A Twist of Fate (30 page)

The sun was still scorching, the waves still lapping. My back rubbing was continuing for longer than necessary. The cream must have been absorbed by now. In fact, it had probably sunk through to my abdomen at the rate he was going, but he continued for some time. I didn't stop him.

At last, when his wrist must have started to ache, he finished. ‘There you go. All done.'

‘Thank you,' I murmured. ‘You're very good at that. You should charge for it.'

‘Aye, well … if it has this effect on me every time I'd best not.'

‘What effect?'

‘Can't stand up.'

‘Why not?'

‘Hard as nails. Jesus, I want you again.'

I sniggered and opened one eye. Sure enough, his shorts were tented out. Paul was sitting hunched over with this hands clasped before him, not stressed this time, just trying to hide his prominent erection.

‘It's only been an hour since last time,' I said.

‘Yeah well … tell that to Mr Stiffy here.'

‘Mr Stiffy?' I guffawed.

‘Him and me are very well acquainted, especially now that you're around. He's very demanding.'

I turned over at last and smirked at him. ‘Well then, we'd better go and give Mr Stiffy some attention.'

I stood up, pressing my half-naked body against him as he got up with me. The prim woman across from us, who looked like she was permanently sucking on lemons, tutted loudly. I'd already incurred her indignation by indulging in topless sunbathing. The sight of me pressing my topless self against Paul's topless self was clearly too much. I quirked my eyebrows at him and together, with me helping to mask the obvious swelling at his groin, we hurried to our beachfront room.

Paul's hands were on me as soon as the door was shut. I was too swift for him and dropped to my knees. I tugged down his shorts and he stepped out of them. His cock reared up, almost whacking me in the face in its enthusiasm.

‘If it's all the same to you, I think we'll drop the Mr Stiffy thing now,' I said. ‘I just prefer hard cock.'

Paul was panting. A glistening little dewdrop formed on the top. ‘I don't give a fuck what you call it, just suck.'

I knew better than to be intimidated by his demands. Our sexual respect for each other had led us to explore and give in ways neither of us would have dared before.

Gone were my misgivings, gone was my doubt. I trusted him, completely and entirely, and I would let him give my body what it needed, beyond what it even realised. I was open to him. He awakened feelings I never knew I was capable of.

I opened my mouth now, slowly, maintaining eye contact. He reached down to take hold of the base of his cock, but I batted his hands away. ‘Uh-uh. No need for that.'

Paul groaned in frustration but lifted his hands away and placed them behind his head as he leaned back against the door.

I tongued him, gently, just with the tip, slow little licks that teased. Then my tongue dipped to lick around his balls, which I eventually took one at a time into my mouth and sucked, relishing the heaviness of them as they rested on my tongue. More groans. God, I loved him groaning because of me; it was as good as his tongue on my clit.

As I indolently dragged my mouth sideways back up the underside of his shaft, I at last gave him some relief by closing my lips over the head. This time he sighed, a long, protracted exhalation right from his gut.

‘Yes,' he hissed, although it caught in the back of his throat. I glanced up while keeping my lips glued around him like a limpet. His eyes were closed and his head was back, straining his neck and making his Adam's apple jut out sexily. For that, I gave him an extra hard suck with added tongue action. He shuddered in a breath and thought about moving his hands to my head again, I could tell as the right one jerked off his head for an instant. But he sensibly put it back where I wanted it and I rewarded him by sinking down over his length. With Paul I'd honed my deep-throating skills to new levels of eye-watering brilliance. I let loose the full range of my technique now. I manoeuvred my head so that the angle let him sink right back to nudge into my throat. It was a psychological feat as much as anything, the ability to switch off the gag reflex. It could come back at any moment and cause a quick pull away, but my mind-altering desire for Paul's cock overrode it.

‘Jesus, Jesus,' he moaned as I held him there, knowing he'd feel the full tightness of my throat.

When I felt a tear run down my cheek, I knew it was time to give my lungs some respite. I repeated this twice more, until I actually got throat ache. But the hunger for him was still there and my hands now worked for me too. Both of them curled around the base while I sucked in my lips just below the head. I pulled up, then down, then up again, until I developed a steady yet relentless rhythm.

‘Christ, that's it,' he stuttered. ‘Callie, pull off me, fuck, pull off. Want to be inside you, so want to be fucking inside you.'

Reluctantly, but knowing how worth my while it was, I let go of the reverential hold my mouth had on his cock and stood. My lips were chafed and puffed from their work and I gave him a sex-needy grin. He reached over and rubbed his thumb over them, smoothing away the ache and kissing me softly but urgently. We walked backwards together until I fell onto the bed. Taking my legs, Paul then rested them on his shoulders, either side of his head. He sank deep into me with a groan that had me impaled on him as much as his cock.

‘There,' he grunted. ‘Fucking there. God, Callie, have to be inside you all the time, have to fucking live inside you.'

‘Yes, yes,' I murmured, urging him further in.

All those doubts and the hell it had put us both through were vanquished when he was inside me, but now, more than that, they had been wiped out, eradicated. My own stubbornness, my own fear had caused us both anguish, but I'd done it. I'd clung on for us both.

He moved, stronger than ever. Forcing himself deeper and harder, he moaned with each thrust as if trying to push his soul inside me. I reached up to hold his head, keeping his eyes locked with mine.

Oh God, I was going to come hard. How could I not with him? He was so close after my going down on him that he wouldn't last long, but I didn't need him to. My mouth opened, signalling my rising pleasure, and he reached and found my clit at the perfect moment. It was so swollen with need that it took only the merest graze to send me over the edge. As his cock pounded me with sure intent, I came cataclysmically, the orgasm so hard my back buckled and I roared. Paul was muttering something and at first I struggled to hear what. He was still moving in me, but I knew he was coming. His eyes stared but were blind, and he was talking. I detected it at last. My name. He was chanting my name over and over again as he released into me.

And then it was over. But it wasn't. It would never be now. Whereas before I always felt a little pang of loss after climaxing, a little niggle of doubt as to what would happen next, with him it was only good and right. We curled into each other's arms and lay, panting and sated.

Paul drew his arm around me and kissed the top of my head. ‘I love you, Callie.'

‘I love you.'

He held me tight and said, ‘Thank you.'

‘For what? It's you I have to thank.'

‘For saving me.'

I was silent for a while. The irony of his statement was not lost on either of us, but it needed no comment.

I nestled back into him and we lay in blissful silence until it started to grow dark outside.

At about eight o'clock, the need for food and drink asserted itself. Our days were so full of intimacy and sex that we often forgot to eat. I got up and stretched. ‘I could do with a gin.'

‘Me too. Don't forget, gin's one of those things we have in common.'

‘Oh yes. And cats.'

‘And cricket.' He smirked. ‘I'm taking you to Headingley before the end of the summer.'

‘Looking forward to it already,' I laughed, walking to the window to look at the setting sun. Paul came too and we stood, pressed against each other. The view was similar to that from our little beach on the island. I held onto his arms, reminding myself of their strength.

‘And there was the other thing too,' he said.

‘What's that?'

He gave me one of his fantastic wonky grins and said before bending down and kissing me, ‘That other thing we have in common – life.'

And with Paul, I had a feeling mine was going to be rather spectacular.

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