“Do you let them do this?”He touched her where he knew she was ultrasensitive and, at the same time, probed for entry.
“John, don’t—”
But he was rock hard, needing to take her this way.“No, you don’t let them,” he whispered hoarsely, nudging deeper and deeper inside her.“You don’t, because this is our way.”
“You’re hurting me,” she whimpered.
“Only because you’re fighting it.Don’t resist.Take it easy.”He withdrew, then pushed back into her.The pleasure was so intense that his voice was little more than a growl.“That’s it.That’s it.”He felt her hand covering his between her legs, pressing, rubbing, all of which excited him more, but when she began to move against him, drawing him in deeper, holding him there, he lost all thought of caution.With her cries of pleasure ringing in the air, he thrust into her again and again, harder and harder, until he felt sure he’d split her apart.His climax was long and hot.She was trembling when he finally pulled out.
“Help me,” she whispered, turning under him and reaching for his head.He lowered it, took her mouth in a savage kiss, then moved down her body.With the same savageness, his mouth brought her to one climax, then another.By that time he was rock hard again, so he entered her that way and brought her to yet a third.Their bodies were hot, slick, and spent by the time they finally sank back against the pillows.
Closing his eyes, John let his pulse calm while he listened to the way Hillary panted, mixing sighs with low moans of pleasure.He loved the sound.It was one of the ways she was different.She wasn’t ashamed of taking her pleasure.She didn’t try to hide it.She let him do what he wanted, and she enjoyed it.Not all women did.
“So,” he said.“I ask you again.Are they as good as I am?”
It was a minute more before she caught her breath enough to answer.Looking up at him, her dark hair a riot of tangles exotically framing her face, she whispered, “No one is as good as you are, John.You can bet that if I ever find one who is, I won’t be waiting around for you anymore.”
He saw the same twitch at the corner of her mouth.“Bitch.”
“You’re full of compliments today.So what brought on the first?What prompted you to tell me you like me?”
The comment had come in the aftermath of passion, when his defenses were down.She’d been an outlet for the tension that had built inside him for a long time, and he had felt relieved.
Hoisting himself up against the headboard, he reached for another cigarette.“I just realized that I did, so I thought I’d say it.”He flicked the silver lighter that she kept around for his use, and talked with the cigarette in his mouth.“You’re easy to be with.You don’t make demands.I like that.”He drew deeply on the cigarette, only then taking it in his hand.
“Go on.”
He was feeling mellow enough to indulge her for once.“You don’t cling.You don’t curl up on top of me after we’ve made love, like you’re afraid I’ll run off somewhere if you don’t.”
She gave a throaty laugh.“If you wanted to run off, I wouldn’t be able to stop you.Besides, I’m hot and sweaty.The last thing I want is to curl up on top of you.”She rana hand under her breasts to catch the dampness there.“Go on.Tell me what else you like.”
“You’re independent.You have your own life.You work.”
“For what that’s worth.It doesn’t seem to be getting me far.”
He didn’t expect that it would.Newspaper journalists were a dime a dozen.The ones who made it big were aggressive to the point of ruthlessness.They had guts and grit.Hillary might be independent, but she wasn’t sharp-edged.Not that he minded.He didn’t want her name in lights.He wanted her to stay the nobody she was.She wasn’t any threat that way.
Knowing that she wouldn’t understand his line of thinking, he said, to mollify her, “You haven’t been at it long.”
“Three years.I think I’ve been stereotyped.The assignments they give me are fluff pieces.I need a change.”
“To a different department?”
“To a different paper.”
“You’re at the best Boston has.”
“New York’s got a lot more.”
“New York?”He grunted.“Don’t start in on that again.”Annoyed, he took another drag on his cigarette.
“It’s just a thought.”
But he worried that it was more than that.“Not a terribly good one.Living in New York is different from living here, Hillary.For every dollar more you earn, you’ll need two to maintain the same standard of living.”
“I don’t care how I live.It’s the professional opportunity that I want.I want to be somewhere I’ll be noticed.”
“You think you’ll be noticed in New York?Think again.New York is big business.Hundreds of people wanting to be noticed step off planes there every day.You’ll be the smallest fish in the biggest pond in the world.”
