Morning Glory

Ah, dammit.

He stared down at her and sighed. She really had been tired, he thought ruefully. Five minutes after they’d gotten through the door to his apartment, and she was spark-out on top of his bed, silver suit slightly crumpled, limbs relaxed, breathing gently, utterly dead to the world. This wasn’t quite how he’d seen the evening going.

Well, be fair, Goren, she did give you the surprise of your life earlier this afternoon, he thought with a faint grin of reminiscence. He’d assumed – well, hoped - that tonight would be their first time together since they’d met one month ago on the surveillance operation out in Connecticut. As it turned out, Sienna had had other plans.

He now knew from first-hand experience that under that pretty suit was a very sexy pair of stockings and silk push-up bra, plus some tiny panties in silver and white silk… Great. Now I’m making it worse for myself. Sienna was obviously not going to be waking up any time soon, so giving himself a hard-on was only going to add to his frustration. He guessed the long journey over from Ukraine, plus the stress of adjusting to the time difference and giving her presentation at the conference at One Police Plaza had finally caught up with her.

His mind flashed back to their arrival, him showing her through the door, her smiling at him with a definite trace of nervousness. Quite possibly, he thought, they wouldn’t have been getting it together anyway. He sighed. Fair enough, I suppose. It was one thing to be attracted to someone in the heat and danger of a life-threatening situation with the adrenalin flowing, even to play out a little fantasy with them in the bathroom in One Police Plaza, but to actually be confronted with the reality of that person’s life, their being a real person and not a fantasy… Well, even if she decides she’s not interested, it’s been great, he thought with a shrug, going through into the kitchen to put the steak back into the fridge and the cork back into the wine. They would keep until tomorrow; he was still determined to cook for her, if only as a friendly gesture.

So, what now? May as well use the time productively. He shucked his jacket and tie, kicked off his shoes, made himself a sandwich from leftovers in the fridge, found a Seinfeld repeat on television, and resolved to go through the large pile of bank statements and invoices from Carmel Ridge that he’d been putting off dealing with for a while.

Two hours later, the paperwork was finished, the sandwich was eaten, and he was beginning to feel his own eyelids drooping. He ran his final security checks on his apartment – door securely locked and bolted, windows secured, his gun in the drawer beside his bed where it would be safe – and paused to consider his options. Hmm, a dilemma.

Did he sleep in the same bed as Sienna or not? Well, if I do, it might look pushy… but if I don’t, it looks like I’m not interested. On the one hand, it’s my bed, but then if she wasn’t interested I’d offer to sleep on the couch so that she could have it anyway… but if I sleep on the couch and she wakes up tomorrow in the mood for it, she might feel rejected, and then that would be awkward…

Undecided, he found himself pacing through and leaning on the doorjamb, studying Sienna asleep in the dim light from the window. She looked lovely asleep. Peaceful, relaxed, natural, her face’s natural prettiness showing more clearly. Not to mention how pretty the rest of her is… Down, boy! There was a line across her cheek, and he realised it was from sleeping with her face pillowed on her jacket.

I ought to help her undress, he thought, with a slight wince. Another dilemma; on the one hand, if she wasn’t interested, it would look like he was just trying to feel her up… but on the other hand, it would be uncomfortable for her if she slept all night in her suit and stockings. He delayed making the decision by undoing her suitcase and looking cautiously for a nightgown. His fingers encountered pale silk, and he pulled out a long, embroidered white silk gown, the texture wonderfully soft against his fingertips. Interesting, he thought; well, he knew from last time that Sienna was a very tactile woman, enjoying pleasant sensations against her skin, again, down boy!

He crouched beside the bed. “Uhh… Sienna?”

“Mmm?” She made a sleepy noise. Her eyes half-opened.

“Do you, uh, want to get changed if you’re tired?” He held up the gown.

“Yess….” Her voice was raspy, half-asleep, and he realised she hadn’t fully woken up and most likely wouldn’t remember this tomorrow. Wonder if she remembers the first time she kissed me?

