Stones of Fire

48

‘Leave the light on.’

His request, not hers.

Believing sex an act of give and take, she’d wordlessly complied.

The golden glow from the bedside lamp illuminating their every move, they had undressed one another, fingers and hands slightly trembling. Both of them succumbing to a nervous hesitancy. A bashful sort of voyeurism as more and more flesh was revealed. Torso. Breast. Pelvis. Thigh. Until they finally faced one another, completely and disarmingly naked. Edie was acutely aware of her own body. Her breasts brushing against her inner arm. Her puckered nipples. The slight quiver in her knees. It’d been three years since her last lover. She wondered if she measured up.

‘You are lovely.’

Pleased with the compliment, Edie stepped forward. Needing to make contact, she ran her hands over his chest, surprised to discover that he had the lean, tight build of a younger man. Moving closer, she pressed her mouth against the pulse at the base of his throat. Able to feel the blood course through him with each rapid beat of his heart.

He was nervous.

For some strange reason that excited her.

Bending her head, she brushed his nipple with her tongue. Teetering slightly, Cædmon moaned her name, the cultured accent nowhere in evidence. She bit into his pectoral muscle.

‘I just put my mark on you,’ she murmured, tilting her head to one side as she admired her handiwork.

‘Two can play at that game.’ Warning issued, he slid his hand between her legs, possessively cupping her mons. A moment later, he smiled. She was already wet.

Maybe not so nervous after all.

Feeling an insistent nudge against her abdomen, Edie glanced down. For several seconds she stared brazenly. Now who was smiling? With his fully erect penis and ginger curls, he put her in mind of a lusty Viking.

A lusty Viking who liked Beethoven, the strains of a piano concerto drifting across the room from the clock radio. Thinking she needed to introduce Cædmon to R & B, she placed her hands on his shoulders. Taking the lead, she slowly backed him to the divided bed. When the backs of his knees hit a mattress, she shoved him to a seated position. She then straddled his hips.

Caedmon’s hands glided along the tops of her thighs, up the sides of her ribcage, before finally stopping at her breasts. A nipple popped between the V of his fingers. It was a strangely beautiful sight. She was glad they had left the light on.

Intuiting what she wanted, his hands slid back to her waist. His eyes having turned an iridescent shade of blue, he helped her to find the right angle.

‘Ready?’

‘Set, go,’ she replied, wrapping a guiding hand around him.

Taking her time, she seated herself, biting back a yelp as her body stretched and widened. The slow, steady expansion bordered on pain.

‘Lie back on the bed,’ she ordered. A second later, her hands on his chest, she started to move. Gripping her thighs, Cædmon groaned, the guttural sound competing with the strident piano chords in the background.

Edie clenched her muscles. Then released. The movement merited another groan. Cædmon’s grip tightened. Go faster.

Heeding the silent request, she picked up the pace, her buttocks slamming against his crotch with each downward stroke. She started to pant, sight and sound coalescing into a synchronized blur. Bouncing breasts. Bunched muscles. Pulsating veins on the backs of his hands. All of it accompanied by a frenzied piano crescendo.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders. The achy fullness between her legs tightened.

Until…

She came. Quickly. Powerfully. Cædmon held her gaze, silently pleading with her to keep moving. Reaching behind her, she touched him. Then watched as he shuddered, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

The crisis passed, Edie fell forward, crash-landing on his torso. Tears in her eyes, she struggled to catch her breath. Her damp cheek nestled against his, she laughed softly.

‘I don’t know about you, but I now have a whole new appreciation for classical music.’