Uh oh … Dream Lover had always seemed to be on top. Always the one to take charge. Getting astride your lover was probably second nature to most women, but she wasn’t most women. Not by a long chalk.
‘What’s wrong, Jess? Don’t you fancy taking the upper hand?’ His eyes sparkled. ‘You’ll enjoy it. You’ll be a goddess looking down upon your humble minion, whose flesh exists only to service you.’
Oh, men did talk nonsense sometimes, and obviously they talked the most nonsense of all when they wanted sex.
‘If you say so.’
‘Don’t worry, it’ll be good for you. You can control things better this way … ensure you get the pleasure you deserve.’ He took her by the wrist, urging her towards him, towards the mighty structure towering up from his groin.
Still in two minds, Jess got astride his thighs, loving his hot skin against hers. She tugged at the sash of her robe, but somehow it’d got tangled. With a growl, she wrenched it aside, the thin strip of satin still around her waist.
‘Divine.’ He half sat up, reaching for a breast and cradling it. Jess arched her back, loving that too. How was it that the way she curved fitted exactly into his palm? As if they’d been constructed to fit each other. Perhaps it was the same down below? She glanced again at his erection, jutting up so close to her, sturdy and ruddy through the thin latex.
‘I still don’t know how that goes in me. It’s such a monster.’
‘Why thank you, ma’am, every man likes to hear words like those.’ He squeezed her nipple, a little harder than he’d done thus far, and a bolt of fierce sensation assailed her clitoris. ‘Do you like that? A little spice with the sugar?’
‘I don’t know … I don’t not like it.’ She gasped when he did it again.
His grin was wicked. ‘Ooh, we’re going to have so much fun when we know each other a little better.’
But they probably weren’t ever going to do that. This was supposed to be one last shag. And if that was the case, what the hell was she waiting for?
Jess came up a bit on her knees, hovering over him, putting her hands on his chest to steady herself. As she did so, Ellis slid his hands beneath her thighs, in a cupping hold, fingers in, thumbs out. ‘Don’t worry about me getting in too deep. I’ll support you. Just take as much as you want. As much as you feel comfortable with.’ His hold on her was firm. He was supporting her. She’d no doubt that if her thighs began to ache with the effort of keeping her aloft, she could relax and he’d take her weight in his strong, sure grip. ‘Now guide me into you, and relax, baby, relax, relax, relax.’
Leaning forward, resting on one hand, Jess reached down. Ellis’s glans was hot and hard to the touch. The surface of the condom was pleasantly silky. Manipulating him carefully, she guided his tip to her entrance, trying not to tense up, trying to forget the discomfort of his first thrust.
‘That’s it, Jess. I’ve got you. Sink down a little.’
Gulping in a great breath, she did just that.
Ooh, there was a little twinge. But somehow being above, and in control after a fashion, made it feel entirely different. It was still a stretch to get him in, but easier, so much easier than before. The twinge faded, enveloped in a greater and much more delicious feeling. Gorgeous fullness.
‘More?’
‘Oh yes … more …’
She pressed down as he let her descend. Inch by inch, inch by inch.
‘Oh my God …’
‘Oh my God …’
They spoke as one, then laughed together, the sensations of that making Jess gasp.
‘I can hardly breathe. This feels amazing. You feel huge.’
Ellis groaned, shifting his hips. Jess’s eyes nearly crossed and she felt as if the top of her head might lift off, but the gentle hold of his cupped hands under her haunches kept her grounded. ‘I’m not hurting you, am I?’ His voice was tight, and she could see the cords of his neck taut with the effort of self-control. He was fighting not to thrust up, and jam in deeper.
She wanted him to. She wanted all of him. She wanted more … and perhaps not simply his body.
No, don’t go there. Just enjoy the moment. How many women in this world get one quite like this? There can’t be all that many godlike hunks as handsome as him around. And if they are, they’re still not him. Not my Dream Lover.
Pitching forward, she attacked the buttons of his waistcoat, then his shirt, parting them. The skin of his chest was super-smooth. Did he wax, or was he just naturally sleek that way? His body was tanned, but lightly so, creamy-golden. On a whim, she plucked at his nipple the way he’d tweaked hers, and inside her, his cock jumped and twitched.
