“Simon, I need, please, inside, now,” I panted, almost incoherent with lust. Simon, schooled in Caroline shorthand, understood this completely
and was poised between my legs, hips nuzzled up into mine within seconds. He leaned down, kissing me wantonly, the taste of me al over him.
And I loved it.
“Inside, inside, inside,” I kept chanting, my back and hips alternately arching, desperately trying to find what I needed, what I had to have, to
push me off that cliff. He left me for only seconds to fumble in his khakis, which I had kicked halfway across the room. The tel tale crinkle let me know
that I was safe, that we were safe.
Final y I felt him, exactly where he was meant to be. He barely nudged inside, but just the feeling of him entering me was monumental. My own
needs quieted for the moment, and I watched as he began to push into me for the first time. His eyes bore into mine as I cradled his face in my
hands. He looked as though he wanted to say something. What words would we speak, what wonderful y loving things would we say to
commemorate this moment?
“Hi,” he whispered, smiling as though his life depended on it.
I couldn’t help but smile back. “Hi,” I answered, loving the feel of him, the weight of him, above me.
He slipped gently into me, and at first my body resisted. It had been a long time, but the little pain I felt was welcome. It was that good kind of
pain, a pain that let you know something more was coming. I relaxed a bit, al owing my legs to wrap around his waist, and as he pressed farther into
me, his smile became infinitely more sexy. He bit down on his lower lip and tiny frown lines appeared on his forehead. I breathed in, inhaling his
scent as I watched him pul back just the smal est bit, only to thrust once more. Now ful y inside, I welcomed him the only way I could. I gave him that
little internal hug, which made his eyes flash open and peer down at me.
“There’s my girl,” he murmured, raising one rakish eyebrow and thrusting into me again, with more conviction this time. My breath caught in my
throat and I gasped, unwittingly rocking my hips into his with a motion as old as the waves crashing down below.
Slowly he began to move within me, sliding against me with a fantastic pressure, each new angle and sensation giving way to more of that
warm tingly feeling working its way out to the tips of each finger and toe. The feeling of having Simon inside me, inside my body, was more than I
can articulate. I groaned, and he grunted. He moaned, and I mewed. Together. His hips pushed me higher on to the bed, up toward the headboard.
Our bodies were slick with sweat, crashing and smashing into each other. I threaded my hands deeply into his hair, tugging and writhing beneath
him.
“Caroline, so beautiful,” he sighed between kisses across my forehead and nose.
I closed my eyes and could see myself, once again, on the edge of that cliff, ready to jump, needing to jump. Again, that pressure began to
build, that crackle of energy spinning itself wild and frantic, pulsing with every thrust, every slip and dip of his hips into mine, driving him,
unrelentingly, in and out of my body.
I took one final step, one foot now dangling off the edge of the cliff, and then! I saw her…O. She was in the water down below, her hair like fire
dancing along the waves. She waved and I waved and just like that, Simon brought one hand down between our bodies, just above where we were
joined, and he began to trace his little circles.
Little circles from a perfect hand, and I jumped. I jumped free and clear and loud and proud, announcing my approval with a lusty “Yes!” as I
rushed toward that certain high.
And I fel .
And fel .
And fel .
And crashed. Crashed and smacked into the unforgiving surface of the water, and I didn’t come up. I fel for what seemed like an age, but
instead of O meeting me at the bottom with open arms, I floundered, alone and wet. Every muscle in my body, every cel was concentrated on the
return of the O, as if I could wil her back. I strained, body tight and taut as I caught sight of her, just the very tips of her hair, like fire under the water,
slipping away from me. She was so close, so very close, but no. No.
I scrambled after her, trying with sheer wil to make her reappear, but nothing. She was gone, and I was left underwater. With the most beautiful
man in the world inside me.
I opened my eyes and saw Simon above me, saw his beautiful face as he made love to me, and that is what this was. This wasn’t sex. This
was love, and I stil couldn’t offer him al that I had. I saw his eyes heavy and thick and half closed in passion. I saw a bead of sweat running down his
nose and watched as it splashed lazily on to my breasts. I saw as he bit down hard on his lower lip, the strain on his face as he delayed his own