Until, finally, I could take no more and she pumped me harder, squeezing every last drop from me.
She collapsed on my chest, both of us caked with a layer of sweat, but we didn’t care. She panted, struggling to repay her oxygen debt. I wrapped my arms around her, still inside her, and we lay like that, in our own little world, savoring the deliciousness of the moment, knowing with certainty it would be the first of many such occurrences tonight.
The world and its worries slipped away, and I knew nothing would ever be the same again.
Bianca
I awoke in the middle of the night. The house was silent.
I got up, stretched my arms and back, and shuffled toward the bathroom. My body ached. I felt at the wall and slapped the light on. It was soft yellow and still too bright for my sensitive eyes. I leaned on the table and let it lead me to the toilet. I sat down to pee.
I was so sore! It must have been the arjath I rode the day before. They were strange beasts and looked like one of my Polly Pocket unicorn toys I had as a kid.
It’d been a nice day, and surprisingly fun. Traes turned out to be a kind guy—especially with letting the locals use his land to grow their own food when times were hard.
Who would have guessed?
Certainly not me.
I glanced up at myself in the mirror. My hair stood up at crazy angles. Had I been dragged through a hedge at some point? If I didn’t know any better, somebody would think I’d had a long night of sex—
I blinked.
Sex.
Wait. I did know better…
My eyes gradually rose to meet myself in the mirror. I even stopped peeing for a moment.
It didn’t happen, I thought. It was just a dream…
My body hurt in very different places than I should have riding that fluffy arjath…
I rode something else last night.
Something far more invasive.
Images flashed through my mind. The naked skin. The pure strength. The feel of him between my legs.
I’d enjoyed some vivid dreams over the years, but nothing quite so adventurous as that.
I stood up and was about to flush the toilet when I thought better of it. If I flushed, I might wake him.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to confront him about last night yet.
I looked at myself in the mirror and shook my head.
“What have you done, girl?” I said.
I broke into a grin, laughed, and shook my head.
You hussy!
It’d been good. Really good. I hadn’t had sex like that since… Well, a very long time. If ever.
How much time did I have before he woke up?
I glanced out the small bathroom window. The sky was already beginning to grow light with a rising sun.
Then Cleb would wake up. He might catch us together in my room and know something was going on between us. The servants too.
I couldn’t let that happen. Things were complicated enough already. We didn’t need to compound them.
I would tell Traes he had to go. He’d understand. But there was no way I could let him see me like this. He might regret last night if he did.
Did I regret last night?
No, I didn’t. I was fully aware of what I was doing. All day, I couldn’t keep my eyes off him.
Seeing him come to join us while we were out riding was a welcome surprise. I’d been disappointed when he didn’t come with us that morning. It was the friction between us, I suppose. Who wanted to enjoy a day out when it would feel uncomfortable the whole time?
It still made me smile when I thought about how he tried to look so cool, so debonair when he attempted to hop off his arjath… and then fell face-first into the water…
It was just what we needed. A good laugh. Even better—it was at his expense.
I grabbed my comb and dragged it through my hair. I put on a little cream and added some makeup. Just a little. I’d have to remove it when I took a shower anyway. I didn’t want to look a complete hag when I woke him.
I checked myself in the mirror. Not great, but not bad either. I flushed the toilet and came out of the bathroom. Traes didn’t stir a muscle and was still fast asleep.
I guess I wasn’t the only one exhausted after last night’s activities.
Wait… How many times did we do it last night?
A series of images fluttered before my eyes. We did it again, sometime in the middle of the night. That sleepy, lethargic sex that was so slow, and yet, so fine. And wasn’t there another time after that? And another?
No wonder my body hurt! I’d completed a triathlon!
I sat on his side of the bed and peered down at him. His face was calm. He was always so focused, so in control. From the first time I met him, I wanted to tear that control down and make him mine.
I made him beg. I giggled in disbelief. I didn’t know where that side of me had come from. The most shocking thing of all was he’d actually done it.
And I thought he enjoyed it. I know I did.
The role reversal was intoxicating. Him being a super-wealthy billionaire mining magnate and me a girl just trying to earn a little money for a ticket ride home.
Home.
Did sleeping with him change my plans? Did I want to stay longer?
I shoved the question to one side, refusing to let it put a downer on the current situation.
I placed a hand on his arm. He awoke easily and peered up at me. He didn’t scream at my hideous appearance, so that was a bonus. Then he peered around at the room, his hair sticking up the same way mine had.
He sat up and rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands.
“What time is it?” he said.
“Almost morning,” I said. “The sky’s just beginning to lighten.”
He yawned and stretched.
