I heard her sigh.
I stayed static, where she could see at least. I was grinning hard, knowing she was getting impatient.
“I’m awake, you know. You were ages downstairs.” Her hand pressed on my lower back.
I turned around, seeing her lying on her back, looking like she was naked under the duvet, the top of it pulled round to just the top of her breasts, her hair spread over the pillows.
“Thought I’d make you wait so you had time to work out how many times I needed to kiss you before you had an average score.”
“I think only experience will tell.” Loaded words, every one of them.
“Can I have an attempt now?” I leaned towards her, my trousers and underwear shucked to the floor.
“Let’s try one and see how it goes.”
I kissed her slowly, maybe too slowly given how her hand clawed my back, her nails lightly dragging along my skin, marking territory I didn’t know existed. The duvet moveddownwards, her tits becoming exposed, her nipples hard but I left them alone, knowing that wasn’t what she wanted, her body pushing up towards mine.
I finally ended the kiss, pushing myself upwards and further away. “What’s your rating for that?”
“Fairly high, but I need to see what the follow through is.”
I kissed her again, leaving her lips to trail down her neck to her chest and then her breasts, taking time I hadn’t been allowed before to taste and touch and tease, learning her reactions, what was good, what made her giggle or laugh or grasp me harder.
She was soaked between her legs when I arrived there, the duvet a mess on the carpet at the bottom of the bed. It was a warm night, hotter now. I tasted her, my aim to torment as much as my will power would allow.
It didn’t take that long.
Need took over, pushing teasing out of the way, and I arched over her, her hands moving everywhere, her legs wrapping over mine, pulling me closer.
“I need a condom.” I didn’t want one, but until she told me otherwise.
“Fuck. I’m not on the Pill.”
We were both frozen, looking at each other.
“Bedside table to the right, top drawer. New box. It’ll only take half a minute.” I gritted my teeth as I said the words, too tempted and almost not caring about the possible consequences.
“You were prepared.” She grabbed hold of the box, unwrapping the plastic while my mouth found her tits. “Cas, hang on.”
The foil tore. Her hands worked the condom on my dick, slowly and painfully, a sensible choice.
Then I was inside her, feeling her tightness, her warmth, hearing the moans she made as I filled her, as she came and then I followed, the rest of the world no longer mattering.
I woke with Romy wrapped around me, the soft light casting shadows across an unfamiliar room. We were both naked, the sheets wrapped around us, messily bunched at our feet, and she was still sleeping.
It felt like forever since I’d woken up with a woman I felt this way about. I’d been in love with Bryony, madly at one point, but like many relationships, it’d petered out to the extent that she’d looked elsewhere.
I didn’t remember feeling like this though, as if this was my whole world encapsulated in one space. There was a peace to it, which I hadn’t had before. I felt at ease, although I’d feel even more at ease when Mia’s situation had been sorted out.
Romy eventually stirred which led to lazy morning sex, the sort that leaves you smugly satisfied and not ready to move into reality, but reality was what was biting.
“Deryn’s dropping the girls off at lunch, and I said I’d speak with Roe before they got back.” She sat up, the top of the sheet covering her tits so I pulled it down, a complete teenage boy move. “You’re incorrigible.”
“It’s not my fault. You have great tits.” She really did. I think I’d already shown her how much I liked them, but I was happy to show her again.
Her laugh was half embarrassed and half her thinking I was an idiot, which was probably true. “We need to get up. I need to shower so I don’t reek of sex and I need to speak to Roe.” She sighed, making no effort to get out of bed. “I just want a resolution so we can get back to a routine and feel safe. I’ve spent the week looking over my shoulder and it’s not nice.”
“The police seem to be getting to the bottom of things. It doesn’t feel like it’s dragging, they seem to be getting more information all the time, and they won’t be sharing everything they know with us.” I’d been impressed with how they’d quicklymanaged to get intel and linked up with other forces, which could always make things difficult.
