Margot never thought she'd say it, but she had liked "new Eddie" better when they were actually planning the wedding together. What had once seemed like a scary series of meetings to plan her future now seemed lighthearted, even fun, compared to the excessive worrying he spent all his time doing now.

"I swear, if he asks me about my blood pressure one more time…" she muttered to herself as she approached the door to his new apartment. Then again, maybe she wasn't just talking to herself. She touched her stomach, feeling as she so often did for the growing bump and the baby that lay beneath. She had mostly maintained her figure so far—probably owing to the fact that she could only keep down half of the food she ate anymore. Only her boobs seemed to have gotten significantly larger, and Margot wasn't complaining on that front. She was filling out her T-shirts and dresses in a way her slender frame had never allowed her to do before, and she could tell from the appreciative glances she was getting on the street that she looked good.

But there was only one pair of eyes she wanted looking at her that way. And it was the thought of seeing them again that kept drawing her back in. All it had taken was a text of invitation from Eddie to get her out the door. She could endure his poking and prodding, she decided, if he would just keep looking at her like he had in recent days.

It was a beautiful evening in New York; warm, almost muggy. She thought she had arrived at the right address in the complex, but checked her texts from Eddie to be sure. She had only ever visited him at his brownstone before. When she was satisfied that she had the right place—and after checking her lipstick off the reflection in her phone—Margot breathed in a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Eddie pulled it open almost as soon as she had retracted her fist. Margot blinked rapidly in surprise. He looked...not at all how she had expected him to look. His auburn hair was damp and slicked-back, and he was wearing a white fluffy robe. Had he really just gotten out of the shower this late in the evening? Had he forgotten she was coming over? He was the one who had extended the invitation! Maybe some of the old Eddie still existed beneath this new responsible exterior after all. She didn’t know whether to run for the hills or breathe a much-needed sigh of relief.

"How's your blood pressure?" His handsome face hovered so close she thought he would kiss her hello, and was sorely disappointed when he didn’t. “Did you find the place okay? Want to sit down?”

"I'm fine.” Margot brushed past him, keeping her wrists out of the way of his hands. He had made it a habit in recent days of seizing hold of her and checking her pulse against his watch, the way the doctor had taught him, and she didn’t want him to alarm himself needlessly. Her heart always beat too rapidly when he was around. “This new place is amazing! What happened to the brownstone?"

“I'm renting both to test things out. I always wanted a bit more space.” Eddie crossed his arms, something he usually did when he wanted to emphasize his biceps, but the robe made him look like a benevolent wizard. Margot’s eyebrows shot up at his answer, and he gestured for her to continue into the apartment. “Come on! I’ll give you the tour.”

Margot followed him down the hallway, running her fingers along the walls and stopping to peer into rooms. “Wow, Eddie, this layout is incredible! There’s enough space here to fit three families. You really scored with this one.”

“I thought you might like it." Eddie was beside her shoulder, an over-attentive, fluffy white guardian angel. He certainly looked as if he could fly off the balcony in those sleeves. Margot turned, and was surprised when she bumped into him. His robe fell open a little, and her hands came up to brace themselves against the pie slice of chest their collision exposed. Eddie grunted with surprise, and brought his own hands up to stabilize her shoulders.

God, his pecs were out of this world. She didn’t move her hands from their fixed position, but allowed her fingers to linger along the tight swell of muscle, reveling in her memories of what they had felt like flexing as he surged atop her. Her face warmed, and she had a feeling she was blushing. Margot’s father hadn’t raised her to be a crier, and he certainly hadn’t raised her to be a blusher, but she seemed to be doing a lot of both recently in the privacy of her own apartment. She was pretty sure hormones were to blame. She certainly blamed them for her body’s response to Eddie now.

She hadn’t accepted his invitation with any expectation of becoming...intimate. Sometimes, standing back to watch Eddie schedule every appointment and take charge of their to-do lists, Margot had a sinking feeling thoughts of sex were the furthest thing from his mind. Maybe she was the dirty pervert now, always privately replaying the steamier moments of their one-night stand and aching for a repeat. She couldn’t get too near him most days without feeling flushed beneath the collar and between the legs.

Except when he insisted on taking her blood pressure.

“Sorry. I really do want to give you space if you need it. Now, and...at other times.” His hands, so warm and strong-fingered, ran up and down her shoulders. The gentle friction shouldn’t have been enough to excite her, but it was.