“Here, I’ll help,” he murmured, helping her sit up and remove her suit. It was almost like dressing a child, he thought, as he carefully helped her shed her earlier clothing and pull on the gown. She was so lovely, he thought, unable to avoid catching a glimpse of her smooth naked flesh, the sensual curves of her breasts and hips in the dim light… Please, let her not have decided this is a bad idea, he thought, with a sudden yearning that surprised him. It was just friendship and sex, right? Great sex. They would have fun together, and then eventually Sienna would move on, having brightened his life for a little while, and find someone her own age. No big deal, just a little mutual pleasure.

Where was this feeling coming from? He didn’t want to think about it in detail, but as he shed his own clothes and pulled on the old red shorts he usually slept in, he found that he simply couldn’t face sleeping on the couch, knowing that Sienna was asleep in the room next to him. He knew with sudden clarity that he would not sleep all night if he wasn’t in the same room with her, but would instead lie there wondering if she was still asleep, if she was comfortable.

Oh, this is not a good idea. Bobby, if you have a hard-on all night, it’s your own stupid fault, he thought fatalistically, and carefully climbed into bed beside her. A kingsize bed with plenty of room for his tall frame plus whoever he might persuade to join him, the springs moved under him, creaking faintly as he settled himself on his side, facing her. She hadn’t stirred once, still looking so peaceful and relaxed. He found that he was happy to watch her at rest, and before long sleep was rolling over him, and he drifted off, smiling.

***

Where the hell am I?

I swam lazily up from the depths of sleep, and wriggled, stretching slightly, blinked once and yawned. A set of images appeared in my head; a bedroom that seemed vaguely, but not very, familiar, an unfamiliar bathroom which I’d staggered towards, clean, pale green tiles… staggering back into the bedroom in the half-light and hitting the sack again, never having more than half-woken up all the time.

Oh yeah. I was in Bobby Goren’s apartment.

More specifically, in his bed.

Maybe that explained the morning arousal, the slight ache between my legs, the tightness of my nipples and their sensitivity through the thin silk.

Hold on, I’d been wearing a suit and blouse last night. A cotton blouse.

Another set of images, these more auditory than visual. A deep, murmuring voice, Do you, uh, want to get changed if you’re tired … here, I’ll help…

Oh yes, I just bet you did, I couldn’t help thinking. I remembered only too clearly the sensation of those big, blunt-fingered hands gently helping me out of my skirt and blouse, unfastening my stockings, helping me slip into the white silk negligée I was wearing. I swiftly tried to remember if I’d left anything embarassing in my suitcase, since Bobby had obviously been inside it. No, I couldn’t think of anything I didn’t want him to see – well, possibly the Cosmopolitan magazine I’d read on the flight over, but I could always plead desperation and running out of newsprint if I had to. Or possibly just tell him I was interested in the “99 Things to Do with a Naked Man” feature. I had a sudden image of that handsome face of his creasing up in laughter, his big body rumbling with that deep laugh I’d heard a couple of times before, and really wanted to hear again.

Speaking of hearing things, there was definitely someone snoring nearby.

I rolled over langorously, and found myself facing Bobby’s back. Broad, smooth and lightly tanned, he was facing away from me, fast asleep, lying on his side. Oh my God, is he naked? It was morning now, and I could see him quite clearly. I ducked my head under the covers, and saw that he was almost completely naked, his backside covered by an old pair of dark red cotton shorts. His ribs moved gently up and down as I watched, fascinated, my eyes devouring every line of his body, the huge width of his shoulders, tapered waist, powerful curve of bicep just visible… I remembered longingly what it had felt like to have those arms around me, gripping tight and holding me in place as Bobby kissed his way along my jawline to my lips, then down, feather-light, over my neck and down to my breasts, sucking tormentingly on one nipple, then the other, then further down…

…the blood pulsed fiercely through me, and I drew a shuddery breath, my fingers involuntarily slipping down between my legs… oh God… I was wet, and warm, and slippery, already ready for him, and every breath I took seemed to make the yearning stronger. I could scent him in the air, on the bedclothes, that faint scent of musk and soap I remembered from last time.

He’s there, Sienna, fast asleep, take him! You think he’ll object? Remember what men are like in the morning? What do you think is waiting for you, if you just get in close and tight, run your hand under the waistband of those shorts, or better yet, get them off him. You do remember what Bobby looks like naked and aroused, don’t you?

