The bedroom is tiny, with barely enough room for the double bed, but as that’s the only place we’re interested in, it doesn’t really matter. He climbs onto the mattress and lowers me down, lying on top, and kisses me some more for a while, rocking his hips against mine, arousing us both.
“Too much clothing,” he says after a while, growing frustrated with the tangle of bra straps beneath my top. “I want you naked.”
He pushes up and lifts off me. I take off my tee and bra while he divests himself of his polo shirt, jeans, and boxers. I get my jeans down to my knees, and he helps me tug them over my feet and takes off my underwear. Next he pulls back the duvet, and then we slide underneath and tug the duvet up over us.
“Mmm, better,” he murmurs, pulling me close against him. We’re lying on our sides, pressed together from our chests to our thighs, his mouth searing mine as his hands glide over me. Ohhh, this is bliss… I could stay here all night…
But nothing lasts forever, and I can’t wait any longer. I shift up the bed a little and hook my leg across his hips, then move until I feel the tip of his erection enter me.
“Wait,” he says hoarsely. “Condom.”
Obviously, it’s a bit late for that, but he doesn’t have all the facts. I can’t get pregnant now, though, so I kiss him lightly, then say, “I’m on the pill, and happy for you to leave it, if you want.”
He hesitates. I know it would have been drummed into him since he was a teen never to have sex without a condom. But what man wouldn’t prefer to ride bareback?
I move my hips, teasing him with my slick flesh, and he groans, holds my hips, and sinks into me.
“Aaahhh…” I close my eyes blissfully.
“Fuck,” he says, “Maddie…”
“You feel so good…” I clench my internal muscles, and he grunts, holds my hips, and buries himself inside me.
At that exact moment, there’s a brilliant flash of lightning, a huge crack of thunder a second later, and then all the lights go out.
We both gasp as we’re plunged into darkness. Jesus, I hadn’t realized just how far from civilization we were here. It’s completely, alarmingly black. I can’t see the doorway or the window, or even Caesar, right in front of me.
“Fuck,” he says, “that’s dark.”
We pause, locked together, and I know his heart must be racing the same way mine is. I blink a few times. As my eyes adjust, a faint outline of him becomes visible, and I realize the light’s coming from the four glow-in-the-dark stars I stuck to the ceiling years ago.
“The Crux,” he says, obviously realizing they’re in the shape of the Southern Cross constellation. “You want me to go and switch on the generator?”
I tighten my muscles again, feeling him deep inside me. “No.” I go to kiss him and miss, landing on his nose. He laughs and moves so our lips meet, then starts to move his hips. “We’ll have to do it by touch,” he murmurs.
Ohhh… this feels magical, as if we’re floating through ink-dark space, or the depths of the ocean. Without my sight, my other senses seem to become more powerful. Everything about Caesar feels masculine beneath my fingers. The slight stubble onhis jaw. The curve of his Adam’s apple. The short curly hairs on his chest. The firm muscles in his arms and shoulders. It’s all so different from my own body. He even smells different; his woody scent is sensual and erotic mixed with his beautiful warm male skin.
“Your skin is gorgeous,” he says, clearly feeling the same way. “You’re so soft and silky, and there are no angles to you at all. You’re all dips…” He glides his hand into my waist, “… and curves,” and he follows my hips around to my ass and tightens his hand on it.
He kisses across my face, around to my ear, and then down my neck, taking his time to touch his tongue to my skin. I tip my head back to give him better access, loving the way he’s so unhurried, as if he wants to savor every second and every inch of me.
He nibbles my neck, grazing his teeth and sucking, and making me moan each time. “You taste so good,” he whispers, his tongue lacing over my skin. “Fuck, I should have gone down on you. How can you taste so amazing all over?”
“Ohhh… you’re driving me crazy…”
“I want to,” he says fiercely. “I want to make you come again. God, you feel so good…”
I’m starting to spiral out of control again. “Mmm, Caesar…”
“Cupcake,” he says, and he gives a short laugh as he kisses back up to my mouth. “Here, you’re my Cupcake.” His voice holds a touch of possessiveness.
“Mmm, if you say so.”
“I do. Right here, right now, you’re all mine.” He plunges his tongue into my mouth, his hand finding my breast, and I groan. “Tell me,” he demands.
“I’m all yours.” I whisper the words, although they ring in my head louder than any bell.
He made me pregnant. I’m carrying his child. Of course I’m his. One hundred percent.