"I don't want space from you." Margot flushed at her own words, before recovering enough to offer him a little half-smile that was several degrees cooler than the rest of her. “But isn’t this just a tad bit more expensive than what you're used to paying?” She was only poking fun at him, of course. If she was turning into the filthy-minded one, then Eddie Jameson was at least as equally filthy rich. She was surprised he had kept the brownstone for so long already, considering he had spent the last few years traveling to the next exotic locale. She wondered if anchoring himself to a new apartment, and a new situation, scared him at all.

Eddie grinned down at her. "I think I can afford it."

She returned his smile with a teasing one of her own. “Guess you’re right. My dad is one of your clients, after all.”

She leaned in for a kiss, but pulled up short. Eddie’s expression was odd in the aftermath of her remark. It wasn’t the first time she had teased him about their families’ business connection, but he looked as stunned now as if she had slapped him. Before she could puzzle over what his look meant, and decide whether or not to apologize for crossing some unknown line, Eddie sighed and passed a hand over his face. When he returned to her, he was smiling once more.

“Come on. Come check out the private roof deck. But before you do—” Eddie crossed to the kitchen table. He pulled an identical white robe from the back of a chair and tossed it to her with a grin. Margot caught it

“Matching outfits already?” she joked. “I thought we had a decade at least before we reached that point.”

“I’m a fast mover.” Eddie’s smile broadened, and Margot’s heart sped yet again at the sight of his Adonis-like features beaming down on her. What the heck was with her recently? This was Eddie Jameson, the kid she had known since diapers, the exasperating guy she had seen stumble awkwardly through his teenage years and come out on the other side accidently looking like a yachting magazine model. He wasn't some gorgeous stranger worth getting star-struck over!

“You certainly weren’t a fast mover when it came to me,” she mused.

“Are you referring to how long I last in the bedroom?" Eddie schooled his expression, as if they were discussing something as mundane as the meeting minutes. Margot smothered an answering giggle with her hand. Get a grip, Margot. She was so not the type of girl to usually be charmed by innuendo, especially not when it was such low-hanging fruit for a clever guy like Eddie, but she couldn't help it. He had a way of making her feel like a teenager again...

So long as he didn't bring up the wedding. Or her doctor's appointments. Or her blood pressure.

“Here. Check it out.” He invited her into the kitchen, and Margot followed. “I’ve got everything set up for a relaxing night in.”

He wasn’t joking. He had already filled two steaming ceramic tea bowls with what smelled like authentic green tea. There was a beautiful crystalline pitcher of ice water sweating beside a pyramid of warm, rolled towels. “I was almost expecting a blood pressure cuff,” she joked as Eddie handed her one of the mugs of tea. “What is all this?”

“I told you already. But if you're curious about the robe, put it on, and I’ll show you.”

Margot raised an eyebrow. "Is that the gentleman's way of asking me to strip?"

Eddie's cheeks colored beneath his tan. She had always known what buttons to push to make the infamous Blush-Inducer himself heat up. "I mean...nice as that outfit is," he punctuated his compliment with an approving look, "you're going to have to get out of those clothes somehow if you want to see what I have planned. If you want me to stick around..."

Of all the nights to corner him! Margot wanted nothing more than to put on her favorite R&B mix and show him the sultry moves she had been too wasted and horny to properly execute the first time. In fact, if memory served, Eddie had been the one to tear away her clothes in an impatient whirlwind the last time they found themselves in this promising position.

But Margot couldn't bring herself to be bold now, and she hated herself for it. She fingered the soft fabric of the robe as she tried to summon from the reserve of courage she usually had in surplus. Looks like she had spent it all on wedding planning and baby logistics. No way Eddie would look at her the way he was looking at her now the moment she removed her clothes and he saw her changing body. Her boobs may look killer, but she was all too aware that she was beginning to get extra padding elsewhere. Maybe she could pull off not looking totally pregnant if she wore the right things, but for how much longer?

It was probably safer to err on the side of being a prude.

Margot offered him her best crooked smile. "Somehow I don't think Zelma would approve," she said.

Eddie chuckled. "You know I think she wanted to take a bite out of me? I can't decide if it was in a good way. Anyway, in honor of our favorite changing room chaperones, I will demur."

