Teeth and skin and tears and breath all fought for a chance. He was harder than a fifteen-year-old virgin and just as doomed: one touch and he would explode. This was not going to be his A Game. But Jesus fuck, it was Daisy in his arms. After twelve years in his head, shaping him from afar and haunting him in the night. Now she was on him, naked and crazed, crawling up the length of him. Planting her knees on either side of his hips and she had his cock in her hand—twelve fucking years and she’s putting me in her—as her mouth sank deep in his. Her hips hovered over him, rising a bit, then lowering as she held him in place and let him feel a touch of her damp heat, like another mouth to sink into.
Give it to me.
Wait a minute.
No give it to me now put me in you now I need in you want in you now.
Wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute.
“Dais, wait.” He stopped her. Pushed his palms against her hip bones, held her still and asked, “Do you want me to use something?”
She drew back a little, staring. Her eyes flicked from one side to the other, mouth parted, as if thinking.
He closed his eyes.
Fuck I don’t care my cock in you now put me in you now…
Then she leaned down again. Her hand squeezed and the tip of him touched pink satin.
“No,” she said. “I don’t.”
And she settled her weight into his lap.
He slid in deep, touched down in that smooth molten heat. His eyes opened and his throat unleashed a howl into the magic night. Daisy sat up on top of him, her thighs hugging his sides, her face in her palms. As she rocked her hips, her hands curled into fists and dragged down her cheeks.
“Oh my God,” she said, shaking her head.
“Dais.” His voice was a hollow shell against the jubilant screaming in his head, I’m inside you, I’m in you, it’s you, I can feel you, I got you back…
Her fists at her collarbones now, she rose up along the slick length of him and sank down again. “Erik,” she whispered. “Is this real?”
He wrapped an arm around her, pushed off the floor, rolled her down onto the rug and got her underneath him where he had always loved her best.
“It’s real,” he said. His fingers gently moved a piece of hair out of her face before he pinned her with his mouth and his body. Her arms and legs clutched him as he pushed into her. Her hand tight in his hair and her teeth at his earlobe as he reared back and plunged again. Further. Harder. Deeper. Groaning and crying. Nothing like a lover, just some deranged lunatic fucking her back into his life.
His phone pinged an incoming text.
I miss you. What are you doing?
He put the birth control pills as he had found them and shut the cabinet.
Snooping, he typed back.
Did you find the porn?
Not yet.
You suck at snooping then.
I do. Better text me when you leave so I can put everything back.
Alphabetical order, please.
You keep your underwear in alphabetical order?
Hello? Have we met?
A clearing of a throat. Erik looked up to see the cleaning lady in the kitchen doorway. He smiled, took his mug and headed back into the living room. He felt in the way and useless. And cold in his short-sleeved T-shirt and bare feet.
He texted Daisy again: Is there anything resembling a man’s sweatshirt on the premises?
Sorry, I’ve only had women lovers since I moved in. You can wear that fur coat in the front closet if you want.
He drank his tea and considered. I think I’ll go back to the hotel and get some warmer clothes.
Kindly leave your house keys on the piano, she replied.
You think I’m running away again?
I think you should run your ass to the hotel, check out, bring your stuff to my place and put your ass back in my bed. Any other questions?
He wanted to ask if she loved him. Instead he asked where he could get an egg and cheese sandwich.
Sorry, we don’t have those in Canada.
Do you love me?
A few agonizing moments passed.
Kate’s Bakery is a couple blocks down from your hotel. I love their egg and cheese sandwich. But not as much as I love you.
“NO MORE REHEARSALS after this,” she said the next morning. “Tomorrow we’ll sleep in.”