Chapter 8

The anticipation of what would happen had built up during the taxi ride, and by the time our lips met, I was almost as eager as Skorpa. We clutched at each other, and he drove his tongue into my mouth, crushing my lips against my teeth. He pulled my top free of my skirt and pushed it up, freeing my breasts so they spilled into his hands. His lower body pressed against mine, the hard ridge of his erection obvious through our clothes. Groaning, he broke the kiss and moved to my neck. He nibbled gently below my ear, then bit harder as he reached the point where my neck joined my shoulder. I gasped and rolled my head back against the wall. He took one hand off my breast and slid it down my body and under my skirt to squeeze my buttock. I wore a thong, and his hand was warm on my skin. I reached around him and pulled his shirt out of the back of his trousers, so I could touch skin too.

He kissed me again, wet and messy and desperate, while his hands stroked and squeezed and grasped, wandering everywhere all at once. I slipped my hands between us and fumbled with his shirt buttons, freeing them with clumsy fingers as we squirmed against each other. Skorpa stopped touching me, just long enough to unfasten his trousers and pull his erection free of his underwear. He drew his lips from mine, panting and almost laughing. "Fuck. Condoms are in the bathroom."

"Here." I opened my bag which still dangled from my shoulder and plucked out a small packet. He took it from me and tore it open with his teeth. While he rolled the rubber on, I tugged my skirt up more and took my thong off. Then he pulled my leg up over his hip and guided himself. I stretched up on the tip of my toes with the other foot and wrapped my arms around his neck. When he thrust in, we both groaned in relief. For a moment he held still, buried deep within me. When he moved again, it was hard and fast, slamming into me and shoving me against the wall. I held on tight, letting him take what he needed until it ended in seconds.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." He slid out of me, lowered my leg, and wrapped both arms around me.

"It's okay."

"Did I hurt you?"

"No. It's okay," I repeated. I brushed his hair off his face and kissed his cheek. "Where's your bedroom?"

"Two metres away." He laughed a little, released his grip on me, and led me through the door to my right. "It seemed too far a minute ago."

"I know." I peeled off my top which was tangled under my armpits and shoved my skirt down. Skorpa watched intently as I bent to take off my boots and socks, then straightened again, naked.

"You're beautiful," he said, still breathless.

I smiled. "You're overdressed."

Shaking his head and grinning, he shrugged off his shirt. His chest was smooth, the only hair starting at his navel and arrowing down to his cock. Both his arms were decorated with several tattoos, one of which was the grim reaper. He took off his boots, then pushed down his trousers and underwear. He was half hard with the condom still on, and he quickly disposed of it. He had a nice penis—thick and circumcised. I unconsciously licked my lips, only realising what I did when he laughed.

"You like what you see?"

"Yes, I do." I looked up and met his eyes.

"Come here." He reached for me and steered me to the bed, which was covered in a dark blue quilt. He swept it aside and I stretched out on one side of the mattress. He lay down facing me and rested his arm lightly around my waist. I touched his chest and when I pressed my palm over his heart, I felt it thumping rapidly. He sat up suddenly and rolled me onto my back.

"What are you doing?"

"What I would have done from the beginning if I could have waited." He smiled and moved down to the bottom of the bed. I shivered as he ran his fingertips lightly from my ankles to my thighs, then pushed my legs apart and guided my knees up. He crawled up the bed again until he knelt above me, his hair brushing my skin as he lowered his head to kiss me.

Whereas our first proper kiss had been rough and desperate, this one was deep and gentle, his lips caressing mine and his tongue exploring slowly. I closed my eyes and melted into it. My body tingled with arousal, both from the exciting but much too brief episode against the wall, and the lazy teasing kisses. His lips left mine and found my neck, just above my collarbone. He bit gently and sucked on my skin, then went back to kissing. I squirmed and gasped as his lips closed around my nipple, while he stroked and squeezed my other breast.

Gradually, he made his way down my body, touching and tasting, his hair trailing across my skin. I squirmed and shivered, whimpering and gasping every so often, with both pleasure and impatience. He ran the tips of his fingers along the inside of my thigh, then back down the other one, tormenting me by ignoring the place I really wanted him to touch. He laughed softly, his breath warm on my stomach. Then he ducked his head lower, and licked me, right there.

"Holy shit," I whispered.

It had been a long time—a really long time, since I'd been with someone who cared about whether I enjoyed myself or not. I'd had a few one-nighters with guys that just wanted to fuck, and a couple who were simply clueless. Skorpa definitely knew what he was doing, and he made my toes curl. His tongue flicked my clit, then dipped inside me. I moaned and shivered, clenching my fists at my sides. When he withdrew his tongue, replaced it with two fingers, and licked and sucked my clit at the same time, I knew I would come. I writhed under him, panting and moaning and not giving a damn how wanton I sounded. I was so close; almost there.