"As will I." She waited until Eddie's back was turned to let her disappointed look out of the cage. She reminded herself that this was the right decision. There might have been a time when she wanted Eddie Jameson to see her naked, but it wasn't now. As soon as she felt certain he wouldn't peek, Margot shimmied out of her clothes and engulfed herself in the robe. It was hard to feel too badly when you were wearing something that felt like it could have been fashioned from a cloud captured above some distant, exotic coast. She breathed in the smell of fabric softened appreciatively as Eddie led her outside.

“Oh, Eddie.”

She was surprised she could get even those two simple words out. The view from the apartment’s rooftop was the most fantastic she had ever seen – and as an architect, Margot had stood on a lot of New York rooftops. There were no neighboring complexes as tall as theirs, and she could see all the way out to the velvet blue of New York Harbor unobstructed. The Statue of Liberty arose on its island, bright green against the backdrop and in defiant miniature at a distance. Above them, the evening sky was a gorgeous cobalt gradient without a single cloud obstructing its face. At her feet, candles. Eddie had arranged twenty, thirty...maybe fifty candles, all perched on tiny white saucers, and not a single one had snuffed itself out. Margot gazed around herself at the flickering field of fire. This is so not up to code, she thought. She raised her hands to her mouth to hide her expanding, elated smile at the sight.

"I paid extra for the unit with private rooftop access," Eddie mentioned. His eyes shone as he watched her.

"Eddie, this is incredible," she enthused. "All of it."

“And there's a full moon tonight,” Eddie mentioned. As if the bright, silver sphere lording over it all wasn’t the least bit self-evident. Margot did laugh then. She wanted to spin around beneath it with her head thrown to the sky, like she had back when they were kids. You know what? Fuck it. She flung her arms wide and turned in place, as if she hoped to fit the entire, incredible view in an embrace.

"Eddie, this is amazing," she said seriously.

"I did good?" He looked at her like a puppy dog awaiting a treat to prove it, but there was a spark of self-aware humor in his eyes.

"You did good," she assured. When she found she couldn't easily pull her gaze from his, she managed to break off by nodding toward the yoga mats. "I didn't exactly come dressed for...whatever it is you have in store."

"That's the great thing about naked yoga," Eddie said as he shrugged out of his robe. "No dress code."

Oh my God. Margot tried not to let her jaw too obviously drop as Eddie sprang not one, but two, very big surprises on her in the same instant. In all honesty, she probably should have seen this coming. Of course Eddie would be into naked yoga. What did she think the robe was for? She supposed she had been expecting something like an intimate couples' massage, but this...this...

This involved Eddie Jameson. Naked. Standing in front of her. She shouldn't have been shocked by it, considering that clothes hadn't exactly been an active ingredient when it came to conceiving this surprise pregnancy. Still, her night with Eddie had been a lust-fueled, alcohol-laden blur – by the end of it, she had been barely able to remember where her body began and his ended, which meant that she hadn't exactly paused to get a proper eyeful of him.

Eddie's body was standing before her in crystal-clear definition now. Everything, from his shoulders to his pecs to his calves, was corded in rock-hard muscle. He was even fitter than she had imagined him being, considering he had always proudly boasted of staying out of the gym. All that sailing really kept him in great shape.

Margot's eyes dragged downward to take in the view below his Adonis belt. She was less surprised to find that Eddie was as well-hung as she remembered. Maybe he wasn't erect now, but he certainly had plenty to work with...and work it he did. Her chest and neck heated with the recollection.

Was it her imagination, or did his cock twitch slightly beneath her gaze? She realized suddenly that she had let her robe slip down over one shoulder while she was drinking him in. Margot grimaced, and quickly pulled it back up.

Eddie gasped with faux shock. "Margot, I'm surprised at you. You're going to make me do naked yoga alone?"

"I..." She couldn't come up with an adequate defense. She dropped her eyes sheepishly and settled for something close to the truth. "I don't know, Eddie. I'm not the young filly I once was." Oh God, Margot, did you really just say that? Her wince deepened, but she couldn't take back the embarassing excuse now.

Eddie laughed. "Margie, what the hell are you talking about? You're twenty-eight, living in New York City, and you're the most gorgeous thing in any room you walk into! What do you mean you aren't 'young'? That's got to be the oldest thing I've ever heard you say!"

