His American Fling (24 page)

I started to unbutton his top, so he sat up and undid the cuffs, occasionally stopping to take my face in his hands and kiss me.  By the time we got his shirt off, I was sopping wet, ready to feel his thighs up against mine.  I took off my top as he turned his attention to the zipper on my skirt. It was off wit
hin seconds.  He gently deposited me on the couch while he stood up, slipped off his shoes, unbuckled his belt and opened his zipper. His trousers appeared to melt off of him, sliding slowly down to the floor.

Campbell looked
down at me then pulled down his boxers to reveal an impressive erection. I pulled my panties down and kicked them off. They went flying over the couch.  Purposefully bringing my left knee up, I let my right leg fall off the side of the couch, giving him ample room for penetration. He kneeled between my legs, spread my folds and bent down to pleasure me with his tongue. I wanted him inside so I pulled on his shoulders to bring him up to my face. He complied, lifting up and over me, our warm bodies touching, and our skin on fire. 

Campbell’s blue eyes looked deep into mine as he grabbed his organ and
teased me by pushing inside only slightly and then teasing smiling mischievously as he played with my desire. I pushed down, causing him to inch further inside. He pushed up on his wrists then stabbed deep inside me, pushing my body up and my head into the couch arm. I had as much of him inside that I could take. He began to slowly slide in and out, in and out. I grabbed him with my muscles and heard a deep, guttural groan of pleasure escape from inside of him.

“Maggie, you feel so good.” 

I reached up and touched his face, our eyes locked together. “Do it, Campbell, do it, now.”

That’s all it took. He started slamming in and out of me, my head bouncing against the arm of the couch as he did.
His eyes were glued to my breasts which bobbed as he plunged into me like a jackhammer. I could hear his flesh slapping against me. The sex was, hard, raw and throbbing. When he came it was accompanied my several deep grunts and then he collapsed, our sweaty bodies clinging to each other. I moved onto my side so that he would have room to lie down on the couch.

A generous lover, Campbell knew I hadn’t come.
Campbell moved onto his side, slipping his hand down between my legs. When he felt inside of me he let out a deep breath. “My God I just left you quite a deposit.” I knew by the tone of his voice that there was more to come on that issue, but for now he found my clit and took command of it. Within minutes, my whole body was flushing with a rush of blood to my skin. My legs and abdomen tightened, my vagina was clamping down around his fingers. The electricity of the orgasm rushed through me several times until I could take no more.  I collapsed back, closing my legs to prevent him from touching me.

Lying there, we stroked each other’s back and arms, both of us wanting that connection with the other. I wasn’t quite as drunk as when we started and neither was he.  There was really nothing to say, we had both wanted the release so badly, it controlled us.

Finally, Campbell looked at me, “We’re going to hell, aren’t we Maggie?”

“You mean Gemma and Henry?”

He nodded.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, I hadn’t wanted to think about it so soon, but he was right.  We had to decide what this meant.

I sighed. “We just made a huge mistake, didn’t we?”

He looked back and forth between my eyes, trying to find something in them, “Did we?  Do you think this was a mistake?”

“I think we probably should have figured this out before you got between my legs.”

“Ah, well put. You’re right, but we didn’t. Now what?” 

I loved having his naked body touching mine, our arms holding on to each other. He was warm, hairy and smelled like a very masculine woodsy musk.  My breasts pushed into him, his warm thigh and leg were draped over mine. Wherever our bodies touched, we were wet and hot. I really didn’t want to think about how wrong this was. I just wanted to enjoy it.

“Do you feel guilty?” he asked.

“Of course I do. You’re dating Gemma and I’m supposed to be dating Henry. I’m not completely immoral.”

He reached over and kissed me gently on my lips.  Stroking my hair, he whispered,
“Would it be a crime if I tell you that I miss this?”

I closed my eyes and sighed. “You’re confusing me.”