Why resist? Hastily, I wriggled out of my nightgown; didn’t want any obstacles in the way. I pulled myself across to him, and pressed myself up against his back. He was incredibly warm, with skin like smooth satin over the big muscles underneath. I scented at his hair, at the back of his neck, then reached across and drew his earlobe gently into my mouth, sucking and nibbling lightly. Ohh, but he felt so good, a huge solid male against my breasts and belly. Jesus, he’s big. Is it wrong to be aroused by the fact he’s so big, such much man there to enjoy? Well, if it is, I don’t want to be right.

I ran my hand lightly over his side, then his arm, stroking the solid mass of his bicep as a sudden memory of the surveillance operation came to me; Bobby’s huge arms supporting me as I carried an unconscious pregnant woman through the rain. Slowly, I moved my hand down to stroke the thick muscles of his chest, my fingers trailing through dark silky chest hair as I traced the outline of each pectoral muscle, then paused to gently trace around one neat brown nipple, teasing it slowly erect.

This was fun. Bobby was still keeping still, his eyes closed, but his breathing was definitely faster, and I could swear he was pressing back against me. I stroked the other nipple erect, smiling against his neck as he drew a short breath, breathing in little gulps, then dropped my hand lower, feeling muscle and a little fat under my hand as I caressed his stomach, admiring how nicely proportioned he was. Washboard stomachs had never done it for me anyway. I don’t like guys who are more toned than I am, but Bobby was perfect. Flat enough to be hot, neat tapering waist, but not so muscular that he didn’t look like a real guy.

I stroked a little lower, then paused in indecision. I could sense his arousal, see the bulge in the front of those shorts, but was it a little pushy of me to be thinking of reaching down there, groping him, without being sure he was awake? I hovered indecisively, playing nervously with the drawstring of his shorts. I knew what I wanted, but should I ask him first?

***

Oh, this is better.

Bobby drifted slowly awake, aware of a gentle pressure against his back, something warm and soft. Warm and soft and smelling very, very good. He could feel gentle breath against his neck, a hand stroking his side, then suddenly, something warm, and wet nibbled along his ear. Sienna’s mouth.

Better. He felt a thrill of excitement as he realised what was happening. Sienna was responding to him, being aroused by him without his even having to do anything. With his eyes closed, he could sense her body all along the skin of his back, and realised that she was spooning him, her body pressed tight against his and her mouth nibbling his earlobe, sucking tantalisingly hard. It was a move he remembered, and one which made him think irresistibly of her going down on him.

His erection throbbed hard at the thought, but he forced himself to stay still. He sensed instinctively that she was enjoying making love to him, that it would be better not to take an active part in things, but to let her take it at her own pace. His eyes stayed shut, even as her hand explored his body, playing with his nipples, suddenly sensitive now, filling with blood as her fingertips teased them harder and smaller, erect and ready.

She’s naked, he realised suddenly, gasping involuntarily at the thought. He could feel her skin against his. Of course, it made sense. Someone so tactile would want all of her skin bare, the better to experience the sensations of lovemaking… even as the thought aroused him further, he couldn’t help thinking that he’d rather been looking forward to taking that negligee off of Sienna himself, slowly removing it, sliding it up her body inch by inch, sliding the straps down her shoulders to bare first one full, rounded breast, then another, until she begged him to take it off altogether.

Now, what is she doing? Her hand had continued its journey downwards, and he was more than ready for her. More than that, he couldn’t wait, his erection straining, desperately wanting her hand wrapped firmly around him. Maddeningly, though, she had paused, her hand fretting at the waistband of his shorts…

Time to take an active role in the proceedings. He slid his own hand down to hers, and gripped her wrist very gently, guiding her hand down and under the elastic, inside his shorts and, finally, around his cock. He moaned deeply as she gripped him firmly, her hand moving across the round head of his erection, then down his shaft and back up again. Yes, yes, yes! He heard her moan softly behind him, and the scent of female musk in the air told him she was already ready, her body aching for him to fill her.