"I mean I'm getting fat, Eddie," Margot grumbled. "There, I said it."

Eddie's eyes descended to take her in. "You’re crazy," he said, and she could tell by his tone that he thought he was being completely honest. "Margot, have you seen yourself recently? You look sensational."

"But for how much longer?" She crossed her arms over her chest. She didn't want to double-down on her own idiotic bout of self-consciousness, but when he looked at her like that...and said the exact right charming things to her...she knew she was in danger of caving.

And would Eddie be singing the same complimentary tune once she let the robe drop?

He crossed the yoga mat to her. Margot fought the urge to turn from him. She held her ground, and let him settle his hands on her shoulders. "Look, if it makes you feel any better, I've done my research," Eddie mentioned.

"Not this again," Margot moaned.

He held up a hand. "Hear me out. Yoga is a great way to keep your stress in check, and keep your blood pressure down. Not only that, but it's a low-impact exercise, so it will help you keep that hot body of yours looking - and feeling – healthy and beautiful. Naked yoga just happens to be my favorite. And if it didn't already bear that distinction before tonight..." Eddie's eyes climbed her again, lingering for a long moment on the open collar of her robe. "...the fact that I get to do it naked with you makes it my favorite thing on earth. But only if you're comfortable," he added.

"Do you do this all the time?" Margot asked hesitantly. When Eddie nodded, her eyes narrowed. "With other women?"

"By myself," he admitted. "And I was introduced to it once at a work retreat...not that my brothers knew where it was exactly I had snuck off to." Eddie grinned. "But you’re the first person I've welcomed into my personal practice. Namaste, Margot."

"Namaste, Eddie," she returned with a little smile. She knew he had successfully sweet-talked her; still, she couldn't bring her fingers to undo the cord around her waist and begin. Eddie, seeing her hesitation, seemed to sense what was needed. His hands came around her waist slowly, and he slipped the knot open.

The heavy robe fell from her shoulders and pooled at her feet. The candlelight flickered across her bare skin the same way it licked along his. Eddie's hands smoothed up her shoulders, warming her goosebumps, and then slid down her forearms. He wouldn't bring himself to touch anything else, although he stared at her breasts openly, almost hungrily. Margot was surprised when she didn't feel shy beneath the intensity of his look; she felt invigorated.

"Shall we start with breathing?" Eddie's voice sounded strained, as if his lungs weren't quite functioning properly.

"That may be a good idea," she whispered.

"All right. Six deep breaths," he murmured. "Follow my lead."

Margot skimmed her hands along his chest. She watched, fascinated, as the muscles seemed to rise beneath her touch...as if she was the energy that inspired him to breathe. She breathed in the night air along with him, and expelled it in a sigh. She closed her eyes. As she pressed her hand to Eddie's chest, she felt one of his own hands come up to touch hers. He held it over her heart.

"Breathe," he repeated. Margot breathed.

Eddie's touch caressed lower. Her nipple, already tight from the kiss of the cool breeze, strained towards his hand. Just when she thought he would tease her by maintaining a light touch, Eddie palmed her breast and squeezed.

With her next breath, Margot sighed.

"Breathe," he said again. His voice was much closer to her this time. When her eyes fluttered open, she discovered Eddie's face mere inches from her own. "Breathe." He caught her shallow outtake of breath as he leaned in and kissed her.

Margot melted in his arms. More and more recently, she had been wanting him to kiss her like this. She almost couldn't concentrate during their encounters without first tasting the reprieve of his lips; they were too distracting in the way that they formed words, relayed research...when all she really wanted was for them to be on her. All of her. It was the only language she had found so far that could articulate how she felt around him, and Eddie spoke it in spades.

His tongue wound with hers in a sensuous dance. Margot thought the candle flames had leapt into their mouths, the way they undulated and joined together. Every breath she took, Eddie also took, gasping it into himself. She was pretty sure this wasn't the proper technique to assume when it came to yoga breathing. Her pulse beat wildly and resounded in her like a drum. She swore she could feel the heat of the fire surrounding them: every tiny pinprick suddenly joined together in her peripheral to rage like an inferno. Eddie's touch, his kiss, were the things stoking the blaze.

And Margot couldn't have cared less anymore about the fire code.

