her.
This was my new favourite position.
“Maybe we should move to Amsterdam,” I muttered, my arms around her, bringing her closer. “If this is the sort of sex we have here.”
“We have amazing sex at home.” She lifted her head and looked at me.
“Did you just give me a compliment?” I’d teased her often enough about never complimenting me, like she was trying to keep a lid on my ego.
“I was complimenting both of us.”
I stroked her back, her skin soft and warm. Her tits flattened against my chest, but I was sure I could still feel her heartbeat, if that was possible.
I knew I was in love with her. I had been before, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever stopped.
