Wrappingher legs around his shoulders, she squeezed his head as she rode the orgasm she’d wanted for five years. ‘Krish!’
Helicked her one last time and kissed the inside of her thigh, like his work there was done for now.
Buthers wasn’t.
Theaftermath of her pleasure still flowing through her,Francescasat up, forcing him upright, too.Takinghis head between her hands, she pulled his lips to hers, tasting the sweetness of herself there.Herhands wandered down his back and gathered his shirt.Hegot the hint, pulling away a moment to divest himself of it.Standing, he pushed his trousers down, his massive penis bouncing into view.She’dforgotten how big he was.Exactlyin proportion to the rest of him.
Shegrasped him in her hand and licked the tip. ‘Doyou want…?’ she asked.
‘No.I’vewaited so long.Ijust want to be inside you.’Hecould barely get the words out.
Whowas she to argue?
Shepushed him down onto the single bed and straddled him.Usuallyat this point, she’d insist on a condom, but she knew this man.HewasherKrish.Hewas trustworthy and kind and caring and, most importantly, careful.Andthere was no danger of getting pregnant.
‘Areyou ready?’ she asked with a crooked smile, enjoying the total and utter need on his face.
Henodded.Hiseyes glazed.
Shepositioned herself above him, enjoying the sensation of rubbing against him and watching him shudder with raging desire.Twocould play the delayed gratification game.Sherested her free hand on top of his heart, letting it beat through her like an ultrasound.
‘Please,’ he begged.
‘Saymy name,’ she commanded, loving the wiry feel of his chest hairs between her fingers.
‘Francesca.’Itsounded delicious coming from his mouth, his voice.Shehad dreamed of that voice.Shecould bathe in that voice.
Takingmercy on them both, she slid her body onto him, filling the cavity that she’d self-inflicted five years ago.Itwas like she’d been made for him, and he for her.Howcould she ever have doubted that?
Asthey chased climax, she imagined the light that had been growing inside her, bursting out of her mouth, her eyes, her ears, her fingers.
ShelovedKrish.Sheloved herself.
Therest will follow.
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Krishsmiled.Hecouldn’t help it.Ithad been the most amazing night since…well…five years ago.
Thebed was small.Hisfeet stuck off the bottom edge.Hewas wrapped in anArsenalduvet, despite being aManUfan.
Butit was perfect.
Hemight even look uponArsenalwith fondness from now on.
Funnyhow memory worked.Therewere so many things that had stuck in his head over the years, like the squeaking noise she made when she orgasmed and the mole on her left breast.Butfor every detail he remembered, there was something that had grown fuzzy with time: how she bucked when he sucked on her nipples.Theexact taste of her in his mouth, like peaches.Memorydefinitely didn’t do these things justice.
HenuzzledFrancesca’sneck, and she sighed.Theylaid together on the single bed like two puzzle pieces, her back to him, body mirroring his.Heran his hand over the curve of her hips.Howhe loved those curves.Howhe had missed the way she looked at him, like he belonged to her.Howhe craved making love with her.Italways felt like more than a tangle of bodies; it was a meeting of minds.Hisbody responded immediately, but he breathed in and counted to five while his brain regained control.Theyneeded to talk first, even though the clock was pushing 3AM.
Proppinghis head on his hand, he retreated towards the football-covered wall, giving her room to turn onto her back.Hewaited for her to get comfortable, to look at him with her clear green eyes.Whenhe had been kissing her stomach, he’d noticed three small scars.Nowhe rubbed them with his thumb, delicately, reverentially.
‘Thoseones are from laser surgery,’ she said, watching his hand. ‘I’vealready had two rounds.’
Krishwould have liked to kiss each one again, but the size of the bed prohibited it. ‘IwishIcould have been there for you.’Hewould be, next time she needed him.
Shelaughed, a short huff without any humour in it. ‘Me, too.’
Howbrave she’d been to go through it all alone. ‘So, tell me about it.’