He couldn’t stand any more of it. He was afraid he was going to come in her mouth — and that would be sure to put her off on her very first time. He hauled himself off her, turned around and lay on the bed beside her. She looked dreamy, eyes half closed, in another world.
‘Do it to me, do it to me now, oh please, oh please.’
Those same words, that same husky voice, two years on. He rolled over on top of her, held himself up on one arm and reached with his other hand to guide himself into her. She was there before him, her hands around him, steering him into her. Incredible. Her legs were bent up around him. She was ready. Gently, gently, firmly, firmly, he pushed himself slowly into her until the whole length of him was inside. Then he started to move. He saw the surprise flicker fleetingly in her eyes, then the lust darken her pupils. Suddenly she was moving with him, as if she had done this all her life. It had not hurt her at all. She had indeed been ready.
She heaved and rolled and tossed beneath him like a wave in the ocean on a wild stormy day. It was too much. He came like a steam engine, shooting into her deep sweetness. He had never felt such ecstasy. Such fulfilment. All his life he had been violently searching for this kind of satisfaction. Yet here was the satisfaction without violence at all. He rolled off her, breathing like a marathon runner, and felt a wonderful peace enveloping him. He thought he could sleep for a month, float away on a cloud of joy. But he wouldn’t let himself do that. He wanted to take her to the heights of orgasm, to make her fly. He realised that he had never before given a damn whether any woman he was with came or not, but this was different. This was really different.
‘I’m sorry it was so quick,’ he whispered to her. ‘The second time I’ll last for ever, I promise. I want to make you come and come. You are going to have amazing orgasms, I just know it.’
She was lying beside him, panting still. Smiling. Eager for anything that might come next. He stretched out a hand and began to play with her.
‘You are something else,’ he said.
Her smile broadened. Then she threw back her head against the pillows and went for it, using her fingers. Just watching her made him hard again very fast. This time he would have the control to give her even greater pleasure. He lowered himself carefully on top of her again, and very gently eased the length of him into her. He thought he was bigger than he had ever been, but she didn’t seem to mind. Mind? She loved it.
When he was completely inside and he knew she was comfortable with him in there, he started to move, to really move. He could feel her muscles opening and closing around him all the time as he sucked and stroked her breasts. After a while he rolled her over on top of him. He reached behind and played with her there with his fingers. Teasing, tantalising the glands she had not known existed. She loved that too. She was off in a trance. He kept thinking she was going to come at any moment, but he knew that she hadn’t quite made it.
He lay beneath her, thanking God that he could always last so long the second time. Then he lifted her off him and bent her over the edge of the bed. He wanted her in every possible way, and he knew she wanted that too. She was strong and athletic, not a compliant cell in her body. At one point, face down and flat on the bed, she had somehow managed to lift her legs and wrap them around him backwards, making him go even deeper inside her. Then she reached back with her arms, stretching behind him, and probed and pushed and stroked with her long fingers. She must be double-bloody-jointed, he thought desperately as he was finally unable to last any longer. His second orgasm was better even than the first. Deep deep satisfaction once more. Oh yes, this was what he had been looking for. If only he had found her before. And if only he could make her come. God, he wanted her to come.
He lifted her up the bed and rested her head on the pillows. Then he cuddled her. He had never bothered to do that to anyone before, either.
‘That was the best ever,’ he told her.
‘I bet you say that to all the girls,’ she replied.
‘No,’ he said truthfully. He looked at her glistening with sweat, still panting. ‘God I want to give you an orgasm.’
‘Well maybe I’ve had one,’ she replied. ‘I don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like.’
He laughed and shook his head.
‘No. You’ll know when it happens. And it’s going to be a sensation. I’m sure of that. Shall I try one more time?’
She smiled invitingly. This time he went down on her again. Irene had always come so obligingly quickly when he did that. But not this one. He sucked her for ever. He wouldn’t let her suck him. He wanted her to concentrate on herself. She did. Giving in totally to all the lovely softness, the wet warmth of it. She was so close all the time, he knew that. But he couldn’t quite send her over the edge.
Eventually she had to go home and he still hadn’t brought her to orgasm.
‘It was good for you, wasn’t it?’ he asked anxiously.
God, he had never given a damn before. Then he asked her if she could get away the next evening and be with him; he would make her come then definitely. She just smiled.
The police called the next morning and asked Mark to go to the station again, for the third and final time. Several different officers went over every word of his statement, asking him the same questions repeatedly. Again and again they made him tell them what had happened, with Johnny, with Irene, checking and double-checking every fact. Always he gave the same answers he had on the previous occasions. All that he said made sense. Every so often they left him alone in the interview room, except for a constable standing silently just inside the door. And every time he was left alone he found himself thinking about Jenny. In fact, apart from his actual sessions with the police, and in spite of all that was going on, and all his unease and his fears, he spent most of the twenty-four hours before he would be with her again thinking about her.
By the time she arrived at his flat the next evening, he had all kinds of plans for her. They melted into each other’s arms as she stepped through the door.
‘God I want you,’ he muttered.
‘Me too,’ she said eagerly.
No game playing with this one. Pure lust, pure sex, pure need. He undressed her slowly and carefully and, when she stood naked before him, led her into the bedroom. There was a big white towel on the bed. She looked at him with just a hint of alarm in her eyes. He whispered reassurance. Obediently she lay down as he instructed and waited for him. He could smell her already. He stripped to his underpants. His erection had started as soon as he heard her knock on the door, but he was trying not to think about it. He reached for the baby oil he had put on the bedside table.
For the rest of the afternoon, Mark used all the imaginative tricks he had ever learned to bring Jenny Stone to the heights of her considerable sexuality. She purred with pleasure, like a great big sexy kitten. A wild cat kitten, he thought, a puma, a panther. He used his fingers and his tongue and the touch of his body, feather-light and tantalising, but he would not enter her until she begged him to. Not until she seemed almost unconscious with pleasure, crying out again and again for him to fuck her, did he eventually do so.
And even his extraordinary sexual energy was waning by the time he finally saw her face change and knew what was beginning to happen to her.
Watching her writhing beneath him, listening to her animal cries, experiencing her contractions so acutely it was almost painful — he had known she was going to be wild, yes he had always known that, but Mark had not imagined anything like this. The feeling for him was sensational. Now he could let go at last, now he could think about his own pleasure. He relaxed his tense muscles and in one final, nerve-rending thrust he was coming too, coming with her, shouting his joy as loudly as she was screaming hers. In the last throes of her passion she kicked out so hard and with such strength that she smashed a hole in the sloping ceiling at one side of his bed and severely stubbed her toe.