Third Time Lucky by Pippa Croft

sits on the edge of bed with his jeans around his thighs. I kneel at his feet and whip off his shoes. I hesitate briefly, when I slip off his dark silk socks and see the bruised and blistered feet. They are a testament to the action he’s seen recently, and the sight and implication of it both horrifies me and turns me on.
    I stand up again, transferring my attention to higher up his body.
    Wow.
    ‘I can see you’ve missed me,’ I say. ‘Hold that thought and lie there.’
    Swiftly, I pull my top over my head and take off my jeans so that I’m left in only my underwear.
    ‘New?’His hungry gaze seems to curl sensuously around my body, making goosebumps pop out on my exposed skin. Agent Provocateur is not my usual brand and this black set was an impulse purchase that’s way racier than the rest of my lingerie.
    ‘Yes, new – you like? I decided to treat myself after I’d finished the first draft of my essay. I’ve been working while you’ve been idling away in your bed, you know,’ I tease.
    ‘Top marks. Do I get to see you take it off?’
    Reaching behind me, I unhook the back of the bra and let it slither down my arms and on to the floor. As the cool air hits my bared breasts, my nipples pucker. Three weeks of Alexander abstinence suddenly seems like an age.
    Alexander stares at me with an intensity that scares me. ‘You will be the death of me one day, Lauren.’
    His words and his expression hit me like a sucker punch. ‘No one ever died of lust,’ I say lightly.
    ‘Are you sure?’
    Judging by his erection, I have to admit he may explode soon, but I’m having way too much fun and I’m going to make him suffer before I put him out of his misery. Slowly, I slide the lacy thong over my hips and down my thighs.
    He shifts his pelvis, unable to keep still. ‘I can’t stand much more of this, Lauren.’
    ‘Patience, Captain Hunt.’
    ‘I’m out of patience.’ His voice softens. ‘
Please
.’
    Iclimb on to the bed next to him and straddle him.
    ‘I think I may be in heaven,’ he murmurs.
    I lean forward and whisper, ‘I very much doubt heaven would let you in right now …’
    The hair on his outer thighs tickles the soft skin of my inner thighs and my muscles have to stretch wide to accommodate him. He reaches up with his good arm and rests it on my waist. Slick with arousal, I ease myself on to him and he lifts his hips to push deeper inside me. Sinking on to him, becoming part of him, feels so good, so natural that I scare myself.
    I flatten my palms either side of my thighs and brace myself as he thumbs me with the lightest of touches, shooting tremors of pleasure right through my core. I love the tension, the tautening of his muscles and mine, the melding of our bodies.
    He massages me with feather-light strokes, until I’m tangling the bedcover in my fingers and rocking back and forth on him. I didn’t think he could grow any bigger or harder but he’s stretched me a little more until I’m speared deliciously on his full length. He raises his pelvis higher off the bed and deeper into me, while he circles my swollen, tender nub with his finger until the first waves of sensation start to pulse through my body.
    Wriggling and writhing, I want to draw him even deeper into me while my orgasm rockets through me. His fingers dig into my bottom and when I open my eyes, his are shut and his face is contorted with the pleasurable agony of his climax before he pulses insideme. I lean back and let another wave of sensation ripple through me, and another, and again … I never want this to end. I want things to stay like this for ever, in this perfect moment of pure uncomplicated pleasure.
    A while later, I’m lying by Alexander’s side, still naked, with him still minus his trousers.
    Idly, I walk my fingers along his chest. ‘You OK?’
    ‘Sore. I thought I was OK while I was, shall we say, distracted. But I’m paying the price now.’ He pauses. ‘Maybe the only solution is to do it