Page 39 of Spiralling Skywards
“If you’ve messed with Ronaldo and Adam, I swear to G, I’ll do you some damage with them.”
“They have names?”
“Oh my effin’ G.” She stared at the ceiling and shook her head. I wasn’t sure if she was crying again or laughing.
“You have sex toys. They have names. But you can’t bring yourself to say ‘oh my fucking god’?”
She shot me a look.
“I’ve sworn aloud more in the four weeks that I’ve known you than I ever have in my entire life.”
“Good to see I bring out the best in ya.”
She shook her head at me again.
“What did you do with them?”
“Who?”
“Adam and Ronnie.”
“Nothing. I was joking. I didn’t know you owned such things.Whydo you own such things?”
“I have needs.”
“You have me.”
I felt jealous. They were battery powered bits of plastic or latex—at least that was what I assumed, I didn’t actually know about such things,—and yet I had this almost uncontrollable urge to smash them to pieces, jump all over them, run over them with my car, reverse, and do it again and again. Then, just for good measure, I wanted to set them on fire.
“Yeah, well. You’ve been part of the reason I’ve needed them so often lately.”
“Me?”
“Yeah you.”
“What did I do?”
“You just . . . Well. We haven’t done . . . And then when you kiss me, I-I—”
Her eyes darted everywhere except in my direction until, finally, they settle on me.
“Your kisses are amazing,” she said with a sigh, sounding almost reverent. I liked it. A lot.
“Yeah?”
I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my cardigan, and crawled on all fours towards her. She sat up straighter with her back against the headboard and pulled her knees up to her chest.
“Yeah. They . . . your kisses are everything, Liam. They make me . . .”
She trailed off as I reached her, grabbed her ankles, and yanked her down the bed. I crawled up over her body, nudging each of her legs apart with my knees and settling between them. As much as I wanted to grind my dick against her, she was wearing far too many layers, and I wanted this night to end with nothing between us. I wanted us to fit so tightly together that there wouldn’t even be room for a single atom.
I sat up on my knees and pulled off her puffy ski jacket, which she had fallen asleep in, and then, without waiting for permission, I pulled her T-shirt over her head too. We stared at each other in silence for a few long moments. My eyes travelled from her face to her neck. I took in her shoulders and her chest before finally coming to rest on her tits. The bra she was wearing was plain, made from a sheer black mesh. No lines or seams and I could see the way her nipples stood to attention perfectly.
“Fucking hell, Sarah. You take my breath away.”
I pulled her up and she straddled my lap as I sat on my knees in the middle of the bed. She wrapped her legs around me, and in a rocking motion, pushed the heat between her legs down onto my hard dick. I held on to her hips and kissed up through her cleavage, not stopping until I reached her mouth.
“Tell me about those kisses, baby. What do they make you? They make you wet? They make you horny? Tell me.”
