Her voice was harsh in her throat. “Do you have a condom?”
“No.” He didn’t even open his teeth when he spoke.
“You okay with that?”
“Hell, yes.”
She moved up him, crawling, and Casimir reached between them to angle his cock to nudge against her center. The light from the cell phone’s beacon shone from behind her, and her shadow lay over Casimir’s white tuxedo shirt and the sash that still hung from his right shoulder. The pale light touched his face, shining from below his chin. Odd shadows deepened the scar on his left cheek, and slivers of light highlighted his cheekbones.
She pushed herself down on him, wrapping her body around him as she took him inside of her.
His lips parted as his brilliant green eyes glazed over.
Rox had all of him now, all of him inside of her, and she moved on his body, tilting her hips as she swayed on him.
Casimir bit his lip, and his fingers clutched her thighs. For a moment, it looked like he was going to lose control right then, but he gasped a deep breath and pushed himself up on the bench to half-sitting.
Rox straightened, her feet planted on the ground on either side of him and the low bench, raising herself up with her legs and lowering herself back down onto him. He watched between them for a moment, where their bodies connected, and she felt the air leave his body as if he had been punched. She swiveled her hips as she took him inside her, almost like she was dancing above him.
When he turned his face up to her, his eyes hooded, Rox leaned down and kissed him, and she continued to stroke him with her body.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and shoved her down onto him, the side of his face pressed against her shoulder as he thrust inside her.
His urgency startled her, but his deep thrusts rubbed her inside and shoved against her clit. She grabbed his shoulders, her cheek pressed against his, holding on as he stroked into her. Her body tightened, and her breath quickened. Between her thighs, his body felt like cords of steel were wound around his flesh, and she held on as his every leap up into her spiraled her toward release.
The tension clenched harder around her, and she was keening between her clenched teeth. Casimir leaned her back and pushed harder into her, filling her so deeply and grinding against her so that the knot inside her broke, throbbing through her veins and her muscles, all the way up to her head and the world went white and silent and fiery.
She drifted amid the roaring silence.
His arms.
She was in his arms, clutching his neck, while they both tried to breathe. His forehead was resting against her shoulder, his breath warm on her skin and trickling down her, cooling the sweat on her breasts.
He pressed his lips to her shoulder. “Lieveke, marry me.”
“Yes,” she said. “I will. Yes, Casimir.”
His arms tightened around her, “Every time I think that I couldn’t possibly love you more, you take my breath away.”
She stroked the short hair above the back of his neck. “I love you, too.”
“I love you.” He kissed her shoulder. “Mijn lieveke, ik hou van jou.”
Rox didn’t need a translation. She just curled her body in his arms and held on.
In time, with care, they unwound themselves and, still touching each other’s face and hands, arranged their clothes so that they weren’t completely scandalous.
Her pantyhose still lay in a heap on the stones. It felt too good to have them off, so she didn’t bother with struggling back into them.
They sat side-by-side on the bench. Casimir had his arm around her as she huddled next to him, and they watched the leaves sway in the little breeze by the light of his cell phone.
“I can’t believe that we didn’t use a condom again.” Rox was a little mortified. “It won’t happen again. I’ll go on the Pill or something. We can’t keep playing roulette like this.”
He kissed her hair again. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” she asked, still watching the leaves sway.
“You want something that I’ve never done before? I’ve never had sex without a condom before you. I’ve never wanted to make a woman pregnant with my child. I’ve never been a father. I’ve never tried to. I’ve never wanted to.” She looked up at him, and in the night, his green eyes seemed softer. He smiled but bit his lip. “You’re my first.”
A lump hardened in her throat. “You’re my first, too.”
He adjusted his arms around her and leaned his head back. “I wonder what he would look like.”
“She,” she corrected him. “Our first would be a she.”
“First, huh? Of how many?”
“Couple, maybe. I’m an only. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”