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“You’ve cheered me up,” she murmurs sleepily.
I chuckle. “I’m glad.”
“I mean it.” She kisses my ribs. “I haven’t felt this happy for a long time. Years, even.” She sighs.
Still trailing fingers on her soft skin, I whisper. “Neither have I,” but I don’t think she hears me.
I close my eyes, and we both drift off to sleep.
*
I rouse a couple of times in the night, and each time I reach for the sleeping girl in my bed and pull her close before dozing off again.
It’s just after five thirty when I finally wake. The room is filled with light. I’m guessing the sun has just risen above the horizon, because the river outside is a coppery color, a beautiful pinky-orange. A kingfisher is sitting on the fencepost to the left, still as a statue. Its turquoise feathers gleam like a precious jewel.
Heidi is still asleep, facing away from me. Her sunshine-blonde hair is ruffled sexily. The duvet is pulled up to her ribs, but her arm lies over the top, her hand tucked under her cheek.
I study her neck and shoulder blade, the beautiful, pale skin, touched with a couple of freckles. Last night is a bit of a blur. I wasn’t drunk, but I’d had enough whiskies to discard the last fragments of doubt I felt about seducing Huxley’s little sister.
Or maybe it was because I didn’t feel as if I was seducing her. She hardly needed talking into it. Perhaps I should have been stronger and more disciplined, and turned my back on the young, gorgeous woman with whom I felt an instant attraction, but I’m only human.
Do I regret it? I reach out a finger and draw from her neck, over her shoulder. No, I don’t. I feel sad, that’s all, that our time together is so limited.
I’d better make the most of it, then.
Moving a bit closer to her, so our bodies are flush, I warm her ear with my breath. She stirs, but doesn’t wake. I smooth her hair off her neck, then bend and press my lips behind her ear. Very slowly, I begin to kiss down.
I press my lips to her neck, and when I reach the place where her pulse beats slowly, I touch it with my tongue. Then I continue down, to the place where her neck meets her shoulder, then back around her neck to the nape.
“Mmm,” she murmurs, stirring. “Titus…”
“Go back to sleep.” Sliding my hand under the duvet, I stroke down her back, then under her arm and around her ribs and cup her breast.
She sighs as I tease her nipple with my thumb, my pulse quickening as the soft skin tightens to force a hard bead. Tugging on it gently, I shift on the mattress and start to kiss down her spine.
Oh yeah, I love waking her like this. She’s sleepy and she smells warm, the faint scent of her perfume lingering on her skin. I kiss down to the dip at the base of her spine, then roll her onto her back.
Yawning, she stretches beneath me, and I kiss her breasts for a while, licking and sucking her nipples until they’re long and hard, and her breathing is starting to quicken. Only then do I duck beneath the duvet, kiss over her stomach, move between her legs, and lower myself down.
Beneath the dark cave of the duvet, I push her knees wide, and she groans and relaxes. Gently, I part her soft folds, then brush my tongue right up the center, and she moans, tilting up her hips to give me better access.
With my thumb, I spread her moisture across her swollen skin, circle the little bean of her clit at the top, then tease it with my tongue, alternating with flicks of the tip and longer licks. At the same time, I stroke a finger down to her entrance, and circle it there for a while before inserting it inside her. She groans, and I turn my hand and join it with another finger, pressing up carefully until I find the small swelling, which I begin to massage.
“Fuck,” she says, her hips rocking against my hand, so I know I’m getting to her. My lips curve up, and I slow down, wanting to draw out the pleasure for her.
She groans. “Titus…”
“Go back to sleep.” I chuckle and kiss the soft skin on either side, then return to teasing her clit, sucking and giving her long, slow licks. At the same time, I coat my fingers with her moisture, then stroke down to the tight muscle beneath and very gently insert the tip of a finger.
“Oh Jesus…” she whispers.
I groan, tempted to move up and thrust inside her, but while last night was great, I didn’t pay her as much attention as I liked, and this time I want it to be all about her. So I continue, teasing her with my fingers and thumb, and flicking with my tongue, listening to her sighs to gauge how close she is.
When I know she’s on the verge of an orgasm, I slide two fingers back inside her and cover her clit with my mouth, and hold her tightly with my free arm as she comes. Aaahhh… that feels good, her tight muscles clamping around my fingers as she pulses on my tongue. Five, six, seven times she clenches, and then she exhales and flops back onto the pillow, completely spent.
I withdraw my fingers and kiss up, over her belly and ribs, between her breasts, and all the way up to her lips.
“Mmm,” she murmurs as I delve my tongue into her mouth. “Not sure if that’s hygienic.”
