Jasper, inside me, waking up the sleeping beast of my G-spot, was the only thing on my mind.
‘Getting it,’ he said through gritted teeth, ‘hard.’
I pushed myself back on him, heedless of the bending bough. He was getting me there. I was nearly there. A low-seated wash of sensation was climbing higher and higher, creeping up into my belly. Soon it would take me over.
‘You’re going to come for me,’ he panted. ‘You are.’
I could imagine that this position was hard on him and the sooner I came, the better for his aching muscles. Really, how could I deny him?
‘Yes, sir,’ I affirmed. It was almost there. It was licking its way fast along all the pathways to pleasure.
‘Do it,’ he said. The tip of one finger brushed my clit.
I don’t think it was that that tipped me over, but the building pressure blew all at once, making me keen like a steam whistle. It was astonishingly strong, ripping through me and changing all the colours of the world for a moment.
Jasper chose that moment to lift my feet from the ground and hammer into me, making sounds of animal pain as his orgasm took hold of him.
Those sounds melded with my own whimpering, the steady hiss of the rain and the creaking, then the cracking of the branch.
I screamed as we both fell, pell-mell, into the undergrowth, Jasper landing on my back and winding me.
‘Shit,’ he said. ‘Are you OK?’
I nodded, my breath still too far from my control to speak.
‘I’m sorry,’ he gasped. ‘I think I … miscalculated … there.’
He sat up, peeled me up from my flattened position and took me on his lap. I was filthy, covered in wet leaves, and his semen leaked out of me and on to his fancy-pants trousers. Getting home was going to be interesting.
‘Jasper,’ I said, when I could.
‘Darling?’
‘I’m f-f-freezing.’
‘God. Of course. Of course you are.’ He helped me to my feet. ‘We’ll get out of here.’
It was an interesting task, involving much creeping about and ducking under guy ropes, but we somehow managed to sidle around the edge of the marquee and escape through a service exit. The quickest of runs through the rain ensued until a lit taxi sign emerged from the murk and we were able to pile inside.
I felt like apologising to the driver for the state I was in, but he appeared unconcerned, striking up a conversation about the filthy weather without turning a hair.
Jasper agreed that it was indeed filthy, looking at me as he used the word, and smirking. As if things could be more obvious. He held me tight in his arms while I shivered the trip away, then as we crossed the interested territory of the hotel lobby.
I was never gladder to be out of the public eye than I was when I threw myself down on the bed and exclaimed, ‘Oh, my God.’
‘That was an adventure,’ said Jasper, shrugging off his soaked jacket and getting to work on his cufflinks. ‘You look shagged out. I’ll run a bath.’
The water was bliss, hot and steaming and scented with a thousand expensive ingredients. I lay back in Jasper’s arms and shut my eyes.
‘I’m sorry,’ he said, clasping his hands underneath my breasts. ‘You can’t take me anywhere. I’m like a dog on heat around you. Can’t seem to help myself.’
‘That dress wasn’t exactly calculated to dampen ardour,’ I said.
‘No. No, it wasn’t. Still, I think we got away with it. I feel bad about that tree, though.’
‘So do I.’
‘I’ll make a contribution to their gardening fund.’