But they could wait.
There were more important things to do.
“I don’t need any more moments.” I turned around in his arms and pulled his sweater up over his body, taking the T-shirt that was underneath with it.
He let me strip him, giving me control even if it was only for a few seconds.
A few seconds it was, his mouth crashing back on mine, his hands busying themselves with my clothes, finding quick ways to shed them from my skin so I was left in just my underwear, a pretty blue bra and matching underwear, which I was now pleased I’d had the foresight to put on that morning.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.” He looked me up and down, taking his fill. “When I saw you naked in the hotel room it nearly killed me.”
“That would have been a funny way to die.” I put a hand on his chest, feeling the muscles there, the slight roughness of his hair, then I let my hand slip to the belt of his jeans, undoing the buckle with both hands and pushing them down.
“I’d noticed how beautiful you were every time we’d met up. I’d thought about you and felt bad about it – you were my friend and that was what you needed me for, but I couldn’t get you out of my head. When I went on dates, I compared the women to you, which wasn’t fair. There were so many text messages I typed but never sent because I knew they’d cause a whole shitstorm of mess.”
“Maybe they wouldn’t have.” I pushed him backwards, moving him onto the huge bed that still didn’t take up most of the room. “Maybe I would’ve felt the same.”
I was pulled on top of him, my bra lost in the process. Gully’s mouth trailed from my neck to my breast, teasing my nipple intoa tight peak, his hand on my waist, keeping me where he wanted me.
He switched to the other side, shivers running over my skin as it was lit up with what he was doing. I could feel dampness building between my legs, the fire he’d become too good at beginning to burn in the best possible way.
He looked up at me, eyes reading something from mine that made him smile. “Maybe it was meant to be this way. Maybe if I’d told you how I felt we wouldn’t be here now, having a baby in a few months.”
“Maybe.” I was rolled onto my back, my underwear pulled down my legs and discarded onto the floor. His mouth carried on memorising every centimetre of my skin, travelling over flesh that was burning for him.
My hands ran over his chest, his back, over his ass and down his front so I could take his length in my hand, grazing over it and revelling in the groan I elicited from him.
“I thought our first time would be desperate and rushed,” I said, as his mouth moved slowly over my skin, his tongue teasing a nipple as his hand cupped my breast.
“It’s a first. We should take our time. Promise I’ll fuck you hard and fast later.”
My heart skipped a beat, my body remembering what it had been like in New Orleans when he seemed to have discovered everything that made my toes curl in just one night.
Sex against the wall, me on top with him still calling the shots, from behind while his hands played everywhere, in the shower where we managed to break the door.
“I’m holding you to that.” My hand gripped his hair as his mouth landed between my legs, lapping at my clit in entirely the right way to induce an orgasm there and then.
He didn’t prolong it, looking up at me with a slow, smug smile that told me there was only one person who was in control here.
“I can’t wait to get inside you, but I’m not sure it should be now. We could wait.”
“Fuck me, now, Gulliver Holland. I want your cock balls deep in me.” There was no need for any flowery language.
“Was that you begging?”
“It’s as close as you’re going to get.”
Another grin, boyish and thrilled, his eyes shining with words that we said and we knew we’d say again.
He lined his cock up with my entrance and pushed home, filling me in one easy movement. He was thick and big and everything I remembered from before, my body filled with the best sort of shivers as he entered me, my heart pulled at his expression.
“You feel so fucking amazing, ‘Ris.” He stilled, pausing above me. “I think you’re my favourite place to be.”
“I like that.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, shifting my hips, needing him to move.
He started a slow rhythm, deep, long movements inside me so we could feel everything, the pace increasing, his sentences become fragmented until everything in me tightened and I came hard and tight around his cock, the place where I ended and he began blurred.
Gully took hold of my leg, pressing it up so he could move a little deeper, the speed increasing as he drew closer to his own ending. My tits bounced with the movement, his eyes shifting from them to my face, his hand braced on the headboard behind me.
