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‘You know, I haven’t had a proper holiday for about five years, so my time here has actually been very welcome.’
‘I’m glad it hasn’t been an entirely horrific experience,’ I say with a wry lilt to my voice.
She turns her head to look up at me, her expression filled with warmth.
It’s so beautiful.
She’s so beautiful.
‘Barely horrific at all. Apart from the terrible, tormenting pleasure I’ve had to put up with from you,’ she says with a frowning sort of grin. But I can tell she’s not really angry about that. If anything, she’s enjoyed it more than she ever thought she would. Because she likes to be challenged and have her boundaries pushed—something no other men have been brave enough to try, I’m pretty damn sure.
I smile and bend down towards her, kissing her soft mouth, loving the unique taste of her.
ButIam. I’m brave enough.
Because I understand her. I know what she needs better than anyone else on the planet and I love seeing her reaction when I give it to her.
Iloveit.
April
I wake up the next day with Jamie lying in bed next to me, his arm slung protectively round my waist.
I feel him stir as I shift a little against him.
‘Morning,’ he murmurs into my hair.
My skin rushes with goose bumps as I feel his hand begin to caress my stomach then move up to graze my breasts, his fingertips playing with my instantly erect nipples.
I’m not sure how he’s done it, but he’s turned my body into an instrument of sexual pleasure and I can’t get enough of him playing with me.
I slowly turn to face him, smiling at his sleep-worn face. He’s such a handsome man, and the memory of his dreams still in his eyes and his jaw rough with stubble takes away none of his appeal.
I could gaze at his face for ever.
As if sensing my thoughts, he reaches up to stroke his fingers over my cheek and down to my lips, where he plays with his fingertip for a moment, leaving a delicious shimmer of sensation in the trail of his touch.
Without a word he rolls on top of me, not breaking eye contact for a second, and slides his thighs between mine, opening me up to the demands of his body. I let him, feeling my pussy pulse with the urgent need to have him inside me again, as if it’s been an age since he was last there. He’s already hard and after a small adjustment he pushes his cock deep inside me, his eyes locking with mine, his mouth hovering above my lips as I draw in a deep, satisfied gasp.
We move together, our bodies and minds as fused as they could ever be, our gazes never leaving the other’s.
It’s such a blissfully complete connection, where our bodies are speaking to each other without us needing to utter a word. We thrust and grind ourselves together, needing it faster and harder as we get closer to our goal of mutual pleasure.
And still we don’t look away.
It’s so intensely intimate, staring into his eyes like this as he brings me to climax, that I experience what I can only describe as a brain orgasm. It rushes through my head, then down, deep through my body, taking my breath away.
He comes a moment after I do, finally screwing his eyes shut as he shudders above me, lost in his own climax of ecstasy.
‘Oh fuck, that was intense,’ he murmurs after a moment of calm, his body still pressed into mine. He leans back and smiles into my eyes and I can’t help but smile back. It’s like an instinct I can’t fight any more.
This is such a perfect moment, I can’t bear to think it might be the last one I ever have with him.
‘I’ve really enjoyed being here with you. It’s been wonderful to have a break from real life,’ I say, though I have to force it through a throat that’s uncomfortably constricted.
‘All those responsibilities seem miles away right now, huh?’
‘They do,’ I say with a pained sigh. ‘But I guess it’s time to get back to them now.’