He leaned in and kissed me again. “I’m confused too. I don’t know what I want or what to do.”

I nodded, I understood too well. But he wasn’t doing anything that helped us resolve the question that sat like a huge boulder between us. “Just tell me, are you going to leave Gemma?”

He looked at me so longingly, I thought he’d just say ‘yes,’ but he didn’t.  In that moment I knew—he couldn’t leave her, wouldn’t leave her, or he didn’t know how to leave her. I felt like the fool I was. I pulled back from him, sat up and jumped over his legs to get off the couch.

“Maggie!  Don’t!”

I started grabbing my clothes off the floor, running up the stairs to my bedroom. He was fast behind me. I tried to slam the door closed, but he was right there, the door flying open as it bounced off his hands.

“Mags, I know you want me to give you an answer, but I can’t just give important, life changing answers that fast. Emotionally, right at this moment, all I want is to be with you. 
But, the ramifications are huge. I not only hurt Gemma, but I hurt Henry, my closest friend. In addition, what do I do when you go home to the USA?  I have to be the one to live with all of this.”

Shaking and weeping, I could hear myself scream, “You and Henry are a pair. You each have your Achilles’ heel. Yours is Gemma and his is this Sophia. Which reminds me, why is he in London with Sophia and
why are you here?”

He stepped back, absurdly still naked, “You read my e-mail, didn’t you?”

I was exhausted. “Yes, I read it.  I didn’t start out to read it, but when I went to use your computer to print my paper, the e-mail popped up. Okay, I’m horrible. I breached your privacy. I’m sorry.  But, who is Sophia?”

He sat down on the edge of the bed, letting his torso fall back on the comforter.  Putting his arms over his eyes, he heaved a heavy sigh, “Sophia was Henry’s
fiancée. She broke it off two years ago because she complained that he was in love with someone else. He had a hard time dealing with it.  He went out and started serial dating.”

“Am I one of his serial dates?”

He uncovered his eyes and looked at me. “I really don’t know. He seems to be genuinely fond of you, but how fond, I don’t know. I do know that as soon as Sophia showed up, he canceled his plans to invite you to the wedding this weekend. Henry acts like a ‘Hoorah Henry’, but in reality, he’s very sober, extremely bright. He keeps his real feelings pretty close to the vest.”

“But he chose not to take me this weekend to the wedding.”

“I know. We had an argument when I got to London.”

“About what?”

He rose up on his elbows. “It doesn’t matter. Rather than cause more problems, I came home.”

“Yes, you came home--without Gemma.” I said with commitment.

He looked embarrassed. “She refused to leave with me, said I was being childish fighting with Henry over—”  He stopped himself and swallowed. “She said she would see me tomorrow.”  He turned on his side and faced me as I sat down, my torso propped up on pillows. “How do you want this to play out?” He asked.

I knew the ball would be thrown back in my court.  Men aren’t very decisive when it comes to figuring out emotional dilemmas, especially if they have to play the bad guy.

“Well, how I
want
it to play out and how it
probably
will play out are two different things.” I moved back down the bed and into his arms again. When his warm, masculine arms slipped over my body, I felt safe again. I knew logically that this was ridiculous. I wasn’t safe. In fact, after our little escapade, I was swimming in the sea of doomed relationships without a life jacket. He kissed me on my forehead and sighed, giving me a slight squeeze as he did. I nuzzled his chest, smelling his musk and a hint of his familiar cologne. I wanted it to stay this way. 

“I won’t tell you what I want, but I will tell you how it will probably play out.  We’ll have this one night, this one little reminder of what was good between us.  And then tomorrow you’ll wake up and take a good look at me.  I’m a middle class American woman from California.  I don’t sound, look, or act like you or any of your friends.  I’m incompetent at the social graces required to run in your circles. In essence, I’m probably what you, Campbell Adair needs personally, but I’ll never be what you need to navigate your life as part of the upper class. So, you’ll go back to Gemma and I’ll go back to law school. I’ll date Henry or maybe I won’t. But, I’ll soon go home and practice law back in the States and you’ll finally
marry Gemma, have some little Earls and go on your merry way.”

