‘Because I feel the same,’ Marie muttered, her lips barely daring to part. And when she said it, she could just about believe that she had, and that she wasn’t imagining any of this. She was so overtaken by her own feelings for her biological son now that her body lay prone like a dead weight, crushed by the weight of fear, excitement and that awkward, static air around them.
He did a double take. He looked away and then snapped his neck back in her direction. ‘What?’ he asked and she was now building up inside to something so frightening.
‘I’d love to have sex with you!’
Michael gasped. His mouth dropped wide open, his eyes unblinking.
‘Would you like to?’ she asked. ‘Like, right now?’
Her eyes on him, her beautiful eyes, inside Robert reeled and beneath the covers he tented solidly and this was going to happen, big mistake or not.
‘Yes,’ he whispered, shaken to the core.
9
Marie propped herself up on her pillows, not saying another word. Robert’s eyes were on her like motion sensors. For every tiny movement, from her own eyes and her silent pouting lips, to the rapid rise and fall of her chest, he was drinking all of her in.
And then she reached for the bottom of her top, peeling it upward over the slight curve of her belly, taking note of the shit of his attention to every exposed inch of flesh, until the underside of her milky white breasts came into view.
Marie smiled, not uncertain of the teasing action itself, but of his clear adoration and awe, suddenly leaping off the scale when she went all-out and lifted the exposed garment over her head and shaking her hair free.
Then she lay back down again, looked at him and curled her finger towards herself to beckon him.
‘First let’s try that kiss again,’ she whispered. ‘Would you like to kiss me again?’
‘I’d love to,’ he replied weakly, his own chest now heaving, flushing, his shoulders rising.
‘Come here,’ she invited, pulling him into her and feeling his bare chest settle against her soft breast. And then their lips touched in a light, tender kiss. And that was followed by more of them as they tested the warm calm waters, for the welcome threat of rocky waves.
‘Mmmhhh!’ That sound, an unspoken word shared between two hungry mouths, sounded again and again; broken only for air when they became breathless. Soon they were exploring each other with lips and tongues and playful fingers and short, sweet observations of youth and beauty were shared.
‘I wanted this the first time,’ she confided in him as he broke their kiss to play with her breasts and to suckle on their pretty pink nipples. ‘I thought I was a monster for wanting that.’
‘Me too…’
‘Am I a monster?’ she begged, gasping at the sharp, fresh, tickling tingles of his playful nibbles and the cooling of the air against his trails of saliva.
‘No mum, you’re too beautiful…’
‘Then what am I? What are we?’
The air was silent again, the wetness of his kissing, licking and suckling ended and the butterflies in her tummy so far unsung.
‘We’re strays,’ he said with quiet confidence. ‘Lost and found!’