soft voice is gentle, caressing, the question a serious one.
Appreciating the significance of the moment I don’t answer immediately, considering his words. Maybe my choice was not so random after all. I suspect that nothing ever is in my world.
At last, I answer, “I happened across your path, and you caught me. Perhaps. But it was me who was hunting. And I found.”
Smiling softly he reaches over to take the guitar and places it back in its case. “You certainly did, thank God. And so did I.” He hesitates, watching me, then continues, his voice low and seductive, “You know I need to fuck you now, don’t you? I think that was the idea, yes?”
“Yes,” I whisper, marvelling at my own new-found power to affect events.
“Here?”
It seems I have a choice of location too. Is there no end to my powers? I nod. “Here’s good,” I whisper, looking across the coffee table at him. He holds my gaze, his chocolate eyes sexy and sensual, his arousal obvious.
“Any particular preferences, Little Eva? What would you like to do?”
I think for a moment, then smile, remembering. “That thing you did last night, when you were inside me and you stroked me, stroked my clit, until I came. And came. And came. Can you do that again? Please?”
“It will be my absolute pleasure, Miss Byrne.”
And it was mine too. Absolutely.
* * * *
Later, our long cold teacups replenished, Nathan sits down next to me on the settee. He picks up my mug and places it in my hands. “Here, drink your tea before it goes cold again, you insatiable little beast. I made Earl Grey for you. Fancy a Bourbon?”
I sip and nibble in silence, his arm lightly slung over my shoulders while Nathan’s attention drifts back to the Olympics. The cycling has long since given way to high diving, and find myself watching enviously as the lean, athletic bodies angle gracefully through the air to land with hardly a ripple.
I murmur absently, “I wish I could swim.”
“What’s this, Miss Byrne, something you can’t actually do? Maybe there’s hope for my battered ego yet.”
“I never learnt. It looks like fun, though. And you never know when it might be useful. When someone might toss you into a huge bath and try to drown you, for example.” I peep up at him, and he tightens his arm around me.
“Like I said, if I decide to drown you, you’ll know. I’ll swap you swimming lessons for guitar lessons, though. Deal?”
“What? You’ll teach me to swim? Why?” I turn around, staring at him, amazed.
“Why not? Like you said, might be fun. And useful. You might fall off a boat…”
“I tend to avoid boats. Are you a swimmer? Is that how you keep your body so, well, so perfect?”
“I scuba dive. And surf a bit. So yes, I do need to swim. But I only do that stuff in warm water so not that often. Since you ask, my main sport is karate. I’m at the dojo two or three times a week. When I can manage it.”
I’m surprised. I might have seen him as a weekend cricketer, or maybe playing rugby. Definitely working out at some expensive gym. But martial arts? There’s a turn-up. “Are you any good?”
“Black belt, fourth Dan. So yes, I’m pretty good.” He finishes his tea and puts the mug down, turning to me. “More than a match for you, Miss Byrne, but I think I’ve already proved that. The kick boxing is on soon. I do a bit of that too, but I’m not especially good. Still, I was going to watch it, might pick up some tips.” He nods in the direction of the Olympic coverage on the television, settling into the settee next to me. “Care to join me?”
“Mmm, sounds good.” I snuggle in, tucking my feet under me.
We enjoy a few minutes of companionable silence as the divers do their thing. I’m not especially interested in sport, but who can’t be caught up in the patriotism of Olympic fever. London 2012. Inspire a generation. Certainly, something’s inspired me recently.
Long minutes pass as we watch the athletes’
Appreciating the significance of the moment I don’t answer immediately, considering his words. Maybe my choice was not so random after all. I suspect that nothing ever is in my world.
At last, I answer, “I happened across your path, and you caught me. Perhaps. But it was me who was hunting. And I found.”
Smiling softly he reaches over to take the guitar and places it back in its case. “You certainly did, thank God. And so did I.” He hesitates, watching me, then continues, his voice low and seductive, “You know I need to fuck you now, don’t you? I think that was the idea, yes?”
“Yes,” I whisper, marvelling at my own new-found power to affect events.
“Here?”
It seems I have a choice of location too. Is there no end to my powers? I nod. “Here’s good,” I whisper, looking across the coffee table at him. He holds my gaze, his chocolate eyes sexy and sensual, his arousal obvious.
“Any particular preferences, Little Eva? What would you like to do?”
I think for a moment, then smile, remembering. “That thing you did last night, when you were inside me and you stroked me, stroked my clit, until I came. And came. And came. Can you do that again? Please?”
“It will be my absolute pleasure, Miss Byrne.”
And it was mine too. Absolutely.
* * * *
Later, our long cold teacups replenished, Nathan sits down next to me on the settee. He picks up my mug and places it in my hands. “Here, drink your tea before it goes cold again, you insatiable little beast. I made Earl Grey for you. Fancy a Bourbon?”
I sip and nibble in silence, his arm lightly slung over my shoulders while Nathan’s attention drifts back to the Olympics. The cycling has long since given way to high diving, and find myself watching enviously as the lean, athletic bodies angle gracefully through the air to land with hardly a ripple.
I murmur absently, “I wish I could swim.”
“What’s this, Miss Byrne, something you can’t actually do? Maybe there’s hope for my battered ego yet.”
“I never learnt. It looks like fun, though. And you never know when it might be useful. When someone might toss you into a huge bath and try to drown you, for example.” I peep up at him, and he tightens his arm around me.
“Like I said, if I decide to drown you, you’ll know. I’ll swap you swimming lessons for guitar lessons, though. Deal?”
“What? You’ll teach me to swim? Why?” I turn around, staring at him, amazed.
“Why not? Like you said, might be fun. And useful. You might fall off a boat…”
“I tend to avoid boats. Are you a swimmer? Is that how you keep your body so, well, so perfect?”
“I scuba dive. And surf a bit. So yes, I do need to swim. But I only do that stuff in warm water so not that often. Since you ask, my main sport is karate. I’m at the dojo two or three times a week. When I can manage it.”
I’m surprised. I might have seen him as a weekend cricketer, or maybe playing rugby. Definitely working out at some expensive gym. But martial arts? There’s a turn-up. “Are you any good?”
“Black belt, fourth Dan. So yes, I’m pretty good.” He finishes his tea and puts the mug down, turning to me. “More than a match for you, Miss Byrne, but I think I’ve already proved that. The kick boxing is on soon. I do a bit of that too, but I’m not especially good. Still, I was going to watch it, might pick up some tips.” He nods in the direction of the Olympic coverage on the television, settling into the settee next to me. “Care to join me?”
“Mmm, sounds good.” I snuggle in, tucking my feet under me.
We enjoy a few minutes of companionable silence as the divers do their thing. I’m not especially interested in sport, but who can’t be caught up in the patriotism of Olympic fever. London 2012. Inspire a generation. Certainly, something’s inspired me recently.
Long minutes pass as we watch the athletes’
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