Page 63 of Musical Games
He looked blankly at her and shook his head.
‘Hang on.’ She vaulted off him. ‘Get undressed. Back in a sec.’
She ran out of the room, stifling her giggles as Morag’s snoring filled the corridor. She grabbed a box of condoms from her suitcase and tiptoed back. Jamie was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, his hands gripping the edge, his cock huge and ready. He looked terrified. She sat on his lap.
‘Don’t look so worried. I may be small, but if other women have survived an encounter with the Kinloch monster, then I’m sure I will.’
He swallowed. ‘Sam. I—’
‘Let me do the honours.’
She tore a packet with her teeth, pulled the condom out and unfurled it over him. A nervous giggle escaped.
‘Jesus, Jamie. You’re so big.’
She straddled his lap, her heart jumping inside her chest.
‘You ready?’ she asked breathlessly.
‘Not really.’
She stopped moving and searched his face. His cheeks were red, his breathing unsteady. Had she pushed him into this? Did he evenwantto have sex with her?
‘We don’t have to do this, Jamie.’
She moved to get off, but his hands clamped to the outside of her thighs, pinning her in place.
‘Sam, I…’ He swallowed. ‘I want to do this. More than anything in the world. Please.’
‘Are you sure?’
He nodded. ‘Yes.’
She cupped his tense jaw and kissed him.
‘Alrighty then,’ she whispered.
She deepened the kiss, her tongue tangling with his. Sparks of light rained down through her, meeting the tip of his cock as she slowly stretched him into her body.
He groaned into her mouth, his breathing hard and fast. He clasped one hand behind her back, the other diving into her hair, holding her tightly as she worked herself deeper.
Yes, yes, yes, yes.
He felt so good. She moved up and down, every thick inch gradually filling her, then broke the kiss, resting her forehead on his and panting.
‘Oh god, Jamie.’
‘Are you okay?’
She nodded. ‘It’s incredible.’ She rocked deeper onto him. ‘Are you okay?’
‘Yeah.’
She lifted her head to look at him. ‘Is that a “yeah”, a “hell, yeah”, or a “fuck, yeah”?’
The intensity in his face stopped her smile. He brushed a strand of hair off her forehead and tucked it behind her ear.
‘It’s a “where have you been all my life?” yeah.’