‘You like that?’ She leant close, aware of his cock moving within her as she echoed his words.
‘Mm … yes. Strong sensations. I’m not a masochist though. I’m not a sub. Quite the reverse.’
More unknown territory here. She knew the words. She’d read stories. But the reality of that subject matter was a new world beyond the one she was already exploring. Curiosity stirred.
‘Oh,’ she said, wondering … wondering …
It was better that they part after this, but what would it be like to take up his offer, and explore those worlds with him? Could she keep her emotions safe, and still be educated? Was it worth the risk?
‘What are you thinking about, beautiful Jess? You’re frowning? Are you sure you’re okay?’
‘I’m fine … I’m more than fine … Just mad thoughts.’
‘I’ll bet they’re no madder than mine.’ He winked at her, and lifted his hips, pushing in deeper. It was hard to think at all now … but one tiny, detached little bit of her wondered if he’d sensed the direction of her thoughts. She closed her eyes, just in case, concentrating on the gathering knot of pleasure that circled around the juncture of their bodies. ‘Feeling good?’ Ellis asked, the words husky.
‘Yes … oh yes …’
‘Why don’t you touch yourself? Stroke your clit. I’d love to see you do that.’
New heat sluiced through Jess again, but almost immediately she laughed at herself, inwardly, for being an idiot. How could she be embarrassed about pleasuring herself when here she was sitting astride a man’s loins with his cock high inside her? She snapped her eyes open, to find Ellis studying her face, rather than her body, his own expression a beautiful amalgam of sultry and intense, wound up.
‘Men like that, don’t they? To see women touching themselves.’
‘Well, I don’t know about other men, but I do. I can’t imagine anything more provocative right at this moment. Do it, Jess, put on a show for me. If you give yourself pleasure it’ll be easier to come with me inside you.’
With no further ado, and no more words, Jess slid her hand over her belly and down to her sex. When she touched her clit, and began to circle and stroke it, she let her fingers stray a little in the action, to touch Ellis’s shaft where they were joined.
‘Oh, you’re a seductress, aren’t you?’ His fingers curved in, cradling her bottom and squeezing her in time to her own strokes. The two caresses seemed to meld into one compounded pleasuring, so intense it made her sway, and the sway made Ellis groan in turn.
Oh God, I’m so near … so close … I can’t look at him. It’s all too much.
And yet she had to look. He was too beautiful not to look at, this rogue angel of a man with his fabulous eyes, his devastating smile, and his roguish piratical stubble-beard. Moving beneath her, he bucked upwards, while holding her, pushing in yet deeper. Was he close too? Or did he have reserves of control from years of fucking?
The agonised set of his jaw, and the way his shining white teeth were clamped together suggested that the reserves were flagging. That she, the virgin with no experience, and even fewer sex skills, was getting to him somehow. She did have power, and shimmying down onto him, she rode a surge of sensation that arose both from his solid flesh inside her and the reaction on his face.
Try this, Mr Sex!
She flexed her inner muscles, clamping on him tightly, embracing him within her.
‘Oh God, Jess!’ he shouted, despite all his promises to be quiet, and the power surged again, like a force of nature, like a silent rising roar of complete triumph.
Moaning herself, watching the ecstasy in his face, she tried to clench again, but couldn’t. Her control was gone, her body was pulsing and gripping on to him all of its own accord, while wave after wave of bliss washed through her loins, and deep inside her, she registered an answering pulse. Ellis was coming too, his semen spurting out into the condom.
This time when he put all his clothes on again, they stayed on.
‘I’d love to stay and spend the day in bed with you, Jess, but I need to be in London in –’ he checked his slim watch ‘– in about three hours. I’ve got people flying in from Europe to meet with me, and it’d be bad manners to just brush them off, even for a woman as gorgeous as you.’ He leant forward and kissed her.
Jess lifted her hand to cup his face as he drew away, loving the soft silkiness of his beard. She lingered. This would probably be the last time she ever touched his face.
