She peeled off her wet bathing suit and dashed into the shower, rinsing off as quickly as she could. Dinner’s at six, and punctuality is an element of discipline. If she focused on that, there’d be no time to think too much about the future.
But as she hurried out of the shower, drying herself as she went, she walked slap into him — or maybe he deliberately placed himself in her path and wrapped his arms around her when they collided. “I was having fun, but I missed you,” he said into her ear.
Every particle of air in the room went dry and developed a static charge.
She felt acutely naked, wrapped only in an unsecured and slipping towel, pressed against the fully dressed length of him. She could feel the metal ridges of his rings against the bare skin of her back, the denim of his jeans rough against her thighs below the edge of the towel.
I have to get dressed, she tried to say, but it came out as, “Umm...” He smells so good. For a moment, she nuzzled against him, inhaling and reveling in the contact and contrasts as his hands caressed her back then slid down inside the towel to cup her buttocks and play at the top of the cleft there.
He bent his head to lick and nip at the tender skin of her neck, just below one ear. “Nell,” he said on a breath that was almost a growl, “do you want me?”
“But… dinner…” she managed to choke out, though everything in her was crying yes.
“You don’t think I can make you come in under five minutes?” he asked with a wanton chuckle, his voice thick with urgency, his breath warm on her ear. “Because I totally can. And we’ll still get to dinner on time. You up for it?”
“Yes. Oh, yes!”
“Good.” With a quick tug, he had the towel on the floor, and in the next moment her back was against the nearest wall and he was on his knees in front of her, gazing up at her like she was something glorious and delicious and perfect, the rising sun and doughnuts and a really awesome song all in one.
Without breaking eye contact, he raised one of her legs to hook over his shoulder, stroking her inner thigh with teasing fingers — it should have been awkward, too intimate, too much, but he’d already proved to her how good he was with his tongue, and all she could think of was the pleasure he would give her. Until now, she’d never fully understood the line in Rocky Horror Picture Show about shivering with anticipation.
“I was kind of afraid you wouldn’t like the rocker side of me so much.” He ran the knuckles of his other hand lightly over her most sensitive flesh, spreading the slippery wetness around, using his rings to make her gasp. “Doesn’t seem to be a problem, does it? Fuck me, you’re lovely.” Then he took a firm grip of her hips and leaned in like he was eating an ice cream cone, licking and sucking until she moaned and squirmed and was utterly dependent on the wall to stay upright. And it wasn’t five minutes, wasn’t even two minutes before she came right to the edge of a whole galaxy of swirling bliss, teetering on the precipice, left frustrated and wanting as he pulled away. “Hold on,” he murmured, “hold on,” and she didn’t know if he was talking to her or to himself as he surged to his feet, fumbling to open his pants with fingers made clumsy by urgency.
I’d help, but if I let go of this wall, my legs won’t hold me. The thought fused in her brain and didn’t translate to her mouth. “Eamonn, Eamonn,” she heard herself saying.
Then his cock was jutting free of his pants and he was ripping open a condom packet, every passing second unbearable until he lifted her up and gasped, “Legs around my waist, Nella-bella. I want to do you against the wall until we both see stars.” He pushed into her, filling her, big and hot and hard, as his mouth sought hers in a deep, wet kiss that demanded her total surrender. It barely took a couple of thrusts before the bliss she’d felt before swirled around her again, and this time it spiraled up to consume them both in an infinite ocean of starry darkness.
They slid down the wall together — had his knees buckled? — and ended up in a sated heap on the floor. “Wow,” she sighed. “That was so amazing, I wanted it to go on forever…”
“I could get used to the idea of forever with you,” he said against her skin, softly enough that she couldn’t be sure of what she’d heard.
Those words were still echoing in Nell’s mind as she and Eamonn entered the dining room. I could get used to the idea of forever with you. Had he really said it? No such thing as a forever partner, she reminded herself, but I’d sure like to keep him for a while.
It was still a few minutes before six — as he’d promised, they’d made it on time — but the dining room was nearly full. The dozen round tables were elegantly set with crisp white linens and silver bowls of roses, contrasting sharply with the pierced and tattooed crew who filled the chairs, not fancy at all in their jeans and crew shirts, some with shaved heads and others with bandanas or ponytails. A gradual hush fell
