I press the bell.
Anders opens the door. He's cheating; he's already shirtless, his belt is off, and his jeans are riding low on his hips. Placing my fingers in the centre of his chest, I push him firmly to one side, step into his hall, and turn to face him. Legs apart, I slide my raincoat off my shoulders and let it drop.
Anders stares.
“Fuck,Cora,” he whispers, and slams the door shut. He advances on me, fire in his eyes, looking like I’m the tastiest snack he’s seen in a long time. I should be nervous but I’m not. We’ve been circling this moment for ages. It’s the anticipation that’s killing me, not the doubt. I want him. And he wants me. There’s no mistaking his desire. It’s standing to attention right in front of me.
His body backs me to the wall, his mouth descends on mine, and all thought is gone. All I feel is hunger. My hands grab ontohis body, the bare skin of his back heating under my palms, the press of his erection urging me on. His hands slide down my hips and then up my thighs, lifting my dress. He finds my little surprise. “Oh, you naughty, naughty woman,” he murmurs, his lips so close to my ear his words give me goosebumps.
And I feel naughty. “Now every time you look at me, you’ll have to guess if I’m wearing panties.”
“Or I could just do this.” His hand leaves my butt cheek and slips between my thighs. His fingers beat a tattoo on just the right spot. My intake of breath is jagged. When he slides them forward and back, I climb onto my tiptoes.
“Inside,” I breathe and he obliges. My body is pinned by his, but my head is back. My eyes are closed as his fingers press in the most delicious way.
“Come, Cora.” I know he’s watching me and I don’t care. His fingers shift and I shudder, over and over and over. One down.
I open my eyes. There’s still a fever in his. His dimple is deep. His look of satisfaction immense. There’s a connection between us now; we won’t ever be able to undo. He’s just watched me come, a most intimate experience. That image could be in his mind when we’re comparing spreadsheets or discussing flight bookings. I will never know.
He leads me along the hall, pushing open a door at the end – his bedroom. The bed is made with crisp white linen, just waiting to be mussed. Anders is busy stripping off his trousers. Then he’s naked, sporting the most delectable erection I’ve ever seen.
I haven’t had sex with a man in years, but I take a moment to admire him. There’s a lot to admire. His tousled hair, his broad shoulders, his well-defined biceps, but my eyes are always pulled back to his cock, primed and waiting. The sight of it is enough to stoke my arousal.
“Cora.” His voice is husky. “Please undress.”
He doesn’t have to ask again. I pull my dress over my head and shake out my hair. His eyes nearly fall out of his head as my tits jiggle with the movement. I unclip the bra and let my breasts fall free. He licks his lips.
One step, two, and his hands lift me. My legs wrap around his body, his cock nudging at my entrance. I push down but he resists me. “Not yet,” he growls.
He bends and drops me onto the bed. I land with my arms and legs outstretched. But as I move to scoot further into the centre of the mattress, his hands clamp on my ankles, and he pulls me back down until my knees are hanging over the edge of the bed.
His hands push my legs wide and then his lips land on my knee and he is kissing his way up my thigh, his tongue trailing a line of lust. And then his mouth finds my clit and,Oh my God, all my birthdays have come at once. I feel the wave building higher and higher. I cannot resist. My muscles clench and I come again. Strike two.
But Anders is moving, crawling up the bed over me. This time when his cock presses against me and I bear down, he doesn't stop me. Wrapping my legs around him, I take all of him.
He begins at a gentle pace, a measured tempo. His mouth finds mine, his tongue penetrating just like his cock. Then the thrusts get faster and harder. Our mouths part as he pants. I try to hang on, to watch as the ecstasy blooms on his face but my own orgasm hits too hard. The best I can do is to cling to him.
He collapses on top of me, spent. And all I think is, ‘the clock struck three, the mouse went WEEEE!’
He rolls off me and I breathe deeply as the minutes tick by. My mind is skipping through a meadow, picking daisies as I lie on my back, staring at the ceiling, utterly replete.
I’m at peace. Anders is panting gently beside me. So I have to ruin it. I roll onto my side.
“Whydidyou ask me to marry you?”
I see his body shake with his chuckle. “Because it seemed like the right thing to do.”
Right. As in honourable? Or appropriate? Or best option?
“You could have just asked me out?” I trail my fingers down his sternum. He traps them before they can go further south.
The corners of his lips quirk up. “And would you have accepted?”
“No.”
“I rest my case.” His thumb circles my palm.
“But I didn't accept your proposal either.”
