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She acts as if she doesn’t hear me, twisting her hands at the base until my eyes roll back in my head.
Finally I can’t take it anymore. I pull away from her and grip her arms, pulling her up to me. I kiss her, tasting myself on her, then quickly step out of my clothes while she wrestles out of hers.
Then I’m pushing her back onto the bed, taking in the soft, exquisite beauty of her body, the way her curves flow into pure feminine energy.
“You’re a goddess,” I tell her in awe, and I mean it. “I wish I could sculpt you.”
I decide to do so with my hands. I kneel on the bed, looming over her, and start tracing the lines of her body with my fingers, traveling to no destination in particular. My dick is still throbbing and hard as hell, pressed against the soft flesh of her hip, but I’m enjoying the torture.
I touch her neck, the crook of her shoulder, over her collarbones, down between her breasts, her skin especially soft there. Then under her breasts, feeling the curve and the lush weight of them.
I cup them and squeeze gently, and she moans, her breath coming in quick gasps now. I don’t linger too long, instead trailing down to her ribs, then along the smooth skin of her stomach. She feels like a dream.
Then I’m moving between her legs, parting them with my hands as I kneel before her. Her cunt is glistening with wetness, and she’s whimpering softly as I gaze at it hungrily.
I can smell the heady scent of sex in the air, and all I want to do is devour her. But for now, all I allow myself is one long swipe of my tongue up from her entrance to just below her clit.
She cries out and bucks against me, pushing herself closer to my mouth so that I have no choice but to continue licking and sucking at her soft flesh until she’s writhing in pleasure under me while begging me wordlessly never to stop.
I could do this all day. All night. Just this slow, teasing consumption of her, taking in every single ripe inch of her.
“James,” she says through a heady whisper. “I want you inside me.”
I look up at her then; the hunger in my eyes must match the hunger that I see in hers. I want to be inside her too, but not before I get one last taste of her sweetness.
So I lean down, burying my face between her thighs and licking and sucking at that deliciously wet cunt until she’s sobbing with pleasure and begging me for more.
And when she can’t take it anymore, when she’s screaming my name as I bring her over the edge, only then do I finally allow myself to sink into her warm depths. She feels like heaven around me as we move together slowly at first and then faster, harder, until nothing else exists but us and our primal need for each other.
In that moment there is nothing sweeter than being with this woman. Nothing more exhilarating or satisfying or right than feeling the force of our bodies colliding in wild abandon while we come together.
There is sadness and grief and pain, but there’s also hope. Hope that this doesn’t have to end here, that it doesn’t have to stay hidden, that perhaps we can continue like this together in some way. I have my doubts; I don’t see how Magnus would ever be okay with the two of us together, and with the way that Laila is sometimes, the way she closes up, I can’t tell if that’s something she’d want. I fear that if I ever threw it all away for her—my job, my reputation—she would ghost me sooner or later. I just never know where I stand.
Focus, I tell myself. It’s not the time to worry, not when I’m so deep inside her. It’s like the two of us are moving as one.
And so I focus on the way her nails are digging into my back, the way she’s moving underneath me, the way she’s moaning my name like it’s a prayer.
My orgasm comes for me with no warning, and I feel her tense around me and shudder, and that’s enough to push me over the edge the rest of the way, my grip tightening, a hoarse cry escaping my mouth. I come inside her, feeling her roll her hips against me, wanting to take all of me in, wanting it all.
“Oh god,” I whisper into her ear as we settle, tingles of bliss still shooting up and down my legs. “I could stay inside you forever.”
She laughs a little, a breathy sound compared to her usually boisterous one.
I kiss her neck tenderly, feeling overcome by things I don’t even want to unpack.
“I’m serious, Laila,” I say, wondering if she’ll ever take me seriously. “I never want to let you go.”
She doesn’t say anything, just stares at me with those big green eyes.
Those eyes suddenly go wide. “We didn’t…a condom.”
Oh fuck. The thought hadn’t even entered my mind.
“I’m clean,” I tell her. “Clean bill of health before I came here. It’s part of the job. And I haven’t been with anyone but you.”
She exhales through her nose in relief, as if she really believed I was gallivanting around Oslo.
“I’m on the pill,” she says. “Was actually thinking of switching up to an IUD at some point. But yeah.”