Eddie crossed his legs and drew her down with him. Margot followed, helpless to resist the pull of his dark eyes. God, she could lose herself in the way he looked at her. Eddie had always been capable of speaking unvoiced volumes in the span of a single glance; his face was an open book to anyone he chose to let read it, and there was something completely irresistible about a natural charmer like him selecting her as the sole focus of his attention. Margot had always felt that way, whether they found themselves coming together inside a crowded room, or alone and fumbling around in the dark back at his brownstone. Eddie knew how to make her feel like she was the most special person in the world to him. No one else’s opinion of her mattered as much as his did, save her own opinion of herself. With Eddie, she was safe and looked-after. She could let herself go completely.

His erection jutted proudly between his legs, nestled in a bushel of neatly-groomed curls. Margot sat astride it, never quite lowering her full weight onto him; she maintained enough space between them to give her fingers full license to run along Eddie’s treasure trail. He hissed a pleasured purr at her fleeting caresses. His cock slotted itself between her legs, and she rocked herself on it, enjoying the little thrills that shot through her every time her hips undulated forward and brought her clit into contact with his pelvis. Her hands smoothed up his chest, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Eddie gripped her waist, lightly pushing and pulling her against him in tandem with her thrusts.

She met his lips hungrily with her own. Eddie's kiss was hot and slick and deep; she had always guessed he would be a good kisser. He had been her first kiss, once upon a time, but the chaste pecks they had shared when they were children were nothing compared to the kind of kisses he lavished on her now. One, two, three sweeps and he massaged her mouth open; Margot made a breathless noise as his tongue swept past her teeth and tangled with her own. The kiss didn't endure nearly long enough to satisfy her. Almost as soon as he had memorized the taste of her, Eddie pulled back to tongue the hollow of her neck. Just as she was starting to enjoy that, he dragged his face up to nip at her chin with the edges of his teeth.

It was like their first night together all over again. Lately there had been so much emphasis on the wedding, and the baby, that Margot had almost feared what intimacy with Eddie would be like. What if it wasn't as good as she remembered? What if they weren't the slightest bit physically compatible, at all? But maybe, just maybe, it hadn't been the alcohol that had blurred her better judgement that time and caused her every sense to converge into one. Maybe it had been Eddie all along, the strength of her feelings for him, and his answering passion.

Maybe they were better together than she could have ever believed possible.

His erection strained beneath her, and his hips rose in small, questing thrusts that were becoming more and more frequent. She felt a hand fish between her legs to rub and finger and tease. She gasped and arched in his arms, and kissed every inch of his face that came within reach of her frantic lips. She mouthed the hard curve of his jaw; she let her lips drag along one rough cheek, relishing the lingering spearmint taste of his aftershave; she worshipped his temple and licked the shell of his ear. He groaned, as if her every ministration drove him closer and closer to an unseen breaking point. His fingers answered her by rubbing harder along her outer folds. He sank one into her, and when he found her already damp with anticipation, slid another in beside it. Margot rocked into the sensation, driving Eddie's fingers several joints deeper, and gave a little cry when he struck that secret node that could make the world come apart at its seams.

"Margot..." Eddie's voice was deeper than she remembered it being several seconds before. She kept kissing him fervently; she wanted to see just how husky it could get when saying her name. Eddie groaned and extracted his fingers. She tensed as he pushed her thighs wide, then…

Margot sank down onto his cock with a moan that almost sounded like a sigh of relief. She let her head fall back, and closed her eyes against even the breathtaking view of the skyline; everything she wanted in that moment was in her arms, and she wanted to experience Eddie to the utmost. She lost herself completely in the sensation of joining with him again. How had they ever let themselves be parted before?

“Feel good?” Eddie’s voice was low and coaxing, but there was a spark of the old deviousness there that she had been missing so much these past months. The fact that it would reappear now was almost too erotic for words. It was like Eddie was some kind of sensual shape-changer whose true nature was only revealed to her now that they were out in the open air, beneath the city lights and the glowing face of the moon.

Once she had settled fully in his lap, and acclimated herself to how well he filled her, Margot began to move. She no longer felt held back by her apprehensions about their relationship, or how she looked, or what the next day would bring. A metamorphosis didn’t have to be a scary thing; with Eddie, she could spread new wings and take flight. As she rocked against him, she reveled in the way her heavier breasts bounced against her rib cage. This new body was sensational. How had she not paused to appreciate it before?

