He pulled away, panting, rubbing his thumb along my aching pussy as he caught his breath. “I was going to keep this up for hours, make you beg, plead.”
“I’m pleading now.”
“Fuck it,” he said, going for his wallet and pulling out a condom. I sat up, reaching out for him, trying to stroke his dick, but he pushed me away. “Next time.” Then he crawled onto the bench, covering my body with his, my legs went up around his back and he just stopped, rubbing the head of his cock where I needed it the most.
“Please,” my words little more than a whisper.
“Remember,” he said and then slowly, inexorably, he sank inside me.
I’m fighting for breath as I feel the stretch. I remember it now, I’d been worried he was a little too thick for me last time. A beautiful ache started to build in my pelvis, one that’s stoked as he moved inside me. I can’t do anything but feel him, feel the slight shift as he eased his way in, hear his pants turn to a groan when he reached his goal. “Just--,” I said and he nodded.
“I can feel it. You’re tight.” He looked down at me, his eyes glittering darkly in the half-light of the shop, a brief smile flaring then disappearing. “I’ve wanted…” Now, after everything that’s happened, we can both end the sentence without words. I placed my hand on his jaw and he turned his face into it, leaving a gentle kiss on the palm. Then we both gasped as he began to move. My eyes closed, my fingers dug into his shoulders but he said, “No, stay with me, Tess.” I opened my eyes, feeling them widen as he thrusted into me. “Stay with me.”
It’s weird and alienating, staring into someone’s eyes when you have sex. I usually need to shut down all other forms of sensory information to focus on what’s happening, not looking, not listening or speaking, just feeling. His eyes bored into mine, I saw the shiver go down his spine, the slight shake in his arms as he held back. His eyes dropped to my mouth as I licked my fingers, groaning when I slid them between us to stroke my clit. “That’s right,” he said, nodding briefly, “you feel so good.” I tried, I don’t know why, but his plea forced me to keep my eyes on him, watch the subtle interplay of emotion shift across his face, but the ache began to deepen. His pace increased, the steady, heavy drag of the head of his cock over something exquisitely tender inside me forcing my attention away. He doesn’t seem to care anymore, his hips beginning to snap as he shoved himself inside me.
My eyes closed, my hips meeting his, stroke for stroke. We’re racing now, the hum in my head becoming louder and more insistent. It was almost a tangible thing like an expansive cloud of sound that vibrated through my whole body as we fucked. My fingers were spasmodic on my clit, I was so damn close. This was often the time when I got anxious: would I be able to come? Would this be enough? But I had no such worries now. Instead, it was as if the pleasure growing inside me had a life of its own, spurred on by him, his cock, the hum, I don’t know what and then…
My breath caught in my throat as I felt myself thrown, flailing off the precipice. I felt completely vulnerable; a soft, achingly pleasurable thing as he pistoned on. Pleasure rippled up my spine, spreading through my body, washing over me like a wave and then I cried. My hips jerking in time with my cunt, spasms wracking my body as he thrusted through them. He cried out moments later, forcing himself in as far as he could go, his bursts almost synchronised with mine.
For a while, all that punctuated the silence was the sounds of our ragged breath and the occasional sound of a car driving by. “Tess--,” he said but I pulled him down, wanting to feel the weight of his body against mine, wanting my mouth on his. The kisses were slower, more considered and now I felt an ache inside my chest instead of my groin. I held him hard against me, feeling like somehow we just went through something immense and needing the comfort of his body. He drew back slightly, resting on his elbows above me. “Are you OK?” I nodded. “Tess, that was…” he saw my eyes widen. “Can’t talk about it yet, huh?” He pulled away, disposing of the condom, leaving me feeling cold and exposed. I layed naked in front of the shop window. I needed to pull my clothes on, find a ride, get home. He returned, pulling me into his arms, holding me across his body like a child and resting his chin in my hair.
We ended up curled around each other on one of the velvet couches in my shop. I needed a drink of water, he probably wanted a cigarette, but something pulled our bodies back together when we tried. We didn’t talk, not with words, but instead used the language of skin to try and articulate what our mouths couldn’t. Fingers tangled in hair, traced veins, brushed against the shells of ears. Limbs tightened and caged, supported and ensnared and held, so, so tightly. I didn’t remember falling asleep, but at some point we both sank down in the still grey night.
7
“And what do we have here?”
My eyes snapped open, fluttering for a moment to try and clear the blur, but I felt the tension in Flea’s body before I do. It was easy to see why. There, standing before us, green eyes sliding over our naked forms, eyebrow arched, was Merlin.
“I gotta go.” That was all the warning I get from Flea when he struggled to separate my body from his. I’m almost dumped onto the floor when he clambered off the couch and headed back into Wizards.
“I need clothes,” I said, scrubbing my hand through my hair. Merlin waved his hand and I found myself wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a cardigan. “Flea…” I called out, walking into the bright light of the shop only to catch the door slamming shut. He looked at me through the glass door, meeting my gaze for a moment, before going to his car and taking off.
“That was odd. Do all of your lovers run away after a night in your arms?” Merlin said.
“Shut up,” I snapped, Miazydar trotting over to see what the big deal was. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
“Which is it, shut up, or explain my p
resence?”
“Explain, then shut up. I got them in the wrong order.”
“Well, I assumed you could answer the first one. I was summoned again. Whilst that is quite the impressive little working, it is getting annoying being at your beck and call.”
“Fuck,” I said, dragging my phone out. My thumb tapped on my sister’s number automatically.
“Yeah?” after quite a few rings I heard the gravelly sound of Ash’s voice.
“Merlin’s here.”
She laughed, the sound a little ruined by a cough, but she soon recovered. “That right?”
“You’re not exactly surprised.”
“Well, Jez and I, we had a chat at the party. You’ve been all Stepford since Damorica, so we figured a visit from Merlin the Magnificent might be in order. So, after saying ‘Thank you, Ash,’ tell us where you got to last night?”
“You did this deliberately?” I felt a familiar tightening in my chest as I waited for the answer.