already littered with his discarded possessions.
He felt as though he was shoving a beautiful bird of paradise into a bantam coop. But he had no time to fret. The pack, in their last-ditch scramble for their prize money, would be soon on his trail.
‘You have the choice of two ironing boards,’ he said, unbuttoning his heavenly blue shirt.
Abby shoved the beds together.
‘We can make love across them.’
‘A woman of experience.’
‘Only of hotel bedrooms. I toured for four years. They provided French champagne and baskets of fruit but nothing as appealing as-’ the words died on her lips. The fastest undresser in the world, Viking kicked off his shorts with one foot and caught them on his upright cock.
‘That’s awful neat,’ said Abby in admiration.
‘It was a trick of Rodney’s.’
Oh shit, what a time to remind her.
Abby collapsed on the bed, her face crumpling.
‘Perhaps we shouldn’t with Rodney just-’
She gazed up, her eyes huge, enflamed, anguished.
‘Rodney’s ondyng wish,’ Viking crossed his fingers behind his back, ‘was for us to end op together. I expect the old dote’s already installed a two-way mirror in the floor of heaven so he can watch us.’
‘He wanted us to be together? Are you sure?’
‘Quite.’ Ducking Jove’s thunderbolts, Viking peeled off Abby’s orange vest. ‘Jesus, you’re lovely, darling.’ Tipping back the yellow bedside lamp, he lifted one warm gold breast wonderingly, then let it drop.
But, as he unzipped her suede skirt, Abby hung her head, uncharacteristically shy and terrified, the giraffe finally cornered by poachers.
‘You need a tranquillizing dart, my darling,’ Viking stroked her quivering shoulders, talking to her softly. ‘You have no idea how stonning you look, or how beautiful it’s going to be.’
Thank Christ he’d beaten the others to it, the thought of them groping and fumbling her was unbearable. He reckoned that Abby was far too tall often to have been carried by a man, and probably never in a bedroom. So, to make her feel precious and fragile, Viking gathered her up, telling her her mouth was like a dark red rose, before he buried his lips in it, kissing her so passionately and for so long, that it was Abby who pulled away gasping for breath.
Then, with the ecstasy of an art dealer unrolling a previously undiscovered Modigliani, he laid her across the two beds, sliding his hands in wonder over the sleek satiny scented contours.
‘Oh, my beauty.’
‘Am I OK?’ Fazed by the intensity of his gaze, Abby’s hands fluttered to shield her breasts and her pubic hair.
‘
Normally, he would have progressed with infinite slowness, talking her through it, making her so relaxed she glided into her first orgasm almost without realizing it, but he had no time. He could feel her long eyelashes fluttering against his cheek, and then her gasp, as his finger tested her slipperiness.
‘Oh, please say you love me.’
‘I’ve never lossted after anyone so much,’ said Viking diplomatically, as he guided his cock deep inside her, letting it rest for a moment.
‘Isn’t that great?’ he whispered. ‘Lie still, my darling, josst feel what’s happening inside you, now go for it, my angel.’
Viking had had many women, but none had ever wanted him so much, nor made love with such utter conviction and desire to please. With most girls, you made them come, then they made you come. Abby, with a conductor’s ability to do many things at once, could give and take at the same time.
‘L’Appassionata,’ Viking glanced down at her reddening cheeks, her eyes cloudy and drugged with desire, ‘who would have thought it, but who wouldn’t, having heard you play.’
Abby didn’t even miss a beat when she noticed the ‘I Love Juno’ tattoo.
‘Lasers’ll zap that.’
‘If you carry on sucking me,’ groaned Viking in ecstasy, ‘it’ll soon be covered in correcting fluid anyway. No, no, don’t bite my dick, I won’t take the piss any more.’
Arching himself out of her like a great golden cat, he slid downwards until his mouth was level with hers.
‘The first time I come,’ he listened to her breathing getting faster and faster, ‘it’s going to be inside you.’
Afterwards Abby buried her face in the smooth ivory curve of his sweating shoulder.
‘Definitely
‘Good, tell all your friends about it.’
‘You’re a rat.’
‘You’re a revelation. How come you’ve got lava in your veins?’
‘Not lava, love. I lova you.’
Down below in the night-club, a lone guitar was playing Rodrigo’s
Reaching for the bottle of Evian by the bed, Abby hazily noticed how right Viking’s blue shirt looked entangled with her suede skirt. On the side-table, his casket and St Christopher lay in a glittering heap with her gold bracelet and Marcus’s ruby ring.
‘Omigod,’ she sat bolt upright, ‘what about Marcus?’
‘He’s a darling boy,’ Viking kissed the soft flesh above Abby’s hip-bones, then working up her ribs, reached her breast. ‘But he’s too young and too onforceful. You need a man.’
‘I figure I’ve just had one.’ Then, as Viking slowly licked her nipple, she pushed his thick yellow hair out of his eyes and said, ‘I love you, Viking.’
When he didn’t answer straightaway, she asked hastily, ‘How come, when you’ve pulled everyone else in the RSO-?’
‘I have not,’ interrupted Viking with some hauteur. ‘I have not pulled Cathie Jones, nor Miss Parrott, nor Isobel, nor Moll, thank the Lord, nor Hilary, nor Mary-the-mother-of-Josstin.’
‘-that you never tried it with me?’
‘Did you mind?’
‘Sure I did, it was like being frantic for a taxi and one with its “For Hire” sign blazing driving round and round and round me, refusing to stop.’
Viking laughed.
‘Didn’t you want to?’ asked Abby indignantly.
‘Indeed I did,’ then, half-joking, ‘I’m shit-scared of being emasculated by powerful women.’
‘But you’re the most powerful person in the orchestra.’
‘Josst a minute, listen.’ Gently Viking tugged at her earlobe. ‘It was also respect and not wanting to rossh things, as my Granny Wexford’s always saying. There’s a time for loving.’
Longing for Viking to introduce her to his family, Abby said she’d just adore to meet Granny Wexford. Had she ever visited the States?
‘Not yet.’ Like Francis earlier, Viking had the grace to blush.
To distract Abby, he slid his thumb in and out of her, the knuckle gently grazing her clitoris, his long fingers caressing the tender underside of her bottom.
‘Oh wow,’ Abby drew in her breath. ‘Oh please, can we make love again?’
‘Don’t be greedy. As Bruno Walter said,
‘Can’t you ever be serious?’
Not when I’m this jolted, thought Viking.
There was a long pause.
‘Was I better than Juno?’ asked Abby in a small voice.
