I swallowed. “Okay, but will you tell me if it’s not?—”
“Use your instincts, and remember confidence is sexy. Here, like this.” She reached for my hand and pressed it between her legs, guiding two of my fingers with her own until they dipped inside her. “That’s it. God, yeah…” She groaned, arching into me and throwing her head back. I continued to move slowly inside her as she rocked onto my hand. It was insanely erotic to see her like that, and I was captivated watching her yield to the pleasure I was giving her. Her eyes were on me again, dark with desire, and something almost feral flickering in them.
“I want you to fuck me like you’ve been starved and I’m your final meal.”
“Sorry, wha?—”
“Harder and faster. Show me how much you’ve wanted to do this to me.”
I closed my eyes and did as she asked. I concentrated on rhythm and speed until my forearm ached and my skin was slick with sweat. I kept going until she tightened around my fingers and her moans reached a crescendo. She collapsed onto me, breathless and hot. And for a moment, I lay smiling at the ceiling and glowing with pride.
“Stop looking so pleased with yourself; there’s definitely room for improvement.” Her criticism was lacedwith gentle teasing, but I rolled into her and buried my face in her hair.
“I’m willing to try again. And again. And as many times as it takes to perfect doing that to you.”
“Good, because I’m not done with you yet.” She smothered my mouth with her hungry lips and trailed her fingers over my bare skin, stirring my arousal again. I wanted to feel her everywhere; every inch of me ached to be claimed and consumed by her.
“I want you to eat me now.” She whispered her desire into my ear and chased it with her tongue; the combination set me alight and rendered me wordlessly compliant, sliding down between her legs, removing her saturated underwear and diving into her like I knew what I was doing. And by the unholy sounds she made, I’d been a quick study.
Rather than re-dress, I pulled on my very unsexy pyjamas. Francesca wore one of my long baggy T-shirts over a pair of my cotton underwear with white tube socks pulled up her calves. I’d never seen anything sexier.
Neither of us had eaten much of Jane’s party buffet, so we were famished. My stomach somersaulted as we worked alongside each other in the small kitchen. As the tea brewed, I buttered, and she jammed. Tea and toast felt fitting, given that was where it had all started.
“Catherine?” she said, her voice low and serious.
I turned, and after a beat, her face split into a grin, and she smeared a blob of strawberry jam on my nose. As I opened my mouth to protest, she leaned in and licked it off.
“It’s no wild hedgerow, but it tastes good on you.” She trailed the tip of her tongue down to my mouth.
Christ,she was going the right way about getting fucked again right here in the kitchen. And as if reading my thoughts, she levered herself up onto the counter and gripped me between her legs. Her fingers raked through my hair as she kissed me, all tongue and sex and jam.
Dad’s key turned in the lock, and we sprang apart. Francesca hopped down from the counter.
“Alright, girls?” he said, ruddy-faced and glassy-eyed.
“Good thanks, Dad.” I tried to steady my voice despite my racing heart. “Did you have a fun evening?”
“As good as can be. Why did you dash off?”
“I got my monthlies.” Guilt pinched me at how easily the lie came.
“Better now?” he asked.
“Much.” I smiled, my eyes flicking to Francesca.
“Do you mind if I stay over, Mr T.? I’d like to keep Catherine company if that’s okay.”
My chest fluttered as Dad shrugged. “It’s no bother to me. Thanks for taking care of her earlier. I see she was in good hands.”
Good hands alright.My cheeks flamed at the thought.
“Anytime.” She gave him a sweet smile while at the same time squeezing my waist below his line of sight.
“Well, goodnight, girls.” Dad nodded and ducked off to his bedroom, thankfully at the opposite end of the cottage with no adjoining walls. Not that Francesca and I hadn’t already worn each other out.
I stacked some fresh logs on the fire, and we settledunder a blanket with our limbs entwined. The fire crackled as it took hold, and Francesca sat staring into the orange glow.
“Do you think Jeremy will be wondering where you are?”
