They eventually left to go find food. When he first reached for her hand, she nearly flinched away out of habit; it was a glorious feeling to remember that here, they were anonymous. She leaned into his arm for the whole walk, smiling as their breaths created little puffs in the air.
They shared a packet of fish and chips, huddled closely on a bench overlooking the main street. The fish was delicious, warm in her stomach, and she was licking the salt and vinegar off her fingers when she caught him staring.
"What, do you want me to clean yours off too?" She reached out and took his hand, daintily sucking the tips into her mouth.
He made a plaintive sort of noise.
She pulled away and laughed. "Men. You make it so easy."
"You're not so immune yourself," he grumbled.
She took another chip. "Yeah?"
His breath was hot on her ear, his grip tight. "All I have to do is tell you how much I want to be inside you again- how I want you to scream my name as you come on my dick."
Ok, maybe he had a point. The words did make her chest grow tight, her hips go warm. But two could play at that game. "It doesn't matter how much you try and tease, because I can top it all with…" She counted in her head. "Four words."
"Yeah? Go on then."
Leaning in close, until they were almost pressed together in a kiss, she gave him a slow smile. "Ballerinas are very flexible."
The paper from the fish and chips crumpled in his hand. "Are you ready to go? I'm ready to go. Let's go, shall we?" He stood and held his hand out to her as she laughed, carefree, all too ready to head back to the hotel.
This time, he was determined to do things right.
She had been nice about that first round, but frankly, he wasn't sure if he deserved it- between her lack of orgasm and the way he finished almost immediately, his pride was a bit wounded.
Back in the hotel, he scooped her up in the hallway and carried her over the threshold, grinning as she had to duck to avoid bonking her head.
She rolled her eyes. "It's not romantic if I get wounded."
It was easy to properly toss her onto the bed in retaliation, given how big the damned thing was. As she laughed, he carefully, tenderly, unlaced her boots and pulled them off her feet, setting them neatly aside. Next, he leisurely peeled her socks off, pressing a slow kiss to the arch of each foot as she giggled, ever ticklish. Climbing over her with a grin, he unpicked the buttons of her coat, easing it off her shoulders, nuzzling against both curves of her neck once he could see the white skin of her shoulders.
"Hurry up," she breathed, voice shaky.
"Patience," he murmured, easing her up to tug her jumper and shirt off in one motion, pressing kisses down her front.
God, that bra. He could see just a hint of dusky pink through the black lace, good enough to eat. As he licked, swirling his tongue, her breath hitched higher and higher, her wriggling growing more pronounced under his mouth. There would be no bites today; just soft, sweet, kisses until she was a melting puddle in his hands.
Which looked it was going to happen fairly quickly.
He switched nipples and she wound a hand in his hair, trying to push him down. Ignoring her pointedly, he held firm, only slipping down her front when she gave up and let go. He was in charge now.
Her jeans came off fairly easily, given that she was practically shoving them down by the time he got there. He spent a while working over the lace again, mostly because he could, and because it seemed to be driving her mad in the best possible way. When he finally slid the damp fabric off, she was begging incoherently, one continuous series of beautiful 'please' sounds and moans. Each one made his cock twitch in his pants, and he had to give a few quick rubs through the fabric to try and take off the worst of the edge- he could wait. He would wait.
Refocusing, he gave her clit a flick and she jumped. "Let's see this famous flexibility then."
Taking a deep breath, she lifted her legs up and up until they were nearly parallel with her head. Almost despite himself, he was impressed.
"Useful," he murmured, and she made a desperate noise. "Can you hold them there?"
"Yes," she said instantly, almost a little scornful. As if it was hardly a question worth asking.
"Good," he chuckled, before he nuzzled down and started with a long, slow lick.
She wanted more, he could tell, she wanted fast and hard and rough. But he was determined, as before, to go slowly; he alternated between swipes and swirls, quick sucks and open mouthed kisses, really taking the time to note the reaction to each movement and its impact. For once in their lives, they had all the time in the world.
"Jacob," she shuddered, lifting herself a little. "Please-"
He popped his head up. "Oh, you want to enjoy the view? Why didn't you say?" Leaning over, he yanked a few of the pillows over to prop up her back, grinning wickedly at her blushing confusion.
She let go of her legs and gradually let them descend into the splits as she settled back at an angle. Damn, that really was impressive. "That's not exactly what I…"
The rest of her words were lost to choked sounds when he returned to his work with enthusiasm, humming to show his pleasure for her benefit. When he peered up, he saw round eyes fixed on him, her face flushed red, her mouth open and quivering. Fucking beautiful.
By the time he slid his fingers into her, she almost sounded like she was in tears, ragged breaths combined with little mewling sounds of pleasure. It was time, he decided, to finally try and hurry things along a bit- he could feel sticky precome leaking in his boxers, and he was so hard that it almost sort of hurt.
