Page 13 of Cupid Calamity

‘Laurie, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come.’

She put her hands on his chest, pushing him backwards until his legs hit the sofa.

‘Sit.’

He sat with a thump. She grabbed her bag, unzipped an inner pocket and pulled out a crumpled condom packet. She peered at the back.

‘Please tell me it’s not expired,’ he asked, hoarsely.

She smiled at him, then ripped it open with her teeth. ‘We’ve got a month.’

His head fell back. ‘I’m not going to last a minute.’

Happiness sparkled up inside her and burst out in a smile. She unfurled the condom over his length, biting her lip to contain a giggle as he groaned. She straddled him, pulled her panties to one side, and sank down with a sigh. He was so deliciously thick inside her and she yearned for more. She lifted up, then dropped back down.

‘Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck, Laurie!’

She laughed with joy and continued to move. She’d never felt so confident, so beautiful, so desired. Ben was staring at her with wild intensity, his hands gripping her hips, his neck corded with tension. She undid a button on her top, exposing more of her cleavage and his eyes bugged out. She lifted her hips up, paused, then dropped down as she popped another button.

‘Laurie.’ His voice was tight, as if he was teetering on the cliff edge of losing it.

She wanted to push him off.

Before she could second guess herself, she undid the final buttons, unclipped the front fastening of her bra and let her large breasts spill free.

The noise Ben made sent a thrill through her. It was the cry of a man being sexed to death. He fell on her breasts, sucking and pinching her nipples.

‘Ben! Oh god, yes!’

As before, there was no subtlety, no slow build-up. He discovered what made her body sing, then cranked the volume up to eleven. She held his head to her chest as she moved faster, feeling the coiling pleasure building again. A zing ran through her clit as his fingers circled it. Her heart was pounding, increasing the pressure until every cell was primed to explode. Her climax detonated with sudden ferocity, her muscles clamping around his cock, as he pumped harder inside her. He followed her over with a yell, a guttural cry of victory, submission, and ultimate release.

Time seemed suspended as they made their way slowly back to earth. Laurie felt simultaneously languid and energised, and wholly alive. She peppered kisses across his forehead, then down his cheeks to his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her, as if he never wanted to let go, then drew his head back and looked at her.

‘Woman. Will you marry me?’ he squawked.

Laurie let out a peal of laughter that didn’t stop. She was utterly, completely and deliriously happy.

‘Although I’m going to have to take your last name,’ he added.

She managed to control her giggles and raised an eyebrow. ‘Why? What’s your surname?’

‘Driver. If you took mine, you’d be Laurie Driver.’

She snorted, then mentally paired his name with her surname and howled with laughter.

‘What is it? What’s your surname? It can’t be worse than that?’

‘It’s Dover,’ she guffawed. ‘You’d be Ben Dover.’

His head jerked back. ‘Woah. That’s a lot to take in.’ Then he wiggled his eyebrows and smiled. ‘I’ll do it. It’s like losing a pound and winning Euro Millions.’

She kissed him, feeling suddenly shy. ‘You’re amazing.’

‘You’re the amazing one. Tell me, how did a Liverpudlian goddess end up in Somerset?’

‘I went to Butlins on holiday when I was twenty and fell for someone from here. He got me a job at the company where he worked, and when we split up, he left and I stayed. I love the countryside around here, and if I ran back to Liverpool it would be as if I’d failed. I also have a really soft spot for the owner of the company.’

‘A soft spot?’