“Fuck.” Two, three more thrusts inside of me and I felt his cock pulse as he came inside me, my pussy fluttering, pushed over the edge with his orgasm.
Then his lips were on mine again, taking possession with a messy kiss that said everything words could not. Breathless, we slowed everything down, hands still greedily devouring each other, unwilling to break any contact and his cock stayed inside me, still hard, still owning me.
“I love you.” He said the words without fear. “I’m going to have to do this so much over the next few months.”
“Years.” I dug my nails into his ass, enjoying the little bit of pain I was inflicting. “I like sex too much to give it up.”
“Sex with anyone in particular?” He looked ruffled.
“Maybe you, but I’ll need more experience before I can make that call.”
Gully shook his head then rolled us over, him on his back, me creating a wet spot that was going to be unavoidable for one of us.
“I don’t want to hurt you or make you sore.”
“I’ll let you know if we even get anywhere near close to that. And we might need to get creative when I end up with a bigger bump.”
“I can be creative.”
“Prove it.”
“Challenge accepted.”
When Zoey came round for the photoshoot the following week, Gully’s house was no longer just his. We’d ended up renting a van and driving down to London, packing up the belongings and furniture I’d wanted to keep and meeting with an estate agent to put my apartment on the market.
I hadn’t felt any sense of loss that part of my life had ended. I’d loved living in London and the lifestyle I’d had, and I was glad I’d got to do it, but I was in no rush to carry on with it, not whenI had a house with the views over the Strait and a huge garden with its own jetty to gaze on every day.
Plus, we’d decided that my old bedroom at Gully’s would become the nursery. The day we’d come back from York had been the day Gully had also taken all of my clothes and bits out of that room and into his, then in between him giving me more orgasms, we’d decided on some new soft furnishings for the bedroom and chosen some of my photos to be printed and framed to go on the walls.
So when Zoey arrived, looking rather shy and nervous, she walked into a house that was anything but the bachelor pad it’d used to be.
“This place is gorgeous.” She looked round the entrance, paying attention to the artwork, most of which I’d brought from London. “It feels so relaxed.”
“It is. I think anywhere Gully lives is relaxed though. He’s generally laid back.” Apart from sometimes when he was in bed and I’d been teasing him. Then the beast awakened, and it was a beast I very much liked.
“I had a bit of a crush on him. He’s so charismatic.” Zoey gave me an embarrassed smile. “I don’t think he’d look twice at me though.”
I shrugged. “He was a flirt, so you could’ve been in luck. Anyway, you have plenty of admirers.” She was one of the biggest female solo artists at the moment and had been for a while, and she was only twenty-three. “Anyone special?” I was fishing. There was a very quiet rumour that Zoey and Caleb were a couple, although no one had any proof or even a hint of proof that was the case.
She shook her head. “No one. My record company really wants to set me up with another singer, but that’s just for the publicity. I’m kind of off relationships at the moment.”
I decided to go for it. “What about Caleb? You seem to spend a lot of time together.”
She laughed, her gaze drifting out of the window. “Caleb has girls throwing themselves at him. Honestly, when he’s here, he’s the golden boy of the village, but when he’s based in a port doing his research or he’s in whichever city he’s taking a break in, he’s just a walking fuck boy.”
I frowned. I’d spoken to Caleb a lot in the last couple of weeks as he’d been back home, in between whatever work he was doing. He had a master’s degree in marine biology and was studying for his doctorate, as well as working for a company on developing sustainable something or other. He was friendly and polite and intelligent, working behind the bar for his father’s wife, and living in the flat above.
“Really?”
Zoey nodded, looking amused. “Really. He can charm the birds from the trees.”
I shrugged, kind of disappointed that there wasn’t some secret romance going on.
“So these pictures – they’re for you?”
She nodded. “Just me. I’m doing my own make-up and I’ve brought things to wear that I’ve chosen, so no one’s styling me and these are for my use only. I might frame them and put them up at home someday.”
“The best reason to have a shoot like this.” I’d done boudoir shoots before. It had been a good way to make a living in between bigger jobs, and I’d had some high profile clients who knew they could rely on my discretion to stick to the NDAs and confidentiality agreements. I also enjoyed doing them; you could capture a totally different side of someone - playful, vulnerable, fragile, confident, aroused. All of those emotions and characteristics that sat behind a mask worn for the public eye.
