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He adds a second finger to the first and then uses his thumb against my clitoris, rubbing hard, then circling more gently, the contrast driving me wild. I arch my back and he leans down, capturing my nipple between his teeth. I feel like I’m being consumed by pleasure, as though it’s all around me, in every breath I’m struggling to take.

“Please, Mac…” I’m so close already.

He applies just a little more pressure with his thumb and I fall headlong into a mind-blowing, breath-snatching orgasm, my body surrendering to him. Sensing my predicament, he releases my hands, putting his arm around my waist to hold me up, until I’ve calmed sufficiently to take my own weight, although even then he doesn’t let me go. He just pulls his fingers from me and raises them to his lips, licking them while staring into my eyes.

“Stay?” he whispers.

“I already did.”

“That was just one night. I mean… stay.”

Is he asking what I think he’s asking? I’m too scared to ask if he means forever, just in case he doesn’t. The disappointment would be too much. “Do you mean for the weekend?”

He pauses for a second or two and then nods his head, and although I smile and nod my agreement, I can’t help wishing he’d said ‘forever’, instead.

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Mac

What a weekend…

When we got back to my place on Friday night, I don’t know what I was hoping for… other than a kiss, perhaps. The last thing I expected was for Ella to respond in the way she did, for that to be her first time, for her to want to stay… and for that to be the best two days of my life.

But that’s exactly how it’s been.

Her responses have been incredible… not just to our first kiss, but to everything, and I’ve revelled in her enjoyment of every sexual encounter. There’s no doubting her enthusiasm, which is adorable, and although she sometimes gives away her inexperience, I love the fact that she knows her own body. She knows what she likes and isn’t afraid to ask for it… or simply take it.

Watching her bring herself off was incredible. It’s something I’ve done with previous partners, but it’s never felt like that before. Like everything else with Ella, it’s special… and very different.

That’s why I asked her to stay. Not just on Friday night, after our first time, but on Saturday morning, in the shower. She’d just made me come – spectacularly – and I’d brought her to orgasm, but I wasn’t ready to let her leave. It wasn’t just about the sex, either. I’d loved sleeping with her, holding her, kissing her… everything about her. When she asked if I meant for the weekend, I so very nearly said, ‘No, forever.’ I would have meant it, too… even though I know it wouldn’t have been long enough.

I want more than that.

As it was, I just nodded my head, knowing it was too soon for ‘forever’, just like it’s too soon for ‘I love you’, which is the other thing that’s been on my lips almost all the time. I’ve dropped a few hints about how I feel, because I want her to know, although I’ve tried not to be too obvious about it, just in case she’s not ready to hear something like that. The last thing I want is to scare her off… except sometimes I wonder if she’s just as ready for love as I am.

Every so often I catch something in her eyes; a look, or a smile that makes me wonder…

What would she have done if I’d revealed my true feelings… if I’d asked her to move in with me? She’d probably have said I was mad. Just a couple of days ago, we were little more than work colleagues, and now we’re… well, I’m not sure what we are. We haven’t talked about it, although I know this isn’t casual for either of us. Ella made a point of telling me she’d waited for the right man, and that she hoped I was him. Then, on Saturday morning, after we’d finished our shower, I made some breakfast, which we ate in bed. Full up on toast and coffee, she was lying naked in my arms, and she looked up at me and frowned slightly.

“How are we going to handle this at work?”

“Handle what?”

“Us.”

That meant there was an ‘us’, and I couldn’t help smiling. It was only a little over twelve hours since we’d first made love, less than an hour since I’d asked her to stay, and already she was thinking beyond the weekend. She was looking to a future… with me.

“That depends. Do you want everyone to know, or would you rather we kept it to ourselves?”

“Would you mind if we kept it to ourselves? We’ve only got another five weeks of recordings.”

I came down from my high with a bump. “What are we going to do after those five weeks?”

Her frown deepened, and she tipped her head. “Do we have to ‘do’ anything? I mean, the studio has the option to renew our contracts for another season, but that doesn’t affect us, does it?” She’d said it again. It was just two letters, but when put together as a word, they meant everything. “We can still keep seeing each other, and if there is a second season, we can decide if we want everyone to know about us then, can’t we?”

I don’t think I’ve ever felt as happy as I did at that moment. “Of course we can,” I said, holding her tighter.

“So, can we keep things to ourselves… just for now?”

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