“Christ, you don’t think much of me, do you? You really think I’d choose the appropriate woman over the woman I wanted?”

I noted that he didn’t say “loved.” But it didn’t matter, he was too afraid to say anything that deep right now, not until he knew what he was going to do. “I think that you’re going to be the Earl of Falkirk soon and you’ll need a woman who can help you pass through those waters. I’m hopeless; I don’t even have a paddle.”

“Maggie, those things can be learned.  You’re incredibly intelligent, you underestimate your abilities.”

“You say these things, but you know I’m right. You know that Gemma has the social graces I lack.”  We both went quiet, “I tell you what, let’s table this discussion and just enjoy our night together. I love having the feel of your body next to me.”

I felt him exhale as if the pain was leaving his body in one woosh of breath. “Let’s go to my room, it’s warmer in there.”

We got up and walked down the hall, pulled the covers back and Campbell climbed inside the blankets. I did a little bump and grind as I took off my clothes again, earning a lot of grins and leers from Campbell. He finally held out his arm for me to join him in bed.  Picking up the covers, I could see he had enjoyed the little strip tease and was ready to bring the show to a climactic end.

He dragged his fingertips down my spine, sending chills over my body. I played with the hair on his chest until he slid closer to me, pressing his hardness up against my body.  “Maggie, you’ve got such a pretty little arse.”  He grabbed my ass with his hand, fondling it while we kissed, his tongue slowly running across my bottom teeth and then lightly touching the tip of my tongue. 

Taking me from behind this time, our lovemaking reached a new level of passion. By the time we both climaxed, we were sopping wet and raw from the frenetic and rough sex.

After he rolled off and onto his pillow, I pulled the pillow out and then rolled over to look at him. He looked so content, like a cat with a bowl of evaporated milk. I chuckled, touching his face with my hand and then leaning in to kiss his lips.  We just lay, foreheads touching, watching each other.

“Oh God, Maggie, I don’t want tomorrow to come.”

I stroked his hair. “Damn, if I just had that
Tardis
contraption, we could keep going back and doing this over.”

A slight smile crept across his otherwise sad face. “I feel like
Brokeback Mountain,
I don’t know how to stop these feelings.”

“Well, that’s not exactly the quote, but it’s the gist. Let’s get a shower.”

Turning the shower on, I heard him brushing his teeth behind me.  He was leaning on the sink when he turned and cocked his head. “You said you were going to start using contraceptives. I assume you’re on the pill?”

“No, I was given the ring to use; they said it was easier than remembering the pill each morning. Henry uses a condom and I started using the ring.”

“Oh…so, you have the ring in now?”  He sounded nervous.

“Yes, let’s see. I’m supposed to replace it every month.”  I started counting in my head, “Crap Campbell, I’ve had it in for six weeks.”

His eyes flew open. Walking over to me, his speech was rapid and high pitched, “You’re supposed to have it in for three weeks and then out for a week so that you have your period!”

“Don’t you think I know that?  But I’ve been sick and busy!  I just forgot!  It’ll still work, won’t it?”

“Don’t be daft! The hormones in the ring have probably been depleted. Have you had a period?”

“I had some spotting a few weeks ago, but they warned me that I might have some.”

“Maggie, do you want me to get you the morning after pill?”  He asked a little too eagerly.

I was less eager since I would be the one going through the cramping that comes with the pill. “Sure, if you want.”

Getting into the shower, he seemed relaxed again, knowing that with a wave of his pen and a prescription pad, the problem was solved. I soaped his body down and shampooed his hair. He did the same for me.  Before getting out, he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me joyfully, the way you do when you haven’t seen someone you care about for a long time. We kissed and then toweled off, I brushed my teeth before crawling in bed around midnight.