In three hours … When was that? She glanced at her alarm clock and got a shock.
‘Oh, fucking hell! I have to be at work in less than an hour.’ She leapt up off the bed – where Ellis had picked her up and gently laid her down after they’d finished – and almost knocked Ellis over.
He grabbed her by the shoulders. ‘Hey, don’t panic. I’ll ring your boss and say you won’t be in today. Heck, you might as well have the rest of the week off.’
‘I can’t do that! You can’t do that! What will people think?’ She scowled at him. ‘You just drop in from on high at Windsor for a day, but I have to work there, and I’ll be the subject of constant speculation … It’ll just be … It’ll just be weird.’
Ellis’s expression grew more solemn. ‘Of course you’re right. I’ve no desire to make things awkward for you, Jess.’ He paused, rubbing his chin where she’d touched him. ‘Could you ring in sick? Take a day that way? After all, you have lost quite a bit of sleep.’ The wicked man winked at her.
‘I could, but it doesn’t seem right. I hate doing things like that.’
He reached for her again. ‘That doesn’t surprise me. You’re a very decent and right-thinking woman, Jess.’ His lips settled on hers again, sweetly and lightly. ‘Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll give you a lift to Windsor? I could make you some coffee while you’re showering.’
No! It was too intimate. Too nice. The longer she hung onto him, the longer she’d want to. She had to get back to normal. Ellis was a beautiful, time-out-of-time experience, never to be repeated.
‘That’s kind of you, but I’ll get a lift with Cathy. You need to be on your way, Ellis. It’s … it’s been lovely, but we both know that’s it. You’d better go now.’
Ellis rocked back as if she’d hit him. ‘Well, that puts me in my place, doesn’t it?’
‘But you said you don’t do relationships and all that, and I’m not looking for a relationship with you anyway … So it’s better not to drag things out.’
She felt terrible now. There was a stricken look on his face. More than she’d expected. After all, not seeing her again would be a very small disappointment with another liaison just around the corner. Nothing really … Not to a man who’d lost the love of his life in such hideous circumstances.
‘Look, I had a lovely time. I can’t imagine a better first time, because you’re a lovely man, Ellis, and you’ve made me feel wonderful.’ Out of his line of sight, she clenched her fists, horrified by the inadequacy of her own words. ‘But we’re just ships that pass in the night, aren’t we? Admit it.’
He looked at her very steadily. ‘We could circle each other for a while. We could have a good time. There’s much more to sex than what we shared last night … much more … It would be a joy and a pleasure to teach you a few more tricks.’
‘I’m not a performing sex poodle, Ellis!’
‘I didn’t mean it like that, Jess … I’m not putting this very well.’ He reached for her hands, holding them quite tight. ‘But we could be good to each other for a little while, and then part as friends.’
It was tempting, so tempting. It twisted her heart.
If I get more of him, I’ll want more of him. I already know that. I’ll want more than he can give and I’ll spoil it.
‘Let’s part as friends now, Ellis. Please.’
The line of his jaw was taut. Was it genuine disappointment? Or simply annoyance at not getting all his own way, which was what he was probably used to. Perhaps a little of both, she suspected.
‘Are you sure? Is that what you want?’
‘I think it’s for the best, Ellis,’ she said, compelling her voice to remain steady and composed and not emotional. ‘Don’t you?’
‘There are different kinds of best, but I accept your decision, Jess.’ He gave a resigned little shrug. ‘We part as friends. No hard feelings.’ He leant forward and dropped a kiss on her brow. ‘I had a great time, and I thank you for that. And if there’s ever anything I can do for you … Anything at all … Don’t hesitate to contact me. I’ll be glad to help, and I really mean that.’
It was a lovely offer. A gracious, non-macho response. But it also seemed so formal, and so sterile, after the sweaty, threshing intimacy they’d shared.
‘Sure I can’t give you a lift to work?’ He released her hands.
‘No, it’s fine. But thank you.’
You’re an idiot, Jess Lockhart. A total idiot, she told herself a few moments later, as she stood in the doorway, in her robe, watching him climb inside his blue whale of a Citroën, and drive away.