And curiosity.
She knew how Marc’s lips felt under hers, but how would his chest feel as she rubbed her hands against it? And how would he feel when poised above her, about to enter her?
She rolled over so that they were facing each other. He woke enough to shift so that their legs were intertwined. He was semihard against her leg.
Does he have a condom? The thought flitted through her mind before she leaned forward and kissed him.
He responded immediately, pressing his lips against hers and weaving his hands around her head and threading them through her hair, holding her tightly against him. She rocked closer to him. Feeling him hard against her leg wasn’t enough. Feeling his hands in her hair and his lips on hers wasn’t enough. She wanted more.
She shoved her hands under the waistband of his boxers, digging her fingernails into his perfect butt and pulling him closer to her.
In an instant, he had flipped her onto her back and climbed on top of her, fitting himself between her legs. His hard length, covered by the thin cotton of his boxers, was pressed against her. “Oh, Selina, you feel so good,” he groaned as he rocked against her.
She yanked up his shirt, tugging at it trying to get it off. His arms got caught in the sleeves as they both struggled for a moment to pull it over his head. While he was still propped up on his arms, she skimmed her palms over his now-bare chest. His soft chest hair tickled. He sighed, relaxing into her. Then, with a low growl of frustration and desire, he pulled at her shirt, and they had another moment of struggle to get her T-shirt off. This time, they bumped heads and giggled.
“Do you have a condom?” she whispered as soon as his hands hit the elastic of her pajama shorts.
“Hmm?” he murmured, nibbling at her neck. “Oh! Yes. Don’t move.”
“What if I move to take off my shorts?” she asked with a wiggle of her hips.
He smiled, then kissed her neck, her ears, and finally her lips. “I suppose that’s okay,” he teased.
He lifted off her and swung off the bed. As he stood by the side of the bed, she admired the shape of his body, the dark shadows of him backlit by streetlights.
From this moment on, she would recognize his body anywhere. The smell and feel of him was etched in her memory. Her body would recognize him. She could feel him in her skin, in her muscles, and in her bones. In her marrow.
She heard his suitcase unzip. He rustled through clothes and then unzipped another pocket. As he returned, he was ripping at the foil packet. Her hips pushed forward and up, wanting him. She was impatient by the time he was standing next to the bed. Their hands intertwined and their bodies writhed and bumped as he tried to put the condom on while she tried to pull off his boxers. Desire deepened the sounds of his chuckles, and her giggles sped into moans.
Suddenly his shorts were off and the condom was on. He was on top of and then inside her. They both sighed, shifting and undulating until he was deep inside her.
She couldn’t touch as much of him as she needed, but she tried. Kisses met shoulders and arms and necks and ears and cheeks. Hands explored backs and butts and rubbed against chests, fingers digging in to skin as their breathing grew more labored and faster until they both cried out at once.
Selina lifted up her hips as Marc bucked several times, groaning with satisfaction until he nearly collapsed on top of her, his arms stopping his fall only once he was a breath away from her.
“Hi,” she said, suddenly a bit shy and weary from the force of her orgasm.
“Hi.” His kiss on her jaw shook the shy feeling away, and she kissed him back.
“I’ll be right back,” he said as he climbed off her.
His shadow retreated into the bedroom. The faucet turned on, then off, and then he was climbing back into bed with her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her toward him as if they had been doing this for years.
And as if they had years to keep doing this.
She pushed that thought to the back of her mind, willing herself to focus on the pleasantness of the present as she drifted off to sleep.
*
Marc lay in bed, feeling just about perfect. He was warm, satiated, and Selina’s body fit perfectly against his, even if his right arm was beginning to fall asleep. He smiled as the perfect solution to his restlessness sprang into his head. Selina could come with him for the rest of his winter trip. His mind swayed off to sleep, buoyed by his dreams of the future and Selina.
Chapter Nine