Eddie’s fingers inched up her stomach, and Margot smiled to herself. She pressed a hand to his chest and pushed him down; he fell backward into the yoga mat, and she rearranged her hips around his pelvis. Now that he was lying sprawled beneath her, he had better access to her breasts. His hands were on her again almost before she had time to adjust to their new position.

“Holy shit Margot,” he breathed. “You look incredible.”

She leaned down as if to whisper a secret. “I feel incredible, Eddie.” Her words stirred a loose strand of hair that had fallen forward into her face, and she didn’t bother blowing it back. She was sultry; powerful. Every part of her in disarray was natural and beautiful, and she wanted Eddie to stamp this moment in his memory. She cupped his face in her hands as she began to move against him once more. “I feel incredible when I’m with you,” she said.

“I feel the same.”

His broad hands squeezed her breasts, then gave them an experimental roll. Margot bit her lip. She couldn’t help smiling at the incredulous look on Eddie’s face as he took her in. He pinched her left nipple and glanced up to gauge her reaction. Margot’s hips bucked, almost without her consent, and she hissed as he pulled the rosebud taut. “That feel good?” Eddie asked.

“Stop checking in with me,” Margot growled. She didn’t want to feel like she was being looked after, not right now. She jerked her hips clockwise, and Eddie’s hands fell away. His head rocked back and hit the yoga mat.

“Fuck!”

More like it. Margot drew her lip back between her teeth and gave him her best pair of temptress eyes. She lowered her lashes and swirled her hips again.

“Oh, fuck,” Eddie moaned. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” Margot arched her back and raised her ass up off him. It wasn’t quite enough height to make Eddie withdraw from her fully, but almost. She kept the thick tip of his cock buried inside her, just enough to tease them both. “How am I looking at you? And what happens if I keep doing it?”

"God," Eddie groaned. The hands on her hips tried to pull her back down to engulf him, but she resisted; she wiggled a little instead, and was rewarded with a noise she had never heard him make before. "I really met my match in you, didn't I?"

"Took you long enough to realize." Margot was pleased with his remark. She decided to reward them both by easing herself back down over his shaft. Eddie seized beneath her, and his head fell back again; her moan joined in with his as she settled down atop him once more. "So what yoga poses did you want to show me?" she panted. She doubted she would be able to successfully control her breathing at all with him buried so far inside her, but she was willing to keep up the pretense of "couples yoga" for at least a few minutes more. She enjoyed teasing Eddie way too much to give up and go at it this early...even though the way he moved beneath her made it sorely tempting.

"Well..." Eddie paused as she thrust herself forward a little atop him, and continued when she decided to relent and allow him to speak, "...I was thinking we could start slow with something basic, like..."

Margot cried out in delight as he bucked up beneath her. He propped himself on his forearms, clenched his ass muscles, and lifted his hips; she clung on and rode every up and down movement, tightening her knees and hiking her legs up on either side of his waist. His pelvic thrusts were strong, controlled, and uninterrupted. It was as if her weight atop him meant nothing, and she marveled at how easy he made it look...but it was hard to concentrate on something as G-rated as Eddie's form when he was busy pumping himself inside her. She cried out and planted her hands on his chest. His skin was already slick with sweat from their exertions, and it would only be harder to find purchase as they proceeded.

But Margot was up for the challenge.

"Are you...familiar...with this one?" Eddie's eyes were so dark they had to be all pupil as he watched her ride him. The flames off the candles surrounding them glimmered in the depths of his gaze.

The same strand of errant hair fell into her eyes as she bounced. Margot blew a defiant gust of breath to push it back. Her hands were tasked with keeping herself balanced atop the surging body beneath her. "I'm familiar." She bit the words out quickly before their jouncing drew another moan. "What else you got?"

"I don't know if you can handle it."

Margot scoffed at his cockiness. When Eddie next lowered himself to the mat, she planted her knees and moved her body in a series of feline undulations. "Why don't you show me, hot-shot?"

"I'd love to."