"Oh yes… fuck!" I cried as I came to a shuddering finish. He was still licking me, lapping at my wetness. "Stop, stop!" I gasped and pushed him off.

He crawled back up my body and looked down at me, grinning. "Feel better?"

"Fuck," was all I could manage to say.

Skorpa chuckled. "Are you always so foul-mouthed when you're having sex?"

"Only if it's good." I slid my arms around him and ran my hands over his back. He lowered himself a little and his erection brushed against me.

"Where's your bag?" he asked.

I pointed at the floor. "Down there somewhere."

He pulled himself off me, retrieved the bag, and looked inside. He quickly found the other condom I had in there. "Do you want me to wait a while?"

"No." I watched as he tore open the packet and put the condom on. I would have loved to feel him bare, but I didn't want to suggest it. I didn't know his history, or where things would go from here.

He moved between my thighs again and bent to kiss me. He tasted of me, but it didn't bother me. I responded just as eagerly as I had before, teasing his tongue with mine, and winding my arms around his neck. He guided himself into me as we kissed, and we groaned into each other's mouths. He stopped kissing me and rested his forehead against mine as he began to move.

I was still sensitive from my orgasm, and although it was usually difficult for me to get off in this position, I didn't think I would have any trouble this time. I moved under him, pushing myself up to meet each thrust of him inside me. I removed my arms from his neck and wrapped them around his back instead. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, gradually becoming wet; panting for breath; gasps and groans of pleasure; the occasional muttered curse, more from me than him.

This time it wasn't rushed and desperate. Skorpa was a skilled lover, and he did everything I liked, making sure I finished again before him. When he came, he rolled off me to avoid crushing me, got rid of the condom, and tugged me into his arms.

I had never been much of a cuddler, and most of the guys I'd been with hadn't either, except for the one serious boyfriend I'd had when I was twenty. But I liked being in Skorpa's arms. His body felt good, and I loved his hair. I ran my fingers through it, loosening the tangles. We lay that way for quite a while, not talking, just holding and idly stroking each other.

Eventually, Skorpa pulled away from me and went to the bathroom. I closed my eyes and drifted until he came back and sat on the edge of the bed. He ran his hand over my hair and touched my face. "Are you staying?"

"Do you want me to stay?"

"Yeah, Skade, I want you to stay." He smiled.

"Come back to bed, then."

He climbed over me and lay down with his chest to my back, his arm around my waist. His lips touched my ear, then my neck. "I wasn't sure I'd even see you tonight, let alone this."

"I wasn't sure either. I intended to turn up, I just didn't decide until the last minute what I wanted."

"I'm glad you decided you wanted me."

"Me too."

He didn't say anything else, and I fell asleep with him wrapped around me. The night was too warm for the bed covers, and the quilt remained on the floor where it had been thrown.

I woke a few hours later and slipped away from Skorpa to go to the bathroom. I crept back to the bed, trying not to disturb him, but when I lay down, he wrapped his arm tightly around me and pulled me back against his body. He was hard again, and my pulse quickened. I grasped his hand where it rested on my stomach, and pushed it lower, between my legs. He huffed out a soft laugh in my ear.

"I like a woman who knows what she wants and isn't shy about it." He moved his fingers, stroking me until I moaned. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you," I said. "Like this."

"Don't move." He rolled away from me and I heard another condom packet tear open. Then he was back, lifting my upper leg and pressing slowly inside me. "You feel so good."

He began to slide in and out of me, while his fingers stroked me in just the right way. I squirmed and shivered in his grasp, a little surprised that my body responded so readily again. But he seemed to know exactly what I wanted and needed. He held himself back until I came, trembling and swearing. Then he slammed into me, hard and rough, until he came too.

I slept again and when I woke, I was alone. I turned over and stretched as I thought about the events of the night and unsuccessfully tried to stop myself grinning.

Skorpa came into the room then, with wet hair and wearing tight grey jersey boxer briefs. "You're awake, then." He smiled. "Do you want some coffee?"

"Yes, please. Black with one."

He disappeared again and came back a moment later with two mugs of coffee. I took mine and sipped it. He sat on the bed and I didn't need to look at him to know his gaze was fixed on me—I could feel it. My heart began to pound, and I slowly raised my head to meet his eyes. He was looking at me like I was important—like it wasn't just one date, or just hot sex. I shot him a smile. It didn't feel like that for me either.