***

Before I could decide what to do, I was suddenly aware that Bobby’s large hand had gripped my wrist very firmly, but gently, and slowly, carefully, guided my hand inside his shorts. God, I’ve missed this, I thought with a deep moan of happiness as I caressed his erection. Warm skin like velvet over solid shaft beneath, and soft rounded head. I pictured him naked as I rubbed harder, seeing his ribs rising and falling faster, breathing speeding up. His eyes were still shut, but neither of us were fooled.

I leaned forward and murmured in his ear: “Are you awake?”

His mouth curved up in a smile as he replied, eyes still shut: “I’m having a very nice dream about a beautiful redhead. I’m worried that if I open my eyes, she might vanish.”

I chuckled. “Mmm yes, but if you open your eyes, you might find that the beautiful redhead is real, and very wet and…”

I didn’t get to finish my sentence as Bobby rolled over swiftly, taking me by surprise. I just had time to get my hand out of his shorts and up behind his back as he gently nudged me onto my back and rolled partly on top of me, supporting his weight on those powerful forearms. Our hips aligned through basic instinct, me arching my back to get the head of his cock between my legs. Those wretched shorts prevented him getting inside me, but I could rub myself against him, and it felt incredibly good, like having his tongue on my clit, but harder and firmer. Bobby’s mouth came down hard against me, kissing first my ear, then my neck, then planting his lips firmly over mine and pressing his tongue hard into my mouth. His stubble rasped against my skin, his warm body pinning me firmly to the bed, and all I could think of now was that I wanted him inside, now.

***

He could feel how much she was enjoying stimulating him, and his longing to be on top of her, pleasuring her, intensified; suddenly, this little situation needed to change, and fast. Before he could work out exactly how, though, Sienna leaned forward and murmured teasingly in his ear in that wonderful slightly accented voice, “Are you awake?”

She liked him to tease her a little, he remembered, liked it when he made her smile, and so he replied, still keeping his eyes closed: “I’m having a very nice dream about a beautiful redhead. I’m worried that if I open my eyes, she might vanish.”

He heard her chuckle, then she replied in the same warm, humourous voice: “Mmm yes, but if you open your eyes, you might find that the beautiful redhead is real, and very wet and…”

Oh God… He remembered only too well exactly what Sienna felt like when she was aroused, smooth and slick, muscles relaxing inside her to allow his cock into the tight warmth within. Almost before he knew what he was doing, he rolled on top of her, startling her a little, he could see, but she wriggled fast, getting herself into position underneath him, warm and ready as he rubbed against her.

I want her, now. Want her underneath, want to hear her screaming my name, want to feel that beautiful warm tight little pussy around me, dammit she’s good… He kissed her hard, almost roughly, instinct taking over, taking over both of them. Sienna had abandoned any shyness, rubbing against him like a cat in heat. He could feel her hands going down, pushing inside his shorts and grasping his backside firmly, and an instinct almost as basic as the one currently driving him said No. He knew only too well that if he lifted himself off her and let her push down those shorts that he would be inside her instantly, and once inside, he wouldn’t be able to make himself pull out until he had come, deep within his lover’s warm, responsive body.

He forced himself to lift his body off her, enjoying the wild look in her eyes as she contemplated him, running her gaze over his body. He felt male, a delicious sense of being a strong male animal, desired by his lover, so incredibly female and sensual, fuck, how did I get this lucky? No other man has you, Sienna, not now, not ever.

***

I shouldn’t be doing this… The thought was useless, because I just couldn’t stop myself pushing at Bobby’s shorts, which had suddenly become the only thing between the two of us and the pleasure I knew was coming. Bobby’s kisses were rough, hungry and male, his body strong, dominant over me, and all I could think of was what it would feel like to have him inside me. His hips were shifting, thrusting against me, and I remembered that strength, how utterly possessed I’d felt by him, how female and strong and sexual he made me feel.

I knew I shouldn’t do this, knew that if we gave in and didn’t use protection he’d be unhappy afterwards. We were already protected against pregnancy – I’d had my contraceptive shot a few weeks ago – but I knew I shouldn’t deny Bobby his peace of mind, his right to control and protect his body...

