“Did you think to have a condom nearby?” I needed a practicality here, something concrete to focus on before I lost my mind completely. I cupped her tits, feeling their weight, rubbing over them with my thumbs, enjoying her shiver.
“You don’t need one. I’m on birth control. All good here.”
I kissed her neck, biting softly. “You’re sure?”
“Sure. But maybe not in the bath.” She tipped her head back, her hair loosening, giving me better access to toy with her breasts, memorising her reactions. Somehow, I lifted us out without slipping or knocking over the champagne glasses, getting us sat on the damp, overly large bathmat, Zoey straddling me, shifting her hips so her clit ran against my cock.
Rain pounded harder against the glass, London now just a sea of lights blurred by the weather, but my attention was on Zoey, her hair now loose, her skin flushed from the heat of the bath and this, whatever it was that we were doing.
Whatever it was that we were about to do.
She shifted up on her knees, angling her hips over my cock which she’d taken hold of. “I need to feel you in me, Cay.”
I cupped her pussy, running a finger through her folds and feeling the slick heat there, pushing a finger inside her, keeping it slow. “Is this just for me?”
“Yes.” She shifted her hips, trying to take more control. “But I really want to fuck you.”
I moved my hand away, something snapping, and shifted her onto her back, her legs wrapping around my waist, heels digging into my arse. “My turn first.”
I slid inside her, slow at first because I knew I was bigger than average and setting off like a runaway train didn’t do anyone any favours. Pausing, I took a deep breath, everything blurring apart from Zoey’s pretty face below mine, her lips red and parted, her curls wild spread around her head like a halo, eyes wide and back bucking up slightly; urging me on.
“I won’t break, Cay.”
“I know.” But I might. If I wasn’t already so broken for her.
I started to move, falling into a place that was a piece of heaven, a space that contained just me and her, and I remembered what she’d liked years before, a shift in the angle, a change in the rhythm, shallow, shallow, shallow and then deep and she tightened around my cock, groaning my name, strings of words that were indecipherable and didn’t matter as I felt tightening and then a relief as I slammed harder into her, coming inside her, losing my vision and whatever I had left of my mind.
I half collapsed on top of her, our breaths loud and hard, limbs just starting to move again. There was a messy kiss, no finesse just all lips and teeth, slow and lazy now, words floating in the ether, not yet caught.
I pulled a towel over us, more for warmth now we’d slowed to a still. “You still want to do that again?”
She clenched her muscles around my cock, still buried deep inside her. “And again and again and again. But I think we should have that bath first and finish the champagne. Or do you still want to go out?”
“I want to stay in.” I moved my hips just enough so that she caught my meaning. “I’m just pretending that nothing else exists outside of here right now.”
“I can do that too.” She wriggled round so her head was on my chest, my cock shifting out of her. “I should clean up too.”
I realised she was referring to what I’d left behind inside her. “How does it feel? My cum inside you?”
“Like I’ve been well-fucked. That’s the first time I’ve done that.”
I propped my head up on my elbow, studying her laid out, half naked where the towel had slipped away. She was beautiful, which I’d always known, but even more so now.
I could never be just her friend again, even if that meant breaking my own heart.
“Really?”
“Really. What about you?”
I shook my head. “You don’t need to know about that.” Because it wasn’t the first time for me, although I wished it was.
“Okay. I do need to go to the bathroom though. Shall we try the bath again?”
We did. I re-ran it, feeling guilty about the water usage and forgetting that guilt when Zoey walked naked across the bedroom and slipped back into the bath. I hadn’t bothered with the bubbles this time, wanting to be able to see more of her.
I got in behind her, letting her use my chest as a backrest, wrapping my arms around her middle and resting back. I wondered whether I was in a state of shock and how long it would take to process what’d just happened. Pieces of my life rearranged themselves, sliding into different spaces, clunky, awkward. I pushed those feelings away, concentrating on the naked woman in my arms, wishing I could read a snippet of what was going on in her mind.
She turned her head round to me, her hair now tied up in a messy bun. “Any regrets?”
