Page 44 of Possession Under the Southern Stars

And so continues the most erotic experience of my life. The man has amazing stamina, and apparently possesses a desire to take me in every position known to man. I find myself on my front, my back, my side, across the bed, and on all fours. By the time I’m finally on my back again, I’m panting, sweating, and exhausted, just as he promised.

“I can’t hold on much longer,” he says, sinking into me. “I’m sorry.”

That just makes me laugh. “Oh my God, Fraser.”

“I want to go on all night.” He groans, thrusting slowly. “But you’re so swollen and wet.”

“Jesus.”

“Argh, it’s agony… you’re torturing me…”

I feel a flush of pleasure at the thought that he’s enjoying this as much as I am. “Come for me,” I say, wrapping my arms around him.

“You first.” He moves up an inch, pressing his hips down, and to my alarm I realize he’s grinding right on the most sensitive place on my entire body.

“Oh, not again.”

“I love it,” he says, “I love watching you and knowing it was all down to me.”

“Ahhh… I can’t… I’ll explode…”

“One more. You can do it.”

I bite my bottom lip. By this point, I’ve lost all my self-consciousness, all my restraint. I drop my thighs wide and let him take me right to the edge, and then I cry out his name as ecstasy takes me again, fast and hard, just as strong as the first time, oh my God I’m going to die from all this pleasure, and I’m so hot… I’m going to self-combust… aaahhh…

He thrusts hard, and then he shudders and stills, and I pry my eyes open to watch him finally come with me. Mmm, he’s magnificent, his muscles hardening as he stiffens, his brow furrowing, his lips parting with a groan, and I stare up at him with wonder and adoration at the thought that I’ve given him pleasure, too.

Oh holy heck, how on earth am I going to say goodbye to this when we go back to Wellington? How can things possibly return to normal when I know how amazing he makes me feel?

Chapter Eleven

Fraser

Hallie and I lie in the semi-darkness, looking at each other. I’m still inside her, and our chests heave with our rapid breaths as our heartbeats struggle to return to normal.

Her eyes glitter in the moonlight. “Is it always like that?” she whispers.

No other woman, not Ginger, not any of the girls I’ve been with, have made me feel the way Hallie just did. But even as I go to reply that no, it’s not always like that, I know I can’t say the words.

The passion that overwhelmed me dissipates like early morning mist, and the realization of what we’ve done settles on me, thick and heavy as a weighted blanket.

I withdraw from her, angrily dispose of the condom, then move away and sit on the edge of the bed. I lean forward, elbows on my knees, and bury my hands in my hair.

Fuuuuuuck.

I’ve slept with a work colleague, which was exactly what Whina Cooper told me not to do. But that’s not actually the problem. The issue is that it wasn’t just any colleague. It was Hallie, and I really like her, and now I’m going to have to go back to Wellington, and see her every day, and eventually watch her dating someone else. And it’s going to be torture, because all I’ll be able to think about is how it felt to be inside her, and to watch her come, knowing that I was the one to give her pleasure.

Holyshit. I’msuchan idiot.

Hallie’s quiet for a moment. I don’t move, furious with myself, and filled with despair.

Then I feel her shift on the bed. Bringing the duvet with her, pulling it up over her breasts, she sits beside me.

“Fraser?” she says. “It’s okay.”

I rest my lips on my clasped hands. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

She rests her hand on my back. I flinch, and she lowers her hand to the bed.

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