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Marcus
It feels strange to stroll around someone else’s house completely naked, but I suppose there’s some humour to be found in it. I head downstairs to grab my bag, silently cursing my earlier laziness for not bringing it up with me.
The patio door is slightly ajar, and a cold gust of wind whips through the ground floor of the cottage.
For a moment, a flash of panic grips me at the sight of the open door, but I quickly realise the small size of the cottage makes it easy to see there’s been no intrusion – just the wind, pushing the door open from my weak attempt at kicking it shut earlier, having been too distracted to give it much thought.
I close and lock the door, hanging the key on its hook behind the curtain, stepping around the melted puddles of snow tracked in from my boots.
Coming back up the stairs, I find Lila standing in the doorway of the bedroom, naked, her skin glowing gold in the warm afternoon light. Her hand is propped against the wooden doorframe in a way that accentuates the curve of her waist, looking like something out of every man’s wildest fantasy.
And she’smine.
“Hey.” My voice is low, a smile curling the edge of my lips. “I was… just thinking I might jump in the shower.”
“Yea?” she asks, barely louder than a breath, and God damn, her voice is silk and sin and starlight, and every time she speaks, it pulls at something within me I don’t even want to begin to understand.
The look in her eyes is seductive as hell and God, do I love it. There’s a hunger in her eyes – like she’s had a taste and is starving for more.
Most women are content after once – more than satisfied after twice. Not Lila.
Her gaze drifts down my body, slowly, like she’s trying to memorise it, and I feel myself harden under the heat of it.
My eyes do the same, tracing the sensuous line of her curves, drifting hungrily from her soft mouth to the gentle swell of her breasts, down her soft golden skin to the smooth centre between her legs.
Fucking hell.
I don’t know how I’m ready again, but somehow, my body seems to have rediscovered a forgotten vigour, the burning need for her reawakening like embers coaxed back to flame by the lightest breath.
“Would you like to join me?” I ask.
Her whole body lights up as she jumps up on her toes, yelping a quick “yes!”with an unguarded enthusiasm that shifts from languid satisfaction to bubbling excitement in an instant.
She’s fierce and sweet, sensual and playful all at once, and I’m completely undone.
She wants me. Still. Again.For the last two years,she said.
There’s twenty years between us, and yet she looks at me like I’m everything she’s ever desired. The raw honesty of her confession strips away any lingering doubts that might have shadowed my mind.
And I don’t think I’ve ever needed to be wanted this much.
I reach out and pull her into me, claiming her lips with mine as my hands slide down to cup her perfect arse. I growl softly in her ear and take a few steps forward, pinning her against the wall.
“Every inch of you drives me fuckingwild,” I whisper slowly, sliding my hand between her legs, my heart pounding as her body instantly reacts to my touch. Her back arches to press against my hand as she whimpers, lifting her leg up to rest on my waist.
My fingers slip inside her easily, working her up until she’s gasping.
I pull back and look at her, her face flushed, lips swollen, her usually perfectly styled hair ruffled, and those luscious, perky breasts rising and falling with her breath.
“Come on.” I step into the bathroom and turn on the shower.
The hot water quickly steams up the air and I step under the stream of it, soaking up Lila’s hungry gaze as she watches me.
“Get over here,” I motion with my head and in a second, she’s in front of me and her hand is on my cock and holy fuck, it should be illegal how fucking good that feels.
My mouth is on hers as I press her against the wall, a slight smile breaking the kiss as I hear her slight gasp when her back hits the cold tile. The contrast of it against the hot water pouring down her front will amplify her sensations, and her eyes lock on mine as our mouths separate, her lips parted, breath heavy.
I stare into her eyes, trying to memorise them - the way they look at me - before leaning in and sliding two fingers inside her. I curl them forward, pressing against the soft spot on her front wall, biting my lip at the sound of her moan.