Eddie surged forward, seizing hold of her thighs to keep them tightly wrapped around him as he upended her. It was the same strength of his arms that she had been admiring that kept her from falling backward on her ass now. She cried out in momentary protest, so sure the maneuver would cause his cock to slip free from her and put an abrupt pause to intercourse, but his hips followed hers closely. He laid her down and shoved his hands along the insides of her legs, coaxing them up over his shoulders. Margot arched and hissed as she eased into the stretch. Thankfully, she kept herself warmed-up and flexible most days...an intimate detail that Eddie was privy to since their first night together. She still remembered the look that had crossed his face when he realized the possibilities her own athleticism brought to the bedroom. He had certainly tried to get her into every possible position he could at the time.

They had both thought it was a one-night fling, after all. They had made drunken love that first go-around like they were running out of time.

Now, Eddie seemed intent on learning every inch of her at his own excruciating pace. His hands trailed up her legs, wicking perspiration. Margot moaned and trembled beneath him. She loved the searing burn of her muscles at work, locking into their new position hooked around his shoulders. Eddie circled her ankles with his fingers and clenched, holding her firmly in place. He started to surge forward into her again, and Margot raised her hips up off the mat to better accommodate their new position. The slap of flesh rang louder, increasing in frequency as Eddie started to lose the last vestiges of his control.

"Eddie..." Her own cry of pleasure cut her off. She wasn't even sure what she had been about to say. Maybe she'd only been gearing up to beg him aloud for what her body already told him it wanted.

Eddie pumped into her harder, faster, with an answering groan that sounded like he had intended for it to be a real response. His cock felt so rigid and unrelenting thrusting inside her that Margot couldn't remember a world without it. Her focus had narrowed to that single, overactive point where their fevered bodies joined; her hips moved to meet him as if someone else was pulling them on a string. She didn't have to worry anymore, or plan, or even think. Her body was on blissful autopilot, putting her through the necessary motions that would lead her to that ultimate...

"Ah! Oh, God, Eddie! I'm coming!"

Margot froze and reached for him, and Eddie gave her himself to hold onto. He let go of her legs so they could fall and wrap around his waist; she hooked her ankles and clenched as he buried himself deeply inside her. He craned forward, pushing their chests together, sealing her cries with the hot, wet press of his mouth. It was the sensation of his lips that put her over the edge. Margot returned his kiss with a passion that should have burned them both up as she came in a burst of incendiary pleasure. Orgasm rolled through her in warm, cresting waves; her thoughts fragmented and were pulled out to sea. She sank back into complete bliss.

Distantly, she felt Eddie shudder on top of her. She threaded her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled him in close as he came; she laved her tongue along the hot seam of his lips until he opened it, groaning, and let her slip inside. He spent himself between her thighs and collapsed heavily atop her.

Margot stroked his forehead, enjoying the feel of him resting in her arms. After a moment, he lifted his head. His rich auburn hair hung forward in his eyes, damp with sweat. He gave an exhausted chuckle as his eyes fell on her. Eddie gazed with such feeling that it shook Margot more deeply than any mind-blowing orgasm she could experience at his expert hands. She lifted her hand to smooth his hair back tenderly, and smiled.

"So. How about that iced tea, Miss Daley?" he suggested.

"That sounds delightful. Thank you, Eddie." Margot laughed. "Are you ever under-prepared, Mr. Jameson?"

Eddie withdrew and rolled off her. She lay basking in the afterglow of terrific sex, soaking in the bright rays of the moon. She felt like a goddess who had just been thoroughly worshipped and found her tribute more than satisfactory.

“Never, with the exception of last time.” Eddie grinned.

"You mean that time I got you drunk and rode you bareback?" she inquired. "I admit it rings a bell. Why, do you regret letting me have my wicked, unprotected way with you?"

Eddie settled a hand on the smooth plane of her stomach. His unexpected touch surprised her; after a moment, Margot laid her hand tentatively upon his. She wondered if he could feel two pulses beating in time.

"I don't regret a thing," Eddie said. He withdrew his hand and rose before she could come up with a response. "You wait right here. Don't budge even an inch. I meant it when I said I wanted you to have a relaxing night in...even if the last twenty minutes might not make that totally apparent." He treated her to his signature crooked grin, and turned to go inside. Despite his command for total immobilization, Margot propped herself up on her elbow to watch him. She loved the way the moonlight pooled along his naked muscles as he moved, filling in every hard hollow of him like liquid silver. If Eddie thought they would be relaxing tonight, then he was sorely mistaken.

Margot was already ready for round two.