“That’s exactly what I want.” I bite his ear. “Please.”
He twitches inside me and then he’s moving, every thrust sending a wave of pleasure through me. Within seconds, I’m back on the edge, spiralling upwards, a maelstrom of want. And then it is cresting over me, a wave, and I come apart. It’s like nothing I have ever feel before. An orgasm of epic proportions, my skin tingling as I come and come and come.
Angus pulls back to let me recover. We’re both sheened with sweat, panting heavily, and he traces a finger down my front, between my breasts, bending down and capturing a nipple in his teeth. I arch into him, as he works the tender bud.
Already, I can feel my body gathering again. Begging for more.
As if he knows what I’m thinking, Angus withdraws and flips me over onto my stomach, driving back inside me. One hand pins me down with delicious intent, while the other reaches around my hips, his fingers dipping down to find my clit. He starts up a steady rhythm with his hips, matched by the tip of his finger, and soon I’m lost again, as he winds me up, playing me with expert hands.
“Are you going to cum for me again?”
And I am, I am, I am. He fills me perfectly, driving further into me with every thrust, and I can feel myself start to come apart.
“Fuck, yes.”
“That’s it. Cum for me, baby. Let me feel you.”
The rasp of his words tips me over the edge, and from behind me, I can hear his own moan as he quickly follows suit, my rippling pussy pulling him along into his own orgasm. We shudder and judder together in mutual pleasure. His hand tightens on my back, a firm, comforting pressure. I feel him unravel, the last vestiges of his orgasm running through him.
He rolls off me and collapses beside me, and we both lay there, breathless and wondering, our limbs loose with pleasure.
Angus runs a hand over my arm, capturing my fingers with his. I lean over and press a soft kiss to his lips, and then snuggle into the soft spot between his shoulder and his chest. I can hear his heart, beating fast.
“That was…”
“Amazing? Incredible? The best sex of your life?”
I laugh. “It was alright, I suppose.”
“Alright?” Angus sputters. “I ought to throw you out of this bed for being so rude.”
“It’s my bed.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t throw you out of it.”
“Maybe later?” I trace shapes in the hair of his chest, running my hand over the hard planes of his abs. “Right now, I want to enjoy this. Us.”
Angus catches my hand and kisses it. Everywhere our skin touches tingles with soft warmth. “I could be persuaded to hold off.”
“Oh, could you now?”
“For the right price.”
“I might have to pay it in the morning.” I stretch my legs, feeling the aches and pains of the day return. “A full day of walking, dancing and the hottest sex of my life? I’m wiped.”
“So you admit it.”
I snuggle further in, so I don’t have to look at his face. “Perhaps.”
Angus laughs. “Alright, London. Morning it is. Besides, I haven’t heard you scream yet.”
“Who says you’re going to?”
“Baby.” I shiver when he calls me that. “Don’t pretend you wouldn’t shout my name from the rooftops if I asked. We both felt how wet you were.”
“You’re welcome to try.” I push him down with a grin when he lunges for me. “In the morning.”
“Guess that means I’m staying the night then.”
