‘It’s okay, you are supposed to be tight, it’s a good thing,’ he assured me.
My fingers dug into his back as he pushed a little more, then edged in and out. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes as he entered a little more each time but I wanted him.
‘Don’t go hard and fast, will you?’ I asked him, a little concerned. I had heard of guys doing that, and tearing the skin.
‘I won’t do that,’ he assured me. ‘Look at me.’
I opened my eyes to gaze at him.
‘I won’t do that. Slow, nice and easy, just relax, yes?’
I nodded. ‘Yes.’
And he was gentle, and loving and then he was completely in me. He looked down on me and I smiled, and I cried a bit, because I’m pathetic like that, but he kissed me and let me be emotional.
‘Okay?’ he asked.
‘Amazing, we are one,’ I said. ‘I can feel you everywhere.’
‘I can feel you all around me.’
Heath closed his eyes, breathed, and then asked me if I was ready. Holding his weight above me, he moved a little faster and faster until he exploded and I had already come but I loved the feel of him coming in me. I loved the power I felt being able to make him lose control.
He opened his eyes and really looked at me. We held each tightly, listening to the wind outside on the moors and feeling like we had been reborn here and now.
*****
The elevator’s robotic female voice announced the floor in a very sexy voice.
‘The penthouse, goodnight Mr Linton.’
I raised my eyebrows at Edgar. ‘Did you choose that voice?’ I asked.
‘Maybe,’ he said, and smiled at me. I shook my head.
‘Come on, are you telling me you wouldn’t have picked a sexy male voice to greet you every time you left or came home? What voice did you choose for your car’s navigator?’
‘No comment,’ I said, not wanting to incriminate myself, and he laughed.
The doors opened and Edgar owned the entire top floor. He turned the lock in the elevator panel ensuring that no one else could travel up to his level and sent it back down below. Here we were.
I followed him in and he told me to make myself at home. Sure. Mine and Nelly’s place would fit into his loungeroom. While he turned on a few lamps I wandered to the window and let the view blow me away. I could see all of London sprawled below. He joined me.
‘It’s something isn’t it?’
‘It sure is.’
When I turned to look at him, he made a move. His hand found my back, his lips found mine, and his hand found my waist. He didn’t waste time offering me a drink or showing me the view from his balcony. He led me straight to his bedroom. It was scary and exciting and grown-up. It was different from any experience I had ever had with Heath.
I helped him remove my clothes and he was stripped in seconds. It wasn’t slow or passionate; it was needy and exciting and sexy.
Chalk and cheese. Dark and light. We came quickly.
‘First round,’ he grinned, and left his hand on my breast. ‘Drink between rounds?’
‘I need it,’ I said, and he rose and walked naked to his kitchen. I hoped the windows were well tinted because any voyeur with a camera could sell those shots of a naked Edgar in a heartbeat.
‘Champagne?’ he called.