Suddenly he lifted himself off me, eyes dark and wild. Nothing civilised in those eyes now, the calm, aloof, controlled gaze of the city detective in a tailored suit all gone. Bobby Goren was looking at me as though I was food and he was starving, and I would be a very, very happy woman if I could just get those shorts off him and finally see his magnificant form naked, like he could see me right now, my naked body spread underneath him.

“Beautiful Sienna,” he growled, voice a deep rumble. “So perfect…” He lowered himself again, but instead of kissing my mouth, he wriggled down the bed a little way, and trailed his kisses down my neck and chest to the soft curve of my breast, kissing the skin there, licking at it gently with that strong, rough tongue.

Oh God. I realised he intended to kiss every inch of white skin there before he finally got round to suckling at my nipple, which was already so sensitive I could hardly bear the thought of anything touching it… and then, oh God, he was going to do the same for the other one, and I was already so desperate for him inside that even a second’s delay was going to drive me crazy.

“Bobby, stop!” I cried out, and his head lifted up, gaze dominant and powerful.

***

I have to do something, something to get a little control here… Those magnificent breasts, rising and falling with every breath his lover drew, gave him the idea. He felt a sudden desire to possess those, too, remembering how sensitive Sienna’s nipples were if teased just right, kissing her breasts first and leaving the tiny red nipple until last. Had any other man learned how to do that for her? He grinned wickedly, and allowed himself to think that no, Sienna’s cries of pleasure the first time he’d done that had also contained a note of surprise, of finding unexpected pleasure in his kiss.

Now, I start with the left one first, then the right… She was crying out already as his lips brushed the firm mound of her breast, his tongue pushing out between them to stimulate her with a different sensation.

“Bobby, stop!”

That was the one thing you should never ignore, and he responded instantly, lifting his mouth away from her breast and gazing at her. For a second, he was anxious, but then he sensed instinctively that he hadn’t hurt her.

“Do you mean that?” he asked, wickedly flicking his tongue across her nipple and drawing a wild cry from her.

“No… not really!”

“Hmm… then we need a word that you can use to make me stop if you really want me to.”

“Or if you really want me to,” she pointed out. Oh, so she wants to play this both ways? What an enjoyable thought.

“Which word?” he asked gently, reaching up to brush her face affectionately. She rubbed against his hand, and murmured: “Red… let’s make it ‘red’.”

He nodded agreement, and returned to what he’d been doing, drawing a scream of joy from his lover as his lips once more trailed over her soft, wonderful breast.

***

Bobby’s mouth continued its slow, wonderful torture of me as I writhed helplessly underneath him. No sooner had he finished teasing my left nipple so hard I could hardly bear the touch of his rough tongue against my skin, than he repeated the same time again, and I could only hope his neighbours were all deaf, because I was far past any attempts at restraining or controlling my reactions to him. As he finally finished, he pushed himself back up and over me, our hips aligning again, and I could swear he was even bigger now. He MUST be ready for it, please God, don’t let me have to wait any longer.

“I was right, you are a screamer,” he murmured softly, almost tenderly, into my ear, and I realised suddenly that was a big part of what I found so arousing about him. He never forgot that I was a person, not just a warm body, a person he was trying to relate to, even when our bodies were so tight and close that he was practically inside me, shorts and all.

I murmured throatily, “Do you want to find out how much of a screamer I am? What I sound like when you’re in me so deep I feel like my entire body is wrapped round you?”

“God, yes.”

“Then we need to lose these,” I replied, and tugged at the shorts.

“Mmm.” Bobby lifted himself off me again, rolling onto his side. He leaned across me and groped inside the drawer of his bedside table, drawing out the small foil packet. I watched hungrily as he FINALLY removed those wretched shorts, eyes drinking in the sight of his magnificent male body, big and aroused and all mine. Those big fingers gently stroked the condom down his length as he sat back on his heels, readying himself… then those huge dark eyes turned to mine as he leaned forwards, settling himself on top of me. Once more I brought my hips up to his, rubbing myself hungrily against him. Once more the firm, smooth tip of his erection rubbed against the most sensitive area of my body, this time not seeking my clit, but pressing hard, lower down, seeking the entrance and the right angle, his hips moving from side to side as he came closer and closer, pressing hard, so hard…

Too hard.

