No One But You

“I haven’t seen Mark since we finished working together and Hamish and I never actually slept together.”

“I remember Hamish, he tried to feed me haggis. I remember that idiot very well and he did not have a lisp. Lisp guy had that weird Lovely Bones moustache and those super trendy but nonetheless revolting wire frame glasses.”

“Oh, you mean Andrew. Yeah, I didn’t sleep with him either. He tried so hard but he just made feel all ugh.” She shivered. “And I met him through Lucy before she went off to the States, so yeah, he was a long time ago.”

So when you say six what do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean in the last couple of months or so I’ve had sex with six men.” She paused allowing her words to sink in. “Is that a lot?”

“Well, it’s more than most.” Dorian patted her knee. “If you’re Quincy here, you may as well have slept with the whole world.”

“Why are we comparing her to me?”

“Because you may as well have had an immaculate conception.”

Willow snort laughed into her glass as her mouthful of wine spurted all over us.

“Look, the point is you’re not a slut.”

“N

ope, just a whore!” Dorian clinked their glasses. “Maybe I should take a page out of your book and just slut it up with you.”

Willow and I laughed as Dorian downed the rest of her glass. How was she not drunk yet? I felt tipsy just watching her knock the wine back. She put the empty glass on the coffee table and leaned into me until her head was on my lap and her legs were over the arm of the sofa.

She sighed as she looked up at me, her smile fading as she pulled the ring Phillip had given her off her finger and stared at it before slipping it back on.

“I miss him too.” I stroked her hair lightly. She looked up at me with wide eyes like she’d been caught with her hand in the biscuit tin. “I’m assuming that’s where all this is coming from?”

She sighed. “Sometimes I hate him, but most of the time I miss him.” She twisted the ring she’d moved to her other hand. “But, I am also genuinely horny.” Her eyes opened wide at the sound of the buzzer and she smiled brightly up at me.

Jamie

Waking up Christmas morning with Quincy was the best present I could’ve wished for. Yes, I was still a bit peeved that the girls weren’t here to start the day with us, but I wasn’t going to let that resentment stop me from enjoying every moment with the very naked woman next to me. It’s funny how there’s this massive thing about cuddling and waking up wrapped in each other, but the reality was that it very rarely happened. She loved her space. I’d come to learn that she had sleeping stages.

First she’d cuddle and as she started to get to the point of dozing off she’d kick the duvet over so that her legs were out. It was the most annoying thing because half way through the night her bit of duvet would get caught around my legs and I’d have to get up and sort it or she’d kick it all off my legs and I’d wake up cold. Then once she was in deep sleep she had this breathy snore thing going on and that’s when she’d roll over with her back to me. And if I even tried to spoon her she’d mumble until I’d moved away enough so that my body heat wasn’t mingling with hers. That part I actually didn’t mind because I had my own position that was most comfortable and cuddling her would make it impossible for me to sleep properly. Then as she gradually woke up she started to inch closer to me. First her cold feet would slip between my ankles and calves, then she’d start wriggling herself backwards gradually until her bottom was reacquainted with my groin—hello, morning glory—and once her back was completely flush to my front it was only then that I could cuddle her without any of her mumbles. Well, not the get off me kind anyway.

She tensed her bum cheeks as I wrapped my arms around her. Her hum of satisfaction as my erection snuggled into her crease letting me know exactly what she was after. Me. I could hear her smile in the way she sighed. Her hands holding onto my forearms as she hitched her leg backwards over mine.

“How am I naked and you’re not?” She whispered as she tilted her head back onto my shoulder.

“I don’t know.”

She hooked her thumbs into the sides of my boxers and pulled them down just enough to free my cock. “I’m sorry I was late last night.”

Her hand wrapped around my length and she pumped slowly until I groaned in her ear, “I love your hands.”

“Is that all?” She asked as she turned in my arms, her hand leaving my dick.

“Is that all you love?” She reiterated as her leg hooked over my hip and her hands paused on my chest. Her thumbs strumming over my hardened nipples.

She squirmed as I ran my hands down the curve of her back to the top of her arse.

“No.” I breathed in her ear as I squeezed. “I love your derrière.”

She sighed as I gave it another squeeze, this time a little harder.

“And?” She wriggled closer to me so that my dick nuzzled between her legs. Her gasp as my shaft pressed on her clit breathy.