“Oh God!” Jacqueline cried out. “Please. More!”
She needed him with an intensity that made her whole body ache.
He filled her, hard and deep, each thrust driving more pleasure from her singing nerves until she felt like she was dissolving with ecstasy. It didn’t hurt. It was just pleasure, her body yearning for his masculine power as he filled her again and again. His energy was almost animalistic, frenzied, but his eyes were full of the same warm, steady love as e
ver. He just needed her, as desperately as she needed him.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, so every driving thrust brought him fully inside her. He groaned into her shoulder, his own body stiffening as he came closer to climax, and the knowledge that she was doing this to him, that her body was bringing him so much pleasure his eyes were ragged with it, sent her over the edge again.
“Oh, God! Oh, Arlo, I—”
Jacqueline’s hand slipped, and something crashed to the floor.
“Oh, for the love of—” she panted. Arlo paused. “No, don’t stop!”
He drove into her again, holding her close to his chest. She was dizzy with joy, and when Arlo came his climax was so intense it left them both breathless.
They clung together, panting. After a few minutes Arlo raised his head and looked over her shoulder.
“I’m sorry. That was a vase. Should have been more careful.” Despite his words, his expression was utterly at peace.
“Don’t be sorry. And don’t be careful. I hate all this junk.” She kissed him and grinned. “It’s all rubbish the in-laws gifted us. Should have thrown it all out years ago.”
“In that case…” Arlo hoisted her up again and made a slow circuit of the kitchen. Jacqueline cackled with laughter as her feet knocked knick-knacks off the counters. She made an especially dramatic swipe when she got to the rooster-shaped paper-towel-holder and couldn’t help cackling at it crashed to the floor.
“Where to next?” Arlo asked, nuzzling her neck.
“The bathroom.” Jacqueline nipped at his ear.
“You want to clean up?”
The light in his eyes made her skin thrill. Again? she thought silently. Already?
She narrowed her eyes. “After I’ve smashed one more thing.”
When they got to the bathroom, she booted the be-doiley’d toilet roll doll off the vanity. It hit the mirror and bounced out the window, trailing toilet paper.
“Oops,” she said unrepentantly, and swiped one foot across the decorative soaps. “Hah!”
“Why do you have all this stuff?” Arlo asked.
Jacqueline surveyed the mess. “You might as well ask, why have this house? I’ve been so stuck. I stuck here paying the mortgage because I thought it was the right thing to do, I stuck with all the furniture we got for wedding gifts because I thought it was more sensible than buying new… It’s all leftovers. From another life.” She grinned. “And now that I’m finally selling up, smashing it all now is the last chance I’ll have to get any real use out of them.”
Arlo’s eyes shone. “Want me to carry you around any other rooms?”
“Maybe later. Right now, I want to soap you up.”
She thought, as she watched hot water streaming over Arlo’s chest, that maybe she’d found her equilibrium again and they’d go back to the slow, sensuous pace they’d had that night on the boat. A few minutes later, panting for breath as Arlo kneeled between her legs, she realized she was wrong. And started to wonder whether they’d ever be able to slow down again.
“Right,” Arlo said after they’d each washed up a second time. His eyes were sparkling. “Which way to the bedroom?”
Jacqueline directed him down the hall, kicking figurines and paper flowers off end tables as she went. It took them a while to reach the bedroom, as now that she’d started violently dismantling her old life, she didn’t want to stop.
Luckily Arlo didn’t seem to see anything unusual about the fact that her route to the bedroom took them through the kitchen, the dining room, and the front hall again. She even managed to dislodge one of the miserable sad-kitten pictures someone had given her as a wedding present.
The house was a total mess behind them, and it was great.
“Ahh,” she sighed as Arlo carefully put her down on the bed. “That feels good.”