Page 70 of Locke

I feel Livia tightening around me again, her nails dragging lines down my back.She goes rigid and clenches around me and comes apart a second time with a hoarse cry of release.It produces an immediate reaction and pleasure explodes within me.I pound the orgasm into her, a sound tearing out of me that doesn’t sound human at all.

It goes on and on, waves of exquisite pleasure until I’m completely empty and boneless.

I spare her the weight of my body, immediately rolling off the bed to dispose of the condom.She’s silent as I walk into the main bath to do my thing and silent when I come back out.

She watches me from the bed, looking replete and well-fucked.I want to climb back in with her and ask her what’s going on in that head of hers right now, but I’m afraid I won’t like the answer, so I hold my tongue.

I wonder if I should get dressed and go, but Livia pats the mattress beside her.“Come get back in bed for a little bit.”

I cock an eyebrow at her.

“Come on,” she repeats, giving it another pat.“I’m not sure my legs will work right now, but I do intend at some point to finish dinner and feed you.”

Now that I could get on board with.I am starved, and where’s the harm in climbing into bed with a naked woman?

I slip in beside her and she comes to me naturally, settling her head on my chest.I pull the sheet up over us and let my fingers gently stroke the skin at her hip.

“I liked seeing you out there today,” she says.

I keep my hand moving slowly, gliding it up her back.“Out where?”

“The turf.The circuit.The sleds.Ring a bell?”

I don’t say anything, because I know she doesn’t want to reminisce about the competition but rather the camaraderie.

“You were actually in it,” she continues.“With them.Not just going through the motions.I’m proud of you.”

I look at the ceiling and the patterns of light that shift when cars go by.

“They’re good men,” she says, and I know she’s testing out my mood with her words.

“They’re all right,” I admit.

“They’re not looking to take anything from you.They just—” She stops, clearly searching for the right words.“They want to know you… that’s all.”

“Livia,” I say in warning.

“I’m just saying—”

“You’re getting close to something we agreed you wouldn’t get close to.”

She shifts against my chest, and I can feel her thinking.“We’re not in a session.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“We’re in my bed.After mind-blowing orgasms.I thought the circumstances might be conducive to a different kind of conversation.”

I can’t help but snort.“What made you think that?”

“Orgasms are relaxing.Men tend to be more cuddly and vulnerable after they get off.”

I look down at the top of her head.“I can assure you I don’t have a vulnerable bone in my body, no matter how fucking good that orgasm was.”

I feel her smile against me.“It really was good, right?”

“Better than good,” I assure her and hope this lighthearted banter signifies the end of her nosiness.

I can’t be that lucky though.