Page 100 of Big Sexy Love
We’re doing it. We are having sex. I am having sex. Seth is having sex with me. We are at his apartment in the Upper West Side. We didn’t even stop for a drink or a brew or anything. As soon as we got in the door, he pushed me up against the hall and lifted my tea dress up over my head. I was so naked. And his hall light was on. And Ididn’t care. When he lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him while he carried me to the bedroom, pulled down my knickers and licked every partofme.
I feel completely new. Like an animal. A sexy wild animal. Like Madonna and Mae West and Marilyn Monroe all in one Olive-shapedWoman.
Seth rolls over so that I’m on top. He holds my hands, watching me as I move back and forth above him, rocking myself against him, feeling completely free and bold and safe and scared and hot,hot,hot.
‘Olive,’ he groans, his hands moving to my backside as we move more quicklytogether.
Oh.Wow.
This isamazing.
This feelsamazing.
I finish a few seconds before Seth and lie back on his soft jersey pillows to catch my breath. My whole body is sparkling. My toes are all ticklish. My body is on overdrive, all of my senses on alert, and for the first time in forever it’s not in a way that feels like anattack.
‘Woah.’ Seth grins, leaning over to press his forehead to mine, his cheeks hotandpink.
‘Woah,’ I reply, stretching like a cat, kissing him and wondering how soon until I can do thatagain.
The answer is thirty-fiveminutes.
The second time is slower, sweeter, gigglier, decadent andplayful.
The second time we look at each other theentiretime.
The second time I have to stop myself from choking up because there’s this odd bittersweet ache in my chest that I don’t want to think too hardabout.
The second time is when I have to try very very hard to not fall for someone who, after this week, I’ll never seeagain.
This is just a fling, Olive. That’s allitis.
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Iwakeup the next morning to the five missed calls. It’s 8.30 a.m. I pick up my phone from Seth’s bedside cabinet to see that all of the missed calls are from Anders. How did I miss those? I had all the volumes turned up. God, I must have slept super deeply. To be fair, I had averyphysically activenight.
My heart leaps at all the missed calls. Oh my goodness, I hope it’s Chuck-related! Please let it be Chuck-related!
I try to call back but it goes to voicemail. I hope everything’s alright… Turning over, I peek at Seth who is awake and who is smiling at me sleepily, his cheek lined with cotton pillowmarks.
‘How are you?’ hemurmurs.
‘I am… really good,’ Ireply.
‘Did I satiate you enough to never sleep with another man apart from Colin for the rest ofyourlife?’
He raises an eyebrow cheekily and my heart drops tomytoes.
Oh yeah. That. My lie to get Seth to ‘cheat’ with me. I mentally clear my head. Of course. That’s what this was. He still thinks I’m engaged. That we’ll never see each otheragain.
And… he seems finewiththat.
Well I am fine with it too. This is a fling. Last night we ‘flung’. I dipped my toe in asintended!
And that’s all!Great!
‘I should probably go!’ I say brightly, sitting up and pulling the soft blanket around me. ‘Anders has tried calling loads and I’m hoping it’s good news aboutChuck!’
‘I hope it is! That would be awesome.’ Seth stretches his tanned arms above his head. ‘I have to be at work in halfanhour.’
