Page 36 of She Devil
‘Oh fuck, Jamie, yes. That feels so good. Don’t stop!’ she pants, her eyes screwed tightly shut.
And I love the sound of my name on her lips.
Love it.
Barely a moment later, she bucks and twists her hips, her hands screwing the sheet into balls at her sides and lets out a long, low scream of pleasure, completely lost to the orgasm I’m giving her.
Because that’s exactly what’s happening here. I’m giving this to her. I’m totally in control of her pleasure.
And I really fucking like that.
It takes a few moments for her to come round from her private world of gratification, but when she finally opens her eyes I can see her mind has been blown.
‘Wow...’ She groans. ‘That was intense.’
I can’t stop the smile that’s pulling at my mouth.
I gently draw the dildo out of her and discard it onto the floor beside the bed.
‘I feel like I should return the favour,’ she says, propping herself up on her elbows, a seductive, hazy look in her eyes. ‘I hate to think this was all going to be one-sided. It’s not my style to be selfish in bed.’
My body heats with interest, my already hard cock bobbing against my stomach as I think about all the things she could do to pay me back. One thing in particular springs to mind. But before I can even voice it she rolls onto her side then gets onto her knees and crawls towards me, lowering her head in readiness to take my cock into her mouth. And it’s as though my ultimate fantasy has come true—the one I’d thought about in the sea. She pokes out her tongue and flicks the end of my cock with it, sending shivers of electric sensation through me.
‘Kneel up,’ she tells me, looking up at me with those beautiful, determined eyes.
I do as she says without a murmur and am immediately rewarded as she takes my dick into her hot, wet mouth, sliding me deep into her throat.
She looks up at me, her expression heated and totally trusting.
And, oh fuck, I’m lost.
April
Now we’ve started having sex, we don’t seem to be able to stop.
It’s bizarre, but I feel as if I’ve been given a shot of some kind of lust drug so that the moment he leaves the room all I can think about is him coming back so I can have him inside me again.
Giving myself over to Jamie was terrifying at first, but then totally exhilarating. Letting him take the lead—something I’ve not allowed any of my sexual partners to do in the last decade—seemed perfectly right.
He’s the first and only man ever to break my tightly held control.
I’ve never wanted anyone like this before, not even Jamie when we were together. Perhaps it’s the knowledge that we have finite time together that’s driving it. Whatever it is, it’s making me think about sex in a whole new way. And I’ve decided, to hell with it. I’m just going to go with it for now. It’s not as if I don’t deserve to have some fun. The last ten years have been spent doing the right thing and, while I’m here on Jamie’s secluded private island away from real life, I’ve decided I’m going to do the wrong thing.
Just this once.
I’m going to be the woman I can’t be anywhere else.
So we have sex. A lot of it. For the rest of the day and most of the night.
In the morning I wake up to find him lying next to me, having fallen asleep after our sex marathon, finally sated and exhausted. But somehow I still seem to be able to find the energy to have his cock inside me again as soon as he wakes up and rolls over, discovering me there next to him.
I beg a little time on my own after that, needing it in order to get my head together and do some kind of exercise that doesn’t involve my vagina.
Normally, I go to the gym for an hour every day before work and do yoga for half an hour in the evenings, but just a short blast in Jamie’s gym is sufficient to satisfy my exercise needs today.
Funnily enough, I’ve found it easier than I thought I would to refrain from checking my phone for news of work all the time. It seems the sky hasn’t fallen in without me, which is heartening. It makes me determined to take more holiday in the future than I’ve allowed myself in recent years.
Later he finds me in the library, curled up on his red leather Chesterfield sofa, reading a science fiction novel that had caught my interest.
