The Mammoth Book of Erotica Presents
“Who?” Her voice was barely a whisper.
He shrugged. “Yours truly.”
“But you said you’d never leave London, you said you’d never tie yourself to anyone or anything—”
The words tumbled out, but he put his finger against her lips, hushing her. “I changed my mind. If you agree, we’ll do it together, and you’ll be the expert.” He stroked his hand down her flank, his expression serious. “I’ll just be the newbie who wants to be alongside you.”
She knew that was hard for him, and she knew that he was offering the sort of commitment he’d never been able to offer before. “Are you sure you’ve thought this through?”
He nodded. “I’ve thought about nothing else for the last twelve months, since the moment you left. I love you, Leonie.” He paused. “I couldn’t be what you wanted, back then. I know that I let you down. But now, it’s different. I had a nasty shock when you went away. I thought I could handle it, but it tore me apart. I realized what an idiot I’d been.”
She almost couldn’t stand it. His confession made her ache.
He drew her hands to his mouth and kissed them both reverently. “You did the right thing. I needed a kick up the arse. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. If you’ll have me, we can go on together. I want new challenges too, and I want to be with you, always.”
She tried to keep the smile from her face, but failed. “Hmm, now let’s see . . . a new assignment.” She latched her hands over his shoulders. “I’d have to give it some serious consideration.”
“Don’t make me wait too long, or I might have to force the issue.” He prized her legs open again, his cock hard against her thigh, his mouth nuzzling her throat hungrily.
A sense of heady, heady bliss saturated her. She lifted her hips and encouraged him back in.
A tentative knock sounded.
Sherri coughed outside the door, in the corridor. “Hey folks, I just wanted to let you know, dinner is just about ready.”
“I’ll be right there,” Mike managed to respond, as he eased his cock inside her. “I’m just freshening up.”
“You’re in my room, idiot,” Leonie whispered. She couldn’t help laughing. When she did, his cock buoyed up against her most sensitive place. “Oh, oh, oh,” she murmured.
“OK,” Sherri called out. “No rush, it’ll keep. I figured you guys had some . . . freshening . . . to do. I put your bag outside the door, Mike. You left it in the hallway.” They heard her chuckling as she walked away.
Mike fixed Leonie’s gaze with his, his hips pinning her to bed. “Well?”
“What if I ask for it to be someone else, for the sake of my sanity?”
“I want us to be together.” He pulled back and then thrust inside her, demanding. “Stop toying with me and agree, damn it!”
He was actually fretting about her response. She could see it in his eyes. She could also feel it in his needy thrust. “Oh,” she said, in between gasping for breath. “I suppose it might be better to be with the devil I know . . .”
“Agree. Or we’ll never make it to dinner.”
She gasped as he rolled his hips from side to side, his shaft massaging her. “Looks like you’ve me got over a barrel,” she managed to reply.
“Now that I’d like to see.” He plied her with kisses. He reached down and stroked his one finger back and forth over her clit, brusquely, demandingly. “Agree,” he urged again, taking shallow thrusts.
This time she met his gaze on every move, watching him in wonder as he made every part of her sing. She felt herself fluttering open deep within, each internal kiss like a seal on what had been said. Crying out, she climaxed suddenly and unexpectedly.
“It’s a deal,” she managed to blurt out, and then wrapped her legs around his hips, locking him in place while he poured himself into her and his cock jerked in release.
“I love you, Mike,” she whispered, as he rolled her into his arms.
Even if she could have resisted him for a moment longer, it didn’t matter any more. The devil she knew was right where she wanted him to be – in her heart, in her soul, and in her bed.