He leaned back in his position on the bolster and looked at me some more, his elbows propping up his big body, legs stretched out in front of him, ankles crossed.  He seemed in no hurry to rush me, but content to savor something he’d wanted for a long time.

I gave him as much time as he wanted, content to wait for the next request.

“Turn around, and look out at the view,” he said on a breath.

I did it, totally confident in the knowledge that nobody but Neil would see me.  The photographer in him had organized this so there would be no backlighting.  I knew my man well.

I heard the sounds of zippers and belts and clothes coming off.  The thud of shoes and trousers being discarded, the clink of metal, as things were abandoned to wherever they happened to fall.

“Move your legs apart and put your palms forward on the frame of the glass.”

A shiver rolled down my spine as I complied with his request.  I waited for something to happen, becoming more aroused and needy by the second, when suddenly, I sensed him very close, although I’d not heard him moving toward me.

I could smell the spiced, clean scent of him, and I heard a long, controlled breath being released along my back.

Then…his tongue took a long, wide lick forward up the seam of my pussy.

I shouted through the contact, unable to muffle the cries of extreme pleasure as he devoured my sex with his mouth.  I arched back to give him better access and gripped the window frame to keep myself upright.

He was relentless with his mouth.  And his fingers—gripped my hips firmly, kneaded the flesh, and held me apart so he could continue to fuck me with his tongue, until he knew I was climaxing.  Oh yes, he would know when it happened.  His lips would feel me, and his tongue would taste me.  Any second it would happen…

So when he pulled away, I nearly fell down to the floor and wept.

I must have made sounds of protest, because he growled at my ear, “I know, beautiful girl…I know.”

Then his cock took the place where his tongue had just been.

We both shouted together as his enormous length burrowed all the way in, bumping the wall of my cervix with a sharp luxurious sting.

“I love you so much…” he moaned at my shoulder as he reared back.  And then he powered forward violently.  The pace was wicked, the thrusting fierce, the pleasure intense, as he found his rhythm with me.  I floated away to a place where thinking was not possible, nor important.  We both knew where we were and what we were doing.

It was finally right.

So very right…when Neil fucked me against the panoramic window of his flat, that looked out upon the city of London, in all her nighttime glory…  So very right…when Neil claimed me for the second time in our lives.

* * *

He brushed his hand up and down my hip absently as if he didn’t want me to forget he was there.

As if I could ever forget when he was touching me. 

We were now spooning on our sides in front of the window, snuggled into the thick fur rug on the floor.  The rug was so decadently soft, and although I appreciated its cushioning from the hard floor, I didn’t need its warmth.  I had my man right up against me to keep me warm.  My body was burning with heat anyway, from what we’d just done together, and continued simmering for a good long while.  I didn’t feel like I could ever be cold again.

“Thank you,” he whispered at the edge of my shoulder, pressing his lips there before moving them on to the next spot, little soft kisses on my skin in a trail up my shoulder to my neck.

“My pleasure,” I purred.

“Yours and mine,” he said.

“I’ve still not gotten a tour of your flat yet, you know.”

“You’ve seen the only part that’s ever really mattered to me though.”

“The window was that special to you, Neil?”

“Yes.”

He was quiet for a moment and then he said, “You don’t really need a tour anyway.”

“Why don’t I?”

“Because this is your home now.  You live here.”

I stiffened in shock. “I don’t remember being asked such a thing.”

He rolled me onto my back and leaned over me, his hand coming up to hold one side of my face.  “Cherry, will you live here with me?  Make this your home?  With me?”

His chocolate eyes glittered down at me, his thumb brushing back and forth over my cheekbone.  The love in his eyes answered every question I needed answering.  I knew he loved me, as I loved him.  I didn’t really need him to ask me, because I knew I was home.  Home was Neil.  I wasn’t the young girl he’d loved before though.  Long years had changed us both, but my answer was really, very easy, and simple.

“I love you…so yes,” I answered him with a kiss to those precious lips of his that knew how to love me so well.

Neil got up first, and then bent down to pick me up from the rug, kissing me sweetly, as soon as he was on his feet.  He smiled at me and then he started walking, carrying me off somewhere, down the hallway of my new home.

I didn’t care where, and could only imagine his intent was to show me the bedroom where I would be sleeping from that point on.

24

“Just like my brother to be out of the country when there’s work to be done.”  Elaina was checking her text messages as I drove us to her mum’s.  “This is what he sent me: ‘Sorry sis, off to Paris.  Big clients with deep wallets have me shouting Vive la France!  Scotty can do without my help just fine.  He’s bigger and stronger than me. –Ian.’”  She scoffed at her mobile in disgust.  “What an arse.”

“But think about if he did help move you into my flat how we wouldn’t be able to get rid of him after.  He’d stay for hours and hours, drinking all my Guinness and expecting us to feed him.”

“That’s a very good point, Captain.”  She turned in the seat to face me as I drove, a frown marring the smoothness of her brow.

“What are you thinking about, Cherry Girl?  I see those cogs in your pretty head churning something fierce.”

“Well you should be keeping your eyes on the road and not the cogs in my head,” she retorted in that sassy way that made me want to do really filthy things, involving her pouty lips and my cock.

“You can tell me whatever it is, you know.”  I reached a hand over and found one of hers.  “It’s in my new job description.  All part of being your man.”

She pulled my hand up to her soft sweet lips and kissed my palm.  “It’s Mum.  She’s been drinking more in the last few days and I’m worried about why.”

“Yeah, I noticed.  And you think it’s because you’re moving out of her house?”

She shook her head.  “Don’t think so.  I was away for years and she lived alone.  I’ve only been back for a short while so she couldn’t have gotten that dependent upon me in just a few weeks.  Besides, her whole point of leading me back to London was to get us back together.  She wants this for us.  Why would it send her down now that her wish has happened?”

“I don’t know.  And you’re right, it doesn’t really make sense.”  Caroline Morrison’s strength and devotion to me had sustained me for many years.  Her love and support had never been questioned.  In my head she took over the role of mother that my gran had previously held.  There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her if she needed me.  “Let’s try to get her to come to the flat with us today.  She can see where we’re living with her own eyes and know she’s wanted, and welcome to visit any time she likes.  I’ll take you both to dinner after we get your things sorted and maybe we can do some detective tag teaming, and pull it out of her.”