The fiery spouts of his release coated my greedy walls, melting me into a mewling, panting, mass of pleasure. I clasped my muscles around him, squeezing him with tight, strong pulses. Wanting him to reach so far inside me we were melded together.
“Oh God... Paisley,” he moaned.
He looked at me so fixedly I felt he was seeing me through the dark, adding my sweat-soaked face to his arsenal of snapshots. He expelled his last hot spurt but continued to buck into me. It was as if he needed to imprint himself on every centimetre of my tender skin; use his cock to write the lines that said I was his and nobody else’s.
Gradually, his thrusts become longer, slower, and his head buried into my shoulder. James’s body settled heavily on top of mine, muscular chest crushing my breasts. Our breathing slowly returned to normal and we held each other, our mouths and hands expressing everything our voices couldn’t.
I thought he would roll onto his back but he didn’t, keeping us joined at the hips. That was fine with me; I wasn’t ready to lose that connection either. I don’t know how long we lay there, breathing in the heady scent of our passion.
“Sorry I was rough,” he said, sounding embarrassed.
I smiled. “I was too.”
He groaned and shifted on top of me to click on the bed lamp. “I may need to head back to hospital.”
I laughed and he kissed my lips, my neck, my breasts, laving my tender nipples with his tongue. “God, I love your nipples.”
Arousal made my pussy clench around his hardening cock. In response he withdrew, teasing me with a languid prod. I was flooded by our juices, so wet I wondered if he could even feel me, but I needn’t have worried. He was growing bigger, harder, expelling everything else but him.
All thoughts of savouring the moment and going slow were ousted by his raw need to sink into me and find himself again. I understood and gave him what he wanted—hell, I needed it too—letting passion sweep me up and carry me away.
Afterwards we lay trembling with the aftershocks. When I finally opened my eyes my breath caught in my throat.
“Do you see it?” I said, watching shimmering green energy mingle with vivid blue, glow brighter and slowly fade away.
James rolled me over until I was on top of him. “What?”
“Magic.”
I traced his forehead and his straight nose while he watched me, lips curved into a faint smile. I lingered at his mouth, thinking of the roar that had come from his throat and—Oh God, I’d sounded like a hyena! He smirked, teasing me with his eyes.
“Ryan’s a heavy sleeper.”
My cheeks felt warm. “He can sleep through that?”
“The pain killers help but he probably could all the same.”
“A boy of much talent, is Ryan.”
“Say it the other way.”
“A boy of much talent is...our son.”
James observed me, looking serene. He was happy, I realised with a start, and I was the cause. Self-doubt tugged at my burgeoning happiness. I was riddled with imperfection, and not just the swearing, brash and in-your-face kind. Or the little things people forgive about each other and shrug off as part of the package deal. The heaviness of my screwed-up, emotional baggage would ground a 747.
I wasn’t even highly educated or professionally successful to lighten the load. Sure, I’d had a lot of time to think lately and I wanted to study art when I could, maybe use my calligraphy skills professionally one day. But at the moment I was a struggling waitress with no career ambitions other than to pay the bills at the end of the month. I had no personal aspirations except to keep clean and never be far from James or Ryan again.#p#分页标题#e#
I wasn’t an accomplished, professional woman like Caroline.
“Thank God,” James said.
I stared at him, probing deep. “Are you reading my mind?”
“You think with your eyes.”
I frowned and he laughed. He sobered and pushed me onto my back, giving my shoulder a little shake. “No more lies.”
I looked away. “I almost fell off the wagon tonight before the hospital. I was miserable and angry, missing you like hell. I’ll always struggle with temptation.”
“And I’ll fuck you away from it,” he said huskily.
He punctuated his sentence with a kiss on my breast. I arched my back, wanting more. His hand splayed on my stomach, then lower, tantalisingly close to my pussy. Oh God, could I withstand another bout?
Oh yeah, think of those starving cows, my mind sniggered.
James’s sudden tense expression brought me out of my gleeful anticipation. “Is there anything else you haven’t told me?”
“I’m a nympho.”