Open Heart by Marysol James

the familiar jolt of pleasure. She arched her back, moved it deeper. Deeper still. He lifted his head and she knew he was watching her now.
    She opened her eyes as she pushed the vibrator inside her, as far as it could go. She saw the lust and heat in his eyes as he watched her fuck herself, plunging the dildo with two hands, shuddering as the clenching started inside.
    Eric was more turned on than he ever thought possible. His hand went to his cock and she gasped at the sight of his huge hand closing in to a fist. He stroked his length, up and down, his other hand busy between her legs, pressing on her swollen clit.
    Her plunging got stronger and faster now. Far too soon, her climax began and she screamed her release, her whole body shaking next to his. He turned on his side and kissed her, then laid his forehead on hers. His thumb pressed on her nub mercilessly, his hand moved on his cock and when she stiffened and came, his own orgasm began. His seed shot out of him and he ground against her hip, loving her cries and quaking even if he wasn’t inside her.
    Breathing hard, Annabeth gently pulled the vibrator out, moaning as it slid over her throbbing clit. Eric gathered her close, pressed her head on to his shoulder. They lay dazed and sweetly exhausted.
    She recovered the power of speech first.
    “I never even thought of having anybody watch me do that.”
    “You should. That was the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Yeah.”
    “I liked watching you too.”
    They kissed, gently.
    “How about a shower?” Eric said.
    “Hmmm, yes. I’m all sticky.” She smiled. “Everywhere.”
    He saw his seed still glistening wet on the curve of her hip. “Did you mind?”
    “Oh, no. I thought it was the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
    He stood up and offered her his hand. “Let’s shower together?”
    “Yes. Absolutely.”
    **
    It was three hours later that Annabeth fell in to a deep, sated sleep.
    Eric held her, watching her face. Their shower had ended with him going down on her in the hot spray of water, and then they went back to bed. They made love twice more before her eyelids fluttered shut and her breathing grew calm and steady.
    He had time to think now, and he was thinking that he was going to find it damn near impossible to let her go in the morning. But this could never be about anything more than just one night – anything more, and he’d have to tell her the truth. There was no way he could do that, though. It would hurt her terribly, and she’d never want to see him again. He’d lose her anyway.
    No. No, you agreed to just one night. You give her what she needs to get through this awful night, and then you let her go on her way. This was never, ever supposed to happen… it ends in a few hours and then it will be one of the sweetest, most amazing memories of your life.
    He glanced at the clock. It was almost two o’clock in the morning now. A wave of exhaustion washed over him and he pulled her closer, smiling when she snuggled in to his side. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Slept.

Chapter Five
     
    When Annabeth woke up early the next afternoon, she smelled coffee and heard movement in the kitchen. She blinked in the bright sunlight, wondering how long Eric had been up.
    It occurred to her that she hadn’t taken a sleeping pill the night before, and this shocked her. For the past three years, she had only ever had a full night’s sleep with the help of drugs. But last night, she had just fallen asleep and slept well – no nightmares – and soundly. She felt energized and fresh.
    Alive .
    She crept out of bed and in to the bathroom. Every muscle in her body was loose and tension-free and she smiled at herself in the mirror. She put on her bathrobe and belted it around her waist, then wandered out in to the kitchen.
    Eric turned and saw her, his naked chest broad and gorgeous in the sun. “Good afternoon.”
    “Hi.”
    “Coffee’s ready, so help