It takes a good while for me to come to. My mind is empty, as I luxuriate in boneless bliss, completely and utterly sated. It could be five minutes, it could be five hours.
Eventually, I roll onto my front to give my spine a chance to recover from being bent in half.
He’s lying beside me, his chest rising and falling in exertion.
Was it mind-bendingly good for him, too? I can’t read his expression. Sex with Mark is a foreign language.
‘It’s all about getting the right angle on the anterior vaginal wall.’
I look up sharply and snort-laugh.
‘What?’ he protests.
I can’t believe he’s serious. ‘Interesting line in pillow talk.’
He fakes exasperation. ‘I thought you’d appreciate the science behind it. Anatomy is my job.’
For a second, he looks shy, like he had performance anxiety and doesn’t quite believe he’s brought the house down and that the standing ovation is still ringing. I never would have expected this from a post-coital Mark. Not in a million years.
I can’t resist teasing him, so I put on a deep voice.
‘Oh baby, I can get the angle on your anterior wall so good.’
Giggling, I hold up my hands like I’m writing on a notepad.
‘Practical skills: ten out of ten, dirty talk: needs more work.’
He smiles lazily, but there’s something calculating in his expression, too.
He rolls on top of me, trapping me face down on my tummy. I yelp and squirm under him, but it only makes him grip my hands tighter.
He brings his mouth to my ear. ‘You think I’m going to go easy on you? That was just the warm-up.’ The low vibration of his voice makes me shiver. ‘Next time, I’m going to fuck you on your hands and knees, my cock hitting that sweet spot in your pussy so hard and fast, you’ll be screaming like a bitch in heat.’His dick hardens against my buttocks, and heat floods through me. ‘Can you feel that?’ he asks, grinding me into the mattress. ‘You’re going to pay for what you do to me. You’re going to pay all … fucking … night.’
He licks behind my ear, then rolls off me like nothing happened, like he hasn’t just reduced me to a pool of liquid desire.
‘I’m hungry. Are you hungry?’ he asks cheerfully, sitting up.
The change of tone has me dazed. I shake my head. ‘I thought there was, erm, an urgent situation down there that I needed to, erm, pay for?’
He shrugs. ‘It can wait.’
‘Well, I fucking can’t!’
‘I was going to make the steaks.’
‘Don’t you dare leave this room!’
‘I’m afraid I’m going to have to.’
‘Fine,’ I grumble. ‘Big man needs his red meat.’
He smiles wickedly. ‘I’m leaving to go to the bathroom to change the condom. So – and I say this with love, Nella – shut the fuck up, and when I get back, be ready on your hands and knees.’
Chapter 52
We’re in the kitchen, and only wearing one complete outfit between us. He’s thrown on his jeans, and I’ve nabbed his T-shirt. It hangs lower than my arse, but I discreetly pulled on my knickers that Mark must have thoughtfully hung on the back of a kitchen chair when he removed them.
‘You really don’t like being told there’s something you don’t do well,’ I tell him while he dresses the salad.
