She closed her eyes as he moved his mouth across her chest, following the V-cut of her dress. She gasped as his lips grazed her breast. ‘My principles are very important to me,’ she said and she was surprised by how desperate her voice sounded. ‘But so is hot sex.’
‘It’s a tough choice.’ He moved his mouth to her heart.
‘I think,’ she stroked a hand through his hair. ‘When I’m not angry anymore, you should show me that hot sex again and then I can make an informed decision.’
‘Good idea.’ He pushed himself back from her, lifting the branches away from her, and then held out a hand to help her up. She took it and he pulled her to her feet and then, still holding her hand, he marched towards the house.
‘Where are we going?’
‘We’re going to have make-up sex.’
‘But I’m still annoyed with you,’ Flick protested as she hurried to catch up with him. ‘And now I have blackmail to add to your list of heinous crimes.’
‘Then we’ll have angry sex.’
She looked back over at the tree, lying completely intact on the floor. ‘What about the wonky tree?’
‘It’ll still be there when we get back.’
She had no more words of protest as he marched through the house, up the backstairs, straight into their flat and into his bedroom. He turned her so her back was against the wall and then he kissed her.
She wrapped her arms round his neck, pressing herself up against him and she could feel how much he wanted her.
‘Everything working OK down there now?’ Flick asked. ‘I’m not giving up my principles for faulty goods.’
‘Everything is fine, you’ll see for yourself in a minute.’
She undid his jeans and pushed them down around his bum and then slipped her hand inside his shorts. He was rock hard. He let out a moan as she moved her hand around him.
‘Everything seems fine, but would you like me to take a closer look?’
‘We’ll never get to the make-up sex if you do, or if you keep touching me like that.’ He took her hand from his shorts and kissed it. ‘And I would much rather hear you scream than anything else.’
She smiled at that.
He kissed her again as he reached round her back and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Without taking his mouth from hers, he removed her bra too, before filling his hands with her breasts.
She quickly wrestled him out of his t-shirt and wriggled out of her knickers, then pushed his jeans and shorts down.
He stepped out of them. ‘You have zero patience.’
‘Not when it comes to you.’
He smiled and kissed her again, moving his hand between her legs. His touch was perfect, knowing exactly what she needed, her body responding to him instantly, and that feeling started coiling in her stomach as if it had simply been waiting there, waiting for him.
She pressed herself up against him, desperate to feel his body against hers. She could feel herself tightening, standing on the edge, her movements getting frantic as she needed that release.
‘Luke.’
‘I’ve got you.’ He bent his head and took her breast in his mouth and she shattered, falling apart so fiercely that she was thankful he was holding her up. She clung to him as waves of pleasure rode through her.
She was still shaking as she came down from her high. He kissed her on the forehead, stroking her arms and shoulders. ‘You OK?’
‘I’m with you, I’m definitely more than OK.’
He smiled and kissed her, as she stroked his face.
He pulled back slightly and grabbed a condom from the drawers. After a moment, he lifted her, she wrapped her arms and legs around him and he slid perfectly inside of her as if he was made just for her. His eyes were on hers the whole time as he set a slow, exquisite pace.
