In reality it was probably only about thirty seconds, but it felt like an eternity before he could be there in bed next to her, his body pressed against her, the exquisite softness of her breasts rubbing against his chest. He ran his hands over her, wanting to touch every part of her, sliding down her slender waist, over the curve of her hips, down to where she was so wet and ready for him.
Her eyes shut, lashes dark and full against the pallor of her skin, and her breathing quickened, breasts rising and falling as she gasped and writhed against him. So, so responsive. Her passion still surprised him, but he wasn’t going to question it, wasn’t going to do anything except touch her, fingers gliding over her, stroking her, until he felt her spasm around him, shudders moving through her entire body.
She reached out to touch him then, and he groaned as her fingers wrapped around him, working slowly, deliberately, not too fast or too hard — he could tell she wanted him to last as long as possible. That wouldn’t be easy, not with the way he’d been aroused for the better part of an hour already. But he slowed his breathing to work in concert with her caresses, knowing he didn’t want to spend himself in her hand.
And then she let go of him, shifted, began to move so she would be on top of him. Somehow he summoned the strength to take her by the arms, to hold her in place and say, “Wait — I have to get a condom — ”
“No,” she cut in. “I want to feel you. Really feel you. Promise me it’ll be safe.”
“It will,” he gasped. “I’ve got stock in Trojan. But you — ”
“I’ll use the charm to protect me.”
“Because that worked so well for Angela.”
Her expression grew severe — or as severe as it could, given that her lips were still parted, swollen with his kisses, her eyes wide, dark pools of desire. “Extenuating circumstances. You’re not the next primus, Lucas — there’s no supernatural biological imperative to deal with here.”
“Oh, there’s a biological imperative,” he began, but he didn’t get any further than that, as she lowered herself onto him, and he felt her warmth surround him. Her eyes closed, and she let out a moan, and that was the end of any self-control he might have possessed. He began to move with her, plunging deeper and deeper into her as she rocked her hips in time with his thrusts. Had there ever been anything as beautiful as her riding him, head tilted back, long dark hair falling to brush against his thighs? Her hands crept up to cup her breasts, and he’d thought he was aroused before, but now, seeing her caress herself like that, completely lost in the moment, he couldn’t hold himself back, burying himself in her, knowing he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.
Like a late summer cloudburst, the orgasm swept over him, wrenching a moan from his throat and an answering cry from Margot. Her eyes were still shut, and then he could feel her clenching around him, feel her own climax hit, and they both rode the aftershocks for a few seconds afterward, until at last she collapsed onto the bed next to him, gasping, her body shuddering. She lay there for a little while, and then let out a little hiccuping laugh and said, “I think I need to get cleaned up.”
The downside of not using a condom. He lay there, too spent to move, as she somehow managed to wriggle out of bed and totter into the bathroom. The water ran for a bit, and then she returned and picked up her underwear. After a pause, she shook her head. “I think I need to duck into my room and get some clean things.”
He nodded. “I’m not going anywhere.”
She flashed him a quick smile, retrieved the rest of her clothes, and hurried out into the corridor. While she was gone, he might have dozed a bit; he couldn’t be sure how long it had been, but now she was wearing a dark red sleep shirt of some kind, and her face looked glossy and clean. Under other circumstances, he might have minded the shirt, but in a way it was sexy, as it revealed her long, slim legs and was low-cut enough to show the faintest hint of the shadow between her breasts, and yet covered everything else up.
When she slid in next to him and kissed him, he tasted the mint on her breath and realized she must have brushed her teeth. “You still had some wine left,” he pointed out.
“It’s all right. I really didn’t want any more.”
That seemed to be the signal they were done for the night, which meant he should probably get moving and brush his teeth as well. It took him a minute to summon the energy, but eventually he got up, splashed some water on his face, and then climbed back in the bed. His eyes didn’t immediately adjust to the fire-lit darkness of his bedroom after the bright illumination in the bathroom, but when they did, he saw that Margot was lying on her back, staring up at the ceiling.