Chapter 13 #3
“That was . . .” She paused but I wasn’t going to make a suggestion to end her sentence. “What would you say that was?” she asked, and I tried to push down the belly laugh she elicited.
“Sex?” I suggested.
“What kind of sex?” she asked. “Like, normal first-time sex?”
“You want me to mark it out of ten?” I didn’t think she’d object if it confirmed what she suspected—that nothing about that had been normal first-time sex.
She elbowed me in the ribs. “I just . . . that wasn’t normal first-time sex for me,” she confessed. “Not normal anytime sex.”
My chest expanded at the thought that I’d been able to fuck her properly for the first time. But perhaps I was looking at this wrong; perhaps she was fucking me properly for the first time.
“We’re still doing the sex,” I replied. “It’s not finished yet.” I leaned across the bed with one hand and grabbed another condom.
I’d gotten hard again almost immediately. No, nothing about tonight was normal first-time sex.
“I’m not going to have time to make the pie,” she said as I slid into her.
“You want my dick or the pie?” I thrust into her again, and she placed my hands on her breasts.
“Is it wrong to want both?” she asked, twisting her hips.
I picked up my pace. “So greedy.” Truth was, I was the greedy one. I just couldn’t get enough of her.
After too short a time, our orgasms collided and we lay tangled and sweaty, breaths choppy, limbs heavy.
She shifted and I pulled her closer. I wanted to keep her beside me, entwined with me. I didn’t want her going anywhere.
“I need to use the restroom,” she said.
Reluctantly, I released my grip and watched as she didn’t even attempt to cover up as she strode to the loo. Fuck, I liked everything about this woman. “Hey, Gabriel’s having a birthday party on Saturday. Want to come?”
No answer.
Maybe it was too much too soon—meeting the friends.
“Who’s Gabriel?”
I turned and found her leaning, completely naked, on the door jamb. Her hair hung over her shoulders, almost covering up the perfectly sharp nipples that managed to jut out from beneath the treacle-colored hair.
“You’re beautiful,” I said, tucking my hands under my head.
“You too. Who’s Gabriel? One of your pack?”
“Yeah. The best looking one of us if you ask me.”
Her lips curled into a grin as she approached the bed. “Where do you rank? Because if you’re not the best looking one, I can’t wait to meet Gabriel.”
I grabbed her and pulled her on top of me. “Sorry to disappoint. He’s married.” Separated, technically, but he wasn’t dating.
She sighed melodramatically. “Darn,” she said as she pressed a kiss against my cheek. Rearranging herself, she sat astride me. “You want to go to a party together?” she asked. “I thought we agreed that this was just between us. I was serious when I said I didn’t want anyone at work to find out.”
“No one from work will be there. Come on. It will be fun. It’s a fancy-dress party. I get to channel my inner geek, which I’m sure you’ll take every opportunity to exploit. And if you’re with me, I don’t have to wonder about what you’re doing.”
She reached over me, her breasts pressing against my torso, and I slid my hands down her back to her arse. When she straightened up, she presented me with condom from the bedside table.
“Make me come again and I’ll go with you.”
I chuckled. “You’re bargaining with me?”
She scrunched up her nose. “Am I?” She shrugged. “I don’t think so. I think no matter what, you’re going to make me come again, given—” She slid her pussy down my cock and gasped. “Given past experience. And as for your party, I’m not sure I’m capable of saying no to you.”
“Fuck, Hollie.” A couple of weeks ago, I’d never laid eyes on this woman.
How was that even possible? The things she was saying, the way she was making me feel.
Whenever I was with her, it was as if the concept of time was different.
Just during the course of this evening, it was as if months had gone by and she knew me in a way few others did.
I ripped open the condom, slid it on and then reached for the base of my cock, ready to have her sit on me.
She lifted up and slid her hands down her thighs, throwing her head back as she lowered herself onto me. I was wrong—we might be floating in space, but this wasn’t a black hole we were nearing. We were lying firmly in heaven.
I deliberately never looked forward when I was in a relationship with a woman.
I operated in the present—I liked her. The sex was good—that’s all I needed to know.
But with Hollie, I couldn’t help but think of what was next—the way I was going to cook her eggs tomorrow morning, the party on Saturday, the fact that I was certain another few weeks wasn’t going to be enough with this woman.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked as she sat still, my cock inside of her.
“How much I like you sitting on my dick,” I replied.
She laughed and pressed her palms onto my chest, the shift creating a wave of pleasure. “Well, I like sitting on your dick, so I guess we’re the perfect pair.”
I dug my fingertips into her arse and pulled her deep onto me. She swiveled her hips as we both groaned. “I guess we are,” I said. “Oh, and no, I’ve never had sex this spectacular either.”
She rolled her lips back, trying to fight a grin. “Lay off the fondue,” she said. It wasn’t a line. Suddenly she paused. “You got to promise me something?”
“Anything,” I replied without even thinking about it.
“I know this is just . . . I’m not in London long and you’re . . . Well you’re you and I’m just some girl from Nowhere, Oregon—”
The six thousand miles between where we’d each built our lives was an obstacle to a future together, but where exactly she’d come from was completely immaterial “Hey, Hollie—you’re you and I’m me. I don’t care if you live in a castle or—”
She placed her fingers over my lips. “All I’m saying is, don’t say things you don’t mean. Don’t make promises you won’t keep, and don’t pretend to be anything you’re not. Let’s just enjoy these weeks together.”
It was an easy deal to agree to. Except weeks didn’t seem long enough. Even now.