Once she was no more than a spent force, twitching on the brown leather, he unbuttoned his shirt and took out a condom. “Let’s find out why they call this the horizontal tango.”
He took her firmly but gently, seating his thick length inside her with consideration of her tight confines, then keeping the speed slow and sensual. She trembled beneath the intensity of the contact, feeling that a missing puzzle piece had slotted into place within her.
“Follow my lead,” he murmured, just as he had when dancing.
She wondered at his self-control. After everything they had done that night, he must have been bursting for this fuck. Yet he played her like a delicate instrument, giving her time to enjoy the feel of him on top of her, inside her, stretching her outwards, filling her up. However much he gave her, she still wanted more, she wanted him to inhabit her entire body. She flung her arms wide above her head, giving him carte blanche to do whatever he wanted to her.
“I want you to fuck me forever.” She circled her hips while he performed his slow in-out motion, angling herself so that he rubbed past every one of her favourite inner spots on the journey.
The slow build was almost too intense to bear. She was shaking soon, grabbing his head and locking her fingers in his tumble of dark hair, trying to keep herself from falling into erotic madness. All her senses combined to catch her up and whirl her around inside their inescapable helix. The sight of his chest rising and falling on hers, the sound of his breathing, hot and harsh, the smell of her juices mixed with the rubbery tang of the condom, the taste of his salt-sweet skin, the feel of him everywhere…this was her world, her prison, her heaven.
The constant pressure on her G-spot had its inevitable effect and she began to cry out, her fingers opening and closing manically in his hair. He thrust harder, faster, working her through the orgasm, having no mercy until he bore down on her with an animal roar, pouring into her, their slippery skins slapping together and then subsiding, spent on the sticky leather together.
“You know what?” he muttered heavily into Tilly’s ear while her chest heaved under his. “I’m so glad I’m not Norman.”
“Oh God, so am I.”
They must have dozed off on the sofa, because about an hour later Tilly jerked awake, dislodging Calum’s face from her bare breast so that he spluttered and opened his eyes.
“Hello, gorgeous,” he drawled, before looking about. “Time is it?”
“I don’t know. About elevenish? Maybe later?”
“You’re a terrible hostess. You haven’t even offered me a cup of tea.”
“You genius. Tea is exactly what I need right now. Tea and getting this bloody dress and these evil shoes off.”
She dragged herself off the sofa and visited the bathroom, bedroom and kitchen in turn. When she came back into the living room with a tea tray and a packet of biscuits, Calum was kneeling by her TV cabinet, scanning her DVD collection.
“This is what detectives watch, is it?” he asked lightly, running a finger along the spines. “Period dramas and Frasier. I bet you get a lot of professional tips from these.”
“Oh, stop it. I know you think my job’s a bit of a joke. But I have to pay the rent.”
Tilly set the tray down on the coffee table and began to pour the tea.
Calum came over to sit beside her, putting an arm around her and kissing her apologetically. “Sorry. Thanks for the tea.” He picked it up and took a swallow. “I used to smoke after sex. Tea isn’t quite the same.”
“When did you give up?”
“Smoking or sex?”
She snuffled with amusement. “Either. Both.”
“Smoking, two years ago. Sex, about the same. Though I seem to have fallen off the wagon rather spectacularly.”
“Two years? Wow. No wonder you were starving, so to speak.”
“Yes, you were manna in my desert.”
“But why would a man who looks like you…who is like you…go without sex?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t click with anyone. There were women who were interested, but none of them were quite right. I’m fussy, you see.”
“I’m flattered.” She was. Tilly glowed and took a victorious sip of her tea.
“When I teach tango, I dance with lots of women. I’ve never found one that fitted me before. But as soon as I got you in my grip, I thought, Hello.”
She laughed. “But I can’t dance to save my life!”