***

Sienna’s cries were nearly screams as he finished his sensual tormenting, enjoying teasing her, but aware also that now was the right time to stop doing it and move on, on to his body against hers and inside and on top of her and pleasuring her. She smiled warmly as he moved back up her body, and he was struck by a sudden wash of tenderness and affection. She was a lovely woman, and it felt so good to be with someone properly, not just a drunken fumble or a moment’s pleasure snatched from the routines of two busy lives that would shortly diverge into their separate paths, not to be afraid of meeting her gaze, worried that she was secretly hoping he’d hurry up and finish so that she could get back to her own life.

“I was right, you are a screamer,” he murmured softly, almost tenderly, into her ear. So important, he thought muzzily, to reassure a woman that she was always a person, someone he respected, not just some warm body he was fucking for his own pleasure.

Her reply was so deeply sexual he shuddered as she murmured throatily: “Do you want to find out how much of a screamer I am? What I sound like when you’re in me so deep I feel like my entire body is wrapped round you?”

“God, yes,” he replied, unable to hide his feelings and not wanting to. Sienna’s lust for him was open, written in every line of her beautiful, sweet face and warm body.

“Then we need to lose these,” she replied, and tugged at his shorts. He suddenly realised that she’d been completely naked for some time whilst he was still covered up. Hmm. A little unfair.

“Mmm.” He forced himself to roll off her and reach for the condom first. Much as he might secretly wish to have nothing between the two of them, that was not a risk he thought he would ever want to take. He pulled off the shorts, aware all the time of her hungry gaze, her arousal, and her sudden intake of breath at the sight of him. He deliberately put the condom on slowly, feeling that she deserved the pleasure of seeing him in all his glory, his male body aroused for her, then as he finished, he caught her eye and could no longer resist the naked longing he sensed coming from her.

Swiftly, he lowered himself onto her, concentrating hard. Sienna was rubbing her hips against his as they both tried to find it, find the exact right place and angle and there, there it was, there was Sienna’s warm, beautiful body opening up to him. He had wanted her so much, for what felt like so long, and he thrust against her, into her, feeling the blissful tightness around him.

Suddenly, she stiffened, crying out “Bobby, stop! Red!” and pushing at his hips, pushing down to stop him. He froze. Oh shit. Damn, damn, damn. He began to withdraw, cursing his own clumsiness. One of the first things he’d learned as a young man was that it was all very well having a woman’s mouth curve upwards in glee at the sight of how all of his body was in proportion to his size and big hands and feet, but it rather lost its charm if, minutes later, the same woman was writhing in discomfort because he hadn’t made sure she was properly ready for him to enter her. He should have used his fingers, gone down on her…

“No, don’t go anywhere,” Sienna commanded, gripping his backside now. He stopped moving and turned his head to face her. She was smiling, with a trace of discomfort still visible, but definitely smiling.

“Sometimes that happens for me – it hurts a bit at first, but I just need a little time to get used to you again,” she murmured, and squeezed her muscles tight around him. He turned his head and kissed her gently, thoroughly, lovingly, and felt her body relax completely under him, becoming warm and soft. Her hips moved against him, trying to take him in a little at a time. He assisted her, pushing forward just a little, gently inching his way inside her body.

“My God, you’re tight,” he murmured, feeling her body slowly opening. Her eyes were closed, face showing an expression of blissful concentration.

“Because you’re so big… do I have all of you?”

He thrust slowly, but with force, and felt himself sink in all the way. God, she’s so good…Sienna cried out with joy, and moved her hips, tipping them so that he was in even deeper.

“You have all of me now,” he murmured, thrusting hard and deep. There was nothing sophisticated about this, nothing fancy, just sheer animal instinct. Sienna’s arms were fiercely tight around him and she was kissing him hard, hungry for more.

“Bobby… God yes, yes… fuck me harder, please Bobby, harder!”

He obliged, at the same time leaning forward to growl into her ear: “Such bad words from that beautiful mouth… are you losing control, beautiful Sienna?”

