Unknown Diners

Chapter Twenty-Five

After a delicious dinner, they moved in to sit in front of the fire and continue the conversation there. When the grandmother clock on the wall struck ten, Catherine put her hand on Lorne's shoulder. "We should let these old folks get some sleep. We have things to do, and we need to be up early in the morning."

They confirmed the six thirty departure and had a round of hugs, then Catherine led Lorne up the stairs. "You'll have to make up for lost time." She pulled him along the hallway to her room. "You're behind schedule with your top-ups."

She opened her room door, and he followed her in. "Wow, this is nice. Huge. This is what you moved into from Cypress?"

"No, my first bedroom was much simpler, very much simpler. All the energy was spent upgrading the winery, and we moved into the old trailer the previous owner had lived in. I was halfway through high school before Dad finished the house."

"It appears as if you still sleep here. So neat and tidy."

"Mum came up to clean, make the bed, put fresh towels in the ensuite. Arrange it while you and I were preparing dinner."

They headed across the room, both leaving a trail of clothing on the rug as they went. He helped her out of her panties at the foot of the bed, and they merged in a tangled hug, hands and lips exploring. At his urging, she sat on the edge of the bed and lay back to welcome his tongue and hands.

"This isn't about making me pop," she sighed. "It's about getting me pregnant." Nonetheless, she relented, and he continued.

Lorne freed his mouth for a moment. "This has been on my mind all afternoon. Fantasising." He resumed where he had left off, his hands now finding her breasts. Close in front of his eyes, the flat expanse of her belly began undulating while the sounds of her breathing quickened and deepened.

"Oh, my God... I don't think... I've ever come... So quickly... Your fantasising... Oh, my fuck!"

He moved up, moved in, and felt her waning pulses as they rolled on the bed together. "It's been a long time," he said between kisses.

"Even in my steamiest novels, you don't exist. I'd never dare write you, you'd never get past the editors. Oh, my God."

When she had calmed, he rolled onto his back with her, still attached, and pivoted her halfway around into a cross. She caught on and swung a leg around, then continued the turn and rose onto her knees to straddle him, her back to him. He held her waist and guided her as she began churning while slowly moving up and down.

"Wonderful view of the action from here. I love the movement of your folds." He ran a hand forward past their junction, pausing to play with her lips before ending on her clit.

She hung her head down to watch his length move in and out. "Your turn, Lorne... You need to... Come now... Oh, fuuuu..."

She collapsed forward, hugged his calves and kissed his feet as she convulsed. He sat up to stroke her back as she continued her heavy breathing. "Hair-trigger," she panted. "Hah, it's the men who... Who're supposed to have." She continued panting, though lighter now.

"Hair-trigger? Okay, this time, I'll peel it before we start. I'll show you a real hair-trigger." He chuckled as he sat, extended his hand to her neck and lightly pulsed it.

She bent her head over to squeeze his hand. "Fuck do I ever want your baby." She moved up into a squat and did deep knee bends above him as he lay back on the stacked pillows, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. "Forget me, Lorne. Peel it. Now."

Within half a minute he erupted inside her, muffling his howl not to disturb Michael and Rachel. He collapsed back onto the bed, and she laid back on him, still gently rocking her hips. He reached around, found her mound and slowly moved it in circles while his other hand cupped a breast.