Page 42 of Always Beth
‘What Miss big hair and long nails? I don’t think so.’
I lift her empty glass from her hand, placing it carefully on the table as I guide her away from the scenic views towards the elevators. She tries to wrestle her arm free, but on every attempt, I hold her that little bit tighter.
‘Let me go. Where are we going?’
‘We’re leaving,’ I force out quietly.
The elevator doors open and we wait patiently as the occupants depart. We stand side by side, confusion brewing as we begin our descent, and I know if I wait long enough she will crack.
‘Sorry, I—’
I tip her head back and silence her with a kiss. I’m immediately met with resistance, but as I pull her tighter into my embrace, she softens, finally opening herself up to me.
‘I don’t know why you’re apologising. This hot and cold thing you have going on is quite exciting,’ I say, pulling back breathlessly.
‘It’s not that, it reminded me of a time that I’d rather forget.’ She can barely look at me, haunted by her past.
As her thoughts continue to consume her, I remember how fragile she is right now. It’s not only her life that needs putting back together, it’s her confidence.
‘You don’t have to fight for my attention, Beth. I’m not your ex-husband.’
She beams up at me, her eyes dancing like she has just won the lottery before her smile begins to fade and becomes overwhelmed by emotion.
I pull her into my chest and she relaxes against me. ‘What is it?
‘You make me feel wanted,’ she whispers
‘That’s because you are.’
As the doors open, I lead her through the grand glass foyer and as I pick up my pace she struggles to keep up.
‘Why are we going so quickly?’
‘Because we’re going home and I’m going to show you just how much you are wanted.’
Beth
This is everything you read about in books and see in the movies, two bodies writhing together, covered in sweat, from endless hours of love making. Now I know it’s possible, because it’s happening to me. My hand slips from behind James’ shoulder as I struggle to keep my grip. I lift my body and grind against him, his cock, hard inside me and it’s deep, oh so deep and I don’t think that sex has ever been this intense. Sensing my frustration, he rolls us until I’m on my back and he’s nestled firmly between my legs.
‘You want more, don’t you?’ he pants as he stares deep into my eyes.
‘I don’t know if I can take more.’
His hands raise to the headboard and he spreads his legs wide against the mattress.
‘You tell me if this is too much.’ His voice is sincere and in an almost ironic sense, tender.
As he begins to thrust, the air is knocked from my lungs. He’s giving me everything he has left with the assistance of the headboard for leverage. I clutch hold of the bedding, desperately searching for control. But there’s nothing. He has it all and he has me completely.
‘Jesus, Beth, you blow my mind.’
I blow his mind? I’m lying here being fucked into incoherence. If anyone’s mind is blown, it’s mine.
‘I can’t hold it, James. I can’t.’
‘Good, I’m glad you can’t hold it. Come for me.’
Then it hits me. Orgasms usually build up slowly over time, you know when they’re near, but this, with James, is something else. He continues to drive me into the mattress as I descend from my high and feel the familiar tensing of his muscles, signalling he’s about to join me in his release. As he takes my lips with his own, his breath quivers and it’s the first hint of vulnerability he’s shown me between the sheets. He nestles his head firmly in the crook of my neck as his body relaxes against me. I don’t know what it is, but something feels different.
