The Office Party

Part 44

Diana often gets quite into it when she's using a toy – likes to express her controlling side. Can be inclined to be a bit more robust in her lovemaking. Which is fine usually – all part of the rich palette of love, and all that, and I like a bit of hard and fast as much as the next girl, now and again. This time, she's a good deal rougher than she's usually been with me before, and she keeps going for a long time. She certainly doesn't let the small matter of my climaxes stop her, simply switches position (either hers or mine) and starts again. Again, nothing to worry (or complain) about there particularly, although I certainly know I've been given what Michelle would call a "proper seeing-to", afterwards.

I stretch out against her in the bed and feel the ache of satisfaction spread out through me as we cuddle. Lying in her arms in the afterglow is quite often one of the best bits, although I'm certainly going to feel that little session in my muscles tomorrow, I think. Her body feels yet more relaxed and mellow than my own, and I wonder if she got even more out of it than I did. It's a possibility that's never occurred to me before, but it would make me very happy if it were true. 'Better now?' I murmur jokingly into her hair.

She stares at me for a moment or two, surprisingly seriously. There's a slight sheen to her eyes but even as I notice it, and before I can think about it properly, she blinks and looks away, then clears her throat softly. 'Mmmm. Thank you, Fiona.'

I twist round in the bed to lie more comfortably and stroke her hand where it's resting on my side. I move it round onto my stomach. She moves on to her side behind me as well, and we spoon for a while. 'You know, Diana...of all the lovers I've had...' I feel her tense slightly behind me and hear her breathe in sharply. I smile to myself. 'Don't worry. It's not like I've had loads anyway.' She nuzzles my neck and I like the little kisses she plants in my hair. I squeeze her hand where it's resting on my navel. 'I was going to say: with you, this side of things is just so much better. No comparison.'

She's silent for a moment or two. 'The sex, you mean?'

'Mmm-hmm. It's like you understand me, understand my body, without me ever having to say anything much to you. It's so good, every time.'

She clears her throat. 'Yes. It hasn't escaped my notice that we seem to have a connection.'

'It's more than that, I think,' I say. I'm not sure what I mean, and take a moment or two to consider. 'I mean, anyone can have a connection.' I wave my hand vaguely around the room, then rest it back on hers and stroke her fingers. 'You wouldn't end up in bed together at all if you didn't.' I feel her very still behind me, but carry on through my thoughts. 'I think what I mean is...well, it's like we were made for each other. Like our bodies fit together so perfectly, instinctively, naturally. Like it's inevitable, almost.' I pause and feel her body taut behind me. 'Do you know what I mean?'

She takes what feels like a long time to answer. 'Yes, Fiona. I do.' There's a slight hoarseness to her voice and she clears her throat again. I twist my head round to look at her and if I didn't know Diana better I'd think there was a hint of moisture in her eyes. She shifts out from behind me and sits up on the edge of the bed. She runs a hand gently over my shoulder and arm. 'I should get on. Sorry.'

I touch her hand. 'All right.'

She gets up and dresses quickly while I turn over in bed and pack away the stuff we've used. She leans in and kisses me quickly as she fastens her jeans. 'I'm sorry, Fiona. It's just I have so much to do at the moment...'

'It's fine.' I stretch out in bed again. 'I'll be down in a bit, though. I'm still not sure I can walk just yet, after what you've done to me.'

She smirks for a moment, then gazes at me. 'You are lovely.'

I push her away. 'Go on. Get stuff done.'

***

Most of the next week, I actually spend at Diana's. We hadn't planned it like that, but when I ring her on Monday night she admits that she's been so busy that she hasn't eaten since the morning. I tell her off, then go straight round and make her an omelette while she works. At ten o'clock I succeed in dragging her away from the computer on the basis that she likes to watch the news.

She dozes off halfway through, so I have to gently encourage her into bed, after which I make a move to go home. She decides it's too late for me to be wandering through town alone, though, and persuades me to stay the night. For once, while we cuddle in bed, she goes more or less straight to sleep.

However, I deliberately set the alarm on my phone for about dawn on Tuesday, and gently kiss her mouth and face to wake her up when it goes off. I've moved down to her breasts when I feel her move a hand drowsily and rub my back. 'Fiona? What are you doing?'

I glance up and see she's still got her eyes closed. Under the duvet I move my knee to push her thighs apart, and I run the back of my hand over the inside of her leg. 'For a clever woman, you do ask some stupid questions sometimes, Diana. What does it feel like?' I run my lips over her rapidly stiffening nipple.

'Hnnngph.' Her hips push up slightly as my hand moves between her thighs. 'What time is it?'

'Better question.' I feel her fingers comb through my hair and shiver with pleasure. 'Early enough. If you're interested.' I stretch myself against her, enjoying the feel of her warm body under me, and nuzzle her neck with my lips. It doesn't really matter if she doesn't want to do anything much, it's lovely enough to just lie against her. Under the duvet I move my hand away and stroke her thigh instead.

She shoves her hand under the duvet and takes mine, moving it back between our legs. Her mouth finds mine, and her kiss is more urgent than I expect. I giggle in surprised pleasure and she grunts in arousal as my fingertips begin to probe her wet heat.

~

Afterwards, we shower together, before she drives us to work via my house so I can get a change of clothes.

During the day I offer to come round again that night, and she surprises me by only arguing for a few minutes. Later that afternoon, she actually goes all out and suggests I stay at hers for a few days. I go home after work and pack a bag with a few days' worth of things, then effectively move into Diana's flat for the week, so I can keep her fed and watered while she's working her long hours.

That night, I make her take an hour's break while we eat and talk about other things, and another half an hour or so to watch the news, but the rest of the time she works in her home office, or wades through the pile of files next to her armchair. At my bedtime, I get up from where I've been reading on the sofa and cross to her chair. She strokes my hip lightly while I kiss the top of her head and tell her I'm going to bed. She rests her head on my chest for a second and snakes her arm round my waist. She tells me not to wait up, although she hopes not to be long. We kiss softly, then I take myself off to bed.

I read in bed too, and am still awake when she slides quietly beneath the covers next to me and puts the bedside lamp out. We kiss again, then cuddle in the darkness. 'You're naked,' she whispers, sounding surprised.

'Yep.' I push my hair over my shoulder, out of our faces, and stretch myself out against her side. 'So are you.'

She strokes my back gently and we kiss some more. 'I can't, tonight, Fiona. I'm too tired.'

'OK, that's fine. We can just snuggle.' I shift around in her arms so we can lie close together and be comfortable. I rest my head on her shoulder and enjoy the way she unconsciously strokes my hair. 'We've got all the time we want, anyway, haven't we?'

'Mmmm.' Her lips kiss the top of my head and she squeezes me tighter a little. In the comfortable quiet that follows, I hear her breathing slow and feel her body relax. When she tries to speak again, her voice is drowsy. 'Fiona? I want to say...you...er...I...'

I kiss her cheek and put one of my fingers gently to her lips. 'Tell me tomorrow.'

Shortly afterwards I feel her body slide deeper into sleep, and I make myself more comfortable in the bed and prepare to drift off too. The last thing I remember thinking is that I'd rarely been any happier.