“Yes, it’s you, it’s all you, so big, so hard…” Sienna’s words dissolved into a scream of pleasure as he thrust harder. He could feel himself coming, now, feel the pleasure beginning to build at the tip of his erection and in his balls, his body ready now, ready to come deep inside her. He had no restraint left any longer, and Sienna’s wet tightness around him was the only thing in his world now, that and the feelings, the sheer pleasure as his body took over and thrust and thrust, deeper and deeper, slamming into her harder and harder until he came hard, groaning loud and long, with Sienna’s arms around his back, holding him to her as he gave her his final thrusts and she made her final rapturous screams of joy.

***

Bobby froze and tried to pull out of me. I instinctively shifted my hands and grabbed his backside to stop that. He wasn’t going anywhere, except inside me. Just a little more slowly. I explained what I needed, flexing my muscles around him and sending a wave of pleasure through my body, counteracting the soreness of a minute earlier.

Bobby kissed me then, so gentle and affectionate that I relaxed immediately, a wonderful sensation of being able to trust him utterly reassuring me. If I wanted him to stop, he would stop. If I wanted him to slow down, he would. If I wanted him to pin me onto the bed, mount me and thrust like a big stallion… oh yes, he would. Nothing would shock this man or make him uncomfortable, I thought happily, feeling him inch his way inside me. I wanted all of him, now, and closed my eyes to focus on the incredible feelings he was giving me.

“My God, you’re tight,” he murmured gently.

“Because you’re so big… do I have all of you?” I surely had to, I thought, there couldn’t be much more.

He thrust slowly, but with force, and I realised there could be just a bit more of him, but now all of him was in me. I cried out with joy, moving my hips, so that he was inside me even deeper.

“You have all of me now,” he murmured, thrusting hard and deep. I felt so female, so sexy, so desirable. It was an amazing feeling. I embraced him tightly, kissing him hard and gripping him firmly with my entire body, giving in to my lust for him. I wasn’t even going to try to censor my thoughts, I wanted him to know how hungry I was for him, how hot he made me, crying out: “Bobby… God yes, yes… fuck me harder, please Bobby, harder!”

He obliged, leaning forwards and growling deep into my ear: “Such bad words from that beautiful mouth… are you losing control, beautiful Sienna?”

“Yes, it’s you, it’s all you, so big, so hard…” My words dissolved into a scream of pleasure as he thrust harder. I sensed that he was coming, and all I could feel now was the deep, indescrible pleasure of his hard erection in my body, thrusting harder and harder, slamming into me. His final thrusts were so powerful all I could do was feel the sheer pleasure that magnificent body could give mine. He collapsed on top, and I was utterly limp underneath him. This, I thought fuzzily, was real sex. Sex with a real man. My Bobby.

***

He looked at her, her eyes closed, face slack with pleasure and the aftermath of lust. So beautiful. He made himself get up and go and wash. As he got back into bed beside her, he saw her muscles tense up a little, her face a little unsure as her body instinctively curved towards him.

She wants to cuddle, but she doesn’t know if I think it’s needy, and she doesn’t want me to pull away, he thought, with a trace of anger. How could any man who really knew her mistake her natural need for affection after sex for clinginess? He had seen Sienna Tovitz confront an angry CIA agent, help organise a rescue operation, think quickly on her feet to save herself and her colleagues, even tackle an armed man… how could anyone think her needy, when she had such an strong, independent spirit? Well, I guess her other lovers didn’t exactly see all that, but still…

He reached out to her and gently pulled her warm body against his. She fit just right against his chest, snuggling against him with a small sound of bliss. He found himself gently nuzzling the top of her head, kissing her gently.

“That was amazing,” she murmured softly.

“Mm-hmm. Yes, it was.”

“You are amazing.”

“So are you.” He stroked her gently, tenderly. So warm, so soft, and yet so strong. She was, in her own way, as strong as Eames. Two strong women with an inexplicable fondness for him. Lucky, aren’t I? he thought smugly, watching as Sienna wriggled to get comfortable, then reached out to him, gently embracing him.

Right now, he thought, neither of them needed any more than each other.