Bloody Awful. Georgia Evans

won’t!” Just in case he didn’t quite get the message, she wrapped her arms around his neck and this time, she kissed him. Pressing her lips on his as she opened her mouth. He hesitated, maybe one sixteenth of a second, before he warmed to her kiss, taking her mouth as his tongue found hers and she let out a little sigh of utter pleasure as he pulled her close.

      When they came up for air, she took a deep breath and grinned at him. “Oh, Andrew!”

      “You are utterly wonderful,” he replied, stroking the hair off her face. “Wonderful.”

      She kissed his chin, his lower lip and his mouth, needing, wanting more. Much more.

      Seemed Andrew was of the same mind. He kissed back, deepening it, caressing her tongue with his, holding her close. His hands, stroking her back and shoulders, were cold but she felt warmth anyway. Heat, need and lust poured through her in a wild spate of desire. His hands slipped the straps of her petticoat off her shoulders. He paused a moment or two as he looked at her breasts. Then, with a smile curling his mouth, he stroked his hands over her breasts. She couldn’t hold back the groan as her nipples went hard.

      His touch ignited something wild inside her—a rush of wanting that sent her mind into a spin. Her petticoat, bunched around her waist, was in the way. She wanted him skin to skin. She wanted him inside her. She wanted him as close as man and woman could be. She wriggled her hips, taking her hands off him to ease down the crumpled silk and kick it away.

      He helped her.

      Burrowing under the covers, he stroked her belly and thighs and the cluster of now-damp curls between her legs. Gloria rolled on her side, pressing herself against him, running her foot up and down his leg, feeling his erection against her.

      That damn underwear had to go.

      “Take these off!” Her hands tugged at the elastic and he obliged with a bit of shifting and wiggling of his own. Tossing the underwear across the room was a bit flamboyant but who’d complain? It just added to the moment.

      The real moment came when she stroked the side of his impressively hard cock. Dear heaven, he was so erect. She slipped under the bedclothes, glad he’d left the light on. What she would have missed if they were in the dark!

      As she caressed him, he stroked her breasts, then found his way back between her legs, arousing her until she moaned and rocked her hips.

      This was wild and wonderful but…“Andrew, I want you!”

      “Love, we should make this last.”

      “Why? Next time can be slow! Not now!”

      She didn’t understand the urgency, the raging need, but wasn’t about to fight it. She wanted him. “Now.”

      “Hang on a tick, Gloria. Better get a French letter.”

      He’d brought them with him? He planned this? So what? Darn good thing he had as she hadn’t. The bed cooled fast without him but he was back in seconds, the paper envelope already open.

      “Won’t be long.”

      She pulled back the blankets to watch as he rolled the pale rubber over his erection. She was tempted to offer help. Next time.

      He was ready.

      So was she.

      She put her leg over his thigh and rubbed her body against his. His hands cupped her breasts, holding them steady. He bent his head and kissed her left breast. She thought she’d leave the bed. Her hips and chest did as she arched her back to bring her breast closer to him. When he lifted his mouth her peaked nipple hardened even more in the chill air. As she caught her breath, or at least tried to, he went for her right breast, stroking with his tongue as his hand played the other one.

      Her hands went wild, stroking his back, his hips, his bottom. She ran kisses over his chest and shoulders as she grasped his hips to pull him closer.

      He rolled her on her back, settling between her legs. There was no longer any chill in the room. Just wild heat stirred by sexual need. His erection stroked between her vulva as he rocked his hips against her.

      Stroking was nowhere near enough. Not now. She spread her legs wide, moving the wretched cast to one side and bending her good leg so her foot was flat on the bed to angle her hips toward him.

      He understood her need completely. Pausing only to open her gently and ease inside her. “You are so wet,” he said, “wet for me.”

      And he was making her wetter by the second. As he stroked her nub, her hips rocked instinctively, her body responding to his need. He shifted so his cock was right between her lower lips. He rocked, and she felt sweet pressure against her opening. She arched toward him and he was inside.

      She cried out. It was too much. It was wonderful. It was perfect. He filled her. Stretched her. Mounted her. She was gasping, panting, her body arching to bring him deeper, her hips rocking in her need.

      “Ready, love?” he asked.

      Ready? She was so far beyond ready, she didn’t think there was a word for it. “Please, Andrew. Please!”

      He began to move, back and forth in a certain, steady rhythm as passion built between them. She kissed his shoulder and tasted sweat. She nipped his skin, holding on with lips and teeth as he increased the pace, until he was driving her hard and wonderfully. Wild sensations burgeoned, possessing her brain, filling her spirit. Need and pleasure roared in her mind. She was letting out cries, gasps and whimpers as her climax grew, peaked and burst in a wild cascade of pleasure and a great cry of happiness. He continued, driving her higher until he came with a wild whoop of satisfaction and collapsed on her.

      He made to move. But she grabbed hard and held him close. Not wanting him to leave her, wanting to feel his cock between her legs forever, until dawn and beyond.

      “I’m too heavy,” he said. “I’ll squash you.”

      She laughed. “I want to feel you inside. I like being squashed.”

      He lay on her, taking some of his weight on his arms, but they were skin to skin. Hot and sweaty. What better way to spend a cold October night? She couldn’t help the groan of disappointment as he softened inside her and withdrew.

      “You are utterly and totally wonderful, Gloria,” he said and kissed her.

      “Wonderful yourself, Andrew. My love.”

      She was vaguely aware of him shifting and sitting up. He must have disposed of the French letter. Didn’t take him long. He was back, his arms around her. She snuggled close, and shut her eyes.

      Whatever tumult and trouble awaited outside this haven of a room, for this moment in time, they were both at utter peace.