Forty-Six
Mary and Quaddra made love in the house’s entrance hall before moving it to the living room table. By the time they finally made it to the bedroom, upstairs, they were both sore, a little bruised, and completely out of breath, but that didn’t stop them from going at it for a third time… and this time, Mary took the lead… at least for a little while. Not because she wasn’t satisfied with how Quaddra had fucked her. On the contrary, she’d never been so satisfied in all her life. She took the lead because from a cowgirl position, she could look at Quaddra and how he reacted to her touches, her kisses, her scratches and her hip thrusts.
And Mary could look at him all day long. His body was like an athlete’s – fit and trimmed but not overly muscular, and the intense chemistry that exploded between them every time their bodies touched was something that Mary had only ever read about in romantasy books. It just couldn’t be real… could it?
‘Oh my god,’ Mary whispered, finally rolling off Quaddra before collapsing onto the bed sheets by his side. They were both glistening in sweat. Mary was trying hard to catch her breath, but failing miserably. She didn’t even know if she was done climaxing yet or not. Her legs were still shaking and what she could feel flying around inside her stomach certainly weren’t butterflies… more like a fleet of supersonic jets.
‘That was just… spectacular,’ Quaddra whispered, just as out of breath as Mary. ‘And also incredibly loud.’
Mary’s gaze reverted back to him. ‘What was?’
He locked eyes with her. ‘The screams.’
Mary frowned. ‘What screams?’
Quaddra frowned back, trying to read Mary’s expression. ‘Are you joking?’ It didn’t look like she was. ‘The one just now was one.’
Mary’s body was still shaking. ‘Who screamed?’
‘You did.’ Quaddra’s breathing was starting to normalize. ‘Very loudly… a few times.’
‘No, I didn’t. Did I?’
Mary wasn’t joking. She really couldn’t remember screaming.
Quaddra nodded again as he smiled. ‘Loudly. I thought you’d pulled a muscle or something.’
Mary smiled back. ‘I pulled a muscle all right… just not one of mine.’
Their smiles turned into laughter.
‘So,’ Mary sounded intrigued. ‘Quaddra… is that like a European name?’
‘Nope.’ He made that ‘pe’ really pop. ‘Just as weird as it sounds, really.’
‘I wouldn’t call it weird.’ Mary chuckled, trying to sound breezy. ‘But certainly different… quite cool actually.’
‘Thank you,’ Quaddra said back. ‘I got it for my birthday – present from my parents.’
Mary laughed. ‘Wow! So how many times have you used that line before?’
Quaddra shrugged. ‘When your parents decide to give you such an odd name, you’ve got to think of something. Everyone I meet, if they don’t actually frown when I say my name, they usually go – “that’s a different name”. I simply figured out that a funnier response tends to break the awkwardness a little.’
Mary nodded. ‘Yeah, I guess you’re right.’ She looked left then right. ‘What time is it?’
‘Late, I think,’ Quaddra replied, turning to check the alarm clock on the bedside table. ‘Yep, it’s coming up to three-thirty in the morning.’
‘Really?’ Mary flexed her torso up to check. ‘Jesus! How long have we been…’
‘For a while.’ The new smile on Quaddra’s lips was a proud one.
‘Hours?’ Mary asked.
Quaddra simply raised his eyebrows at her.
‘Oh God.’ Mary pushed herself into a sitting position. Her legs were still a little unsteady. ‘I’ve got to go.’
‘What, now?’
