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“If you carry on like that, I’ll be depositing my lovin’ spoonful somewhere other than where I want it to be,” I tell her. She laughs as I kiss her, and I slide my hand down her tummy and into her folds. I sigh as I find her swollen and moist. “Already?”
“It’s all the talk of bondage and pearl necklaces.” She fans her fingers out on my chest. “And touching you. You’re not a small man, Hux. It turns a girl on.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
She shifts up a little and directs my erection beneath her. “All my talk of foreplay goes out the window with you,” she says huskily. “Two seconds of touching your magnificent body and I’m more aroused than I’ve ever been with any other guy.”
It’s a flattering thing to say, but I can’t reply because I lose the power of speech as she impales herself on me.
“Aaahhh…” She exhales, her breath whispering across my lips. “Oh my God, that feels so good.”
Our bodies are touching from the chest all the way to our thighs, and she slides her arms around me, and I wrap mine around her, so we’re as close as we can possibly be. It’s magical, lying there in the semi-darkness beneath the covers, warm and cozy, my senses filled with the sight, smell, sound, and taste of her, and the feel of her beneath my fingers.
We stay that way for ages, moving slowly under the duvet, kissing, touching, just enjoying being close, being together. It’s like an erotic dream, one I never want to wake up from.
Unfortunately, of course, it can’t last forever, and as I start to feel the tension begin, Elizabeth hooks her leg over me, her hips moving faster. I slide a hand onto her bottom to hold her there, our bodies heating under the covers, skin sliding, mouths slanting, tongues darting, and she’s rocking her hips, grinding against me, and then she shudders and cries out, clamping around me. God, she’s going to kill me with her orgasms, I fucking love it. I pause my thrusts and hold her tightly as she climaxes, and wait until her body releases her before I start moving again. It doesn’t take long before heat rushes up inside me. I’m consumed by several strong pulses as I come inside her, and I tangle my hand in her hair and yank her head back so I can crush my lips to hers.
When we’re finally done, we lie in a tangle of arms and legs, breathing heavily as we calm.
“Oh my God, you’re so good at this,” she says, resting her forehead on my chest.
“A man’s only as good as the woman he’s with.” I move gently inside her, enjoying the after-ripples of my climax, until finally, sighing, I withdraw.
“Knees up,” I instruct.
Lying on her back, she draws her knees to her chest. I lie facing her, head propped on a hand, and meet her eyes as she rolls her head to look at me.
There’s so much I want to say to her, and I don’t know where to start. I want to ask her if I can see her again when we’re back in the city. If she’ll start dating me properly. And, connected to that, I want to ask her what will happen if she does find out she’s pregnant. Would she want me to be a part of the baby’s life? She was so reluctant to give me the one night. But how else can I convince her that I’m serious about her?
I’m just about to say something when she clears her throat. “I really need to pee now!” She rolls over, gets up, and heads for the bathroom.
She’s gone a little while, and when she comes back, she’s shivering, and pulls the duvet up over her shoulders.
“You okay?” I ask.
“I’m fine.”
“Not too sore?”
“A bit tender. I haven’t had any action for a while, and then I get three times in one night, so…” She smiles. I lift my arm, and she nestles up close to me again. “This is one of the nicest parts,” she murmurs. “You smell so good.”
“I am sorry if I was a bit rough.”
“No, you were perfect. Huxley?”
“Yeah?”
She sighs and tucks her head under my chin. “Thank you.”
I kiss the top of her head. “You’re welcome.” I look over her head, out at the night sky. It was nice of her to thank me, but for some reason I feel a ripple of uncertainty, deep inside. Her words have a ring of finality to them, as if now she’s got what she wanted, and she’s going to be heading on her merry way. She can’t be saying we’re over? She can’t turn her back on sex as good as this, surely?
Stroking down her back, I say, “Elizabeth?”
But she’s fallen asleep again.
I try to relax into the pillows and close my eyes. But they soon drift open, and I lie like that, Elizabeth small and soft in my arms, for a long time before sleep claims me.
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