It didn't take long. As he pumped his fingers, her sounds changed in pitch until her legs suddenly snapped down and around his neck. She came completely silently, her mouth open but her throat apparently paralyzed, her back arching off the mattress in an incredible curve- it seemed to finish just as quickly, as she collapsed down against the mattress once more.
He rocked back on his heels, jaw a bit sore, but pleased. "Good?"
She responded by yanking him up by his jumper onto the bed, dragging his jeans and boxers down past his hips in ragged movements, and straddling him to sink down onto his cock with almost no warning.
Oh fuck yes.
They moaned in unison, his sound almost a growl, their satisfaction mixing in the still air. It was much easier for him to slide all the way in this time; she was still tight, but she was much wetter. It made him vaguely wish she'd let him go down on her the first time around, before she started to move and all thoughts were wiped from his mind entirely.
She was grinding against him, leaning on her knees, head thrown back and tits bouncing like the best fucking porno that he could possibly imagine. "Jacob," she pleaded, his name getting stretched out into a plaintive sound, "Jacob-"
Her fingers were yanking so tightly at the fabric of his jumper that he was pretty sure it was ruined, but he didn't give a damn. "Does that feel good, love?"
"So good," she breathed, rocking her hips back and forth now, chasing something that he couldn't see. "It feels so fucking good, Jacob-"
Wow, okay, so that was new. And hot. Super hot. He palmed a breast and tightened his fingers on a nipple as she worked over him, tight and hot and wet. "You feel pretty fucking great yourself."
Her eyes were closed now, face scrunched up, every part of her tensing and shaking. "Jacob- Jacob-"
Unless he was very mistaken, that was a good sign. He reached down to tentatively rub at her clit, whispering into the air as gently as he could, "come on, Evie, come for me again, I want to see your face as you come-"
That did it. She fucking wailed as the second one hit her, cunt pulsing, legs shaking, getting so tight all at once that for a moment he thought he might go blind. Her hands scrabbled against him as he gave her a few good thrusts to try and help it along, her cries becoming jagged and broken with each movement of his hips. The sheer satisfaction of knowing that he'd made her come- twice- was enough to give him another heady rush of arousal, snapping through him like lightning.
Finally finished, she held herself rigid for a few seconds before she flopped onto him, her moan long and satisfied.
Which meant it was his turn, thank God, because he needed to move from this gentler pace to proper fucking, and he needed to do it now.
Rolling on top of her and shuffling off the side of the bed, he yanked her until her legs were hanging off the edge, her loose hair trailing behind her on the coverlet, surrounding her head like a cloud. Lying on her back, she blinked at him with languid eyes, small smile on her lips, inviting, sensuous. Hooking her ankles against his shoulders, he pushed back into her, taking a few thrusts to get his bearings before he starting pounding as fast as he could, fucking her into the mattress with all of his strength as his belt rattled around his calves. Her eyes practically rolled into the back of her head at the force of it, her hands wrapping into the coverlet tightly, little broken sounds of pleasure and delight tearing from her throat.
When the orgasm surged- still quick, but hell, there was only so much he could do- he let it happen, let it draw up and take over. Hunching over her, he gripped her hips and sucked in deep breath after deep breath as he came harder than he was pretty sure he'd ever come before in his life, the satisfaction of it so primal and raw that he almost roared.
His legs nearly fucking gave out when it ended. Collapsing on top of her, he waited for his brain to gradually collect itself as she stroked his hair, the touch of her hand soft and gentle.
"Wow," she finally breathed into the silence, voice shaky.
"Wow," he agreed, heart pounding fit to burst.
They snuck in one last romp before it was time to leave the next morning, heading back to the train dishevelled and happy.
She nudged him with her foot on the ride home. "I don't know how we're going to go back to days of not being able to touch each other again."
"Not my favourite," he agreed. "But, hey, not long before we move away from home, right?"
They hadn't spoken about this before, even though it loomed large in her mind. "What…" she trailed off. "What happens then?"
He looked out the window thoughtfully. "You'll be going off to uni. I have no plans; I'll just follow you. We can get a place."
It was deliciously tempting. A little flat somewhere, for just the two of them. They could be together exactly as they pleased, never having to worry about prying eyes or opening doors. "But I don't even know where I'm going yet."
"It doesn't matter." He shrugged and grinned at her. "Don't really care as long as you're there- I waited too long to have you, I'll just enjoy it for a little while."
There was that welling emotion again, making her chest feel so full that it almost hurt. "You make it sound so easy."
His smile got wider, handsome and charming enough to make her breath catch in her throat. "Because it is, Evie. Because it is."