Fuck me. I want to tear those bastards in the media apart. The irony of it is she is beautiful. From the first moment I saw her photograph, long before I felt any attraction to her, I had her down as beautiful but not interesting. Now, I’ve got to know her, I realize I was way off the mark. She’s both.

I pull her onto my knee, and she straddles me, the shirt riding up to show her thighs.

“You want to know something?” I ask her.

She nods.

“I think you’re more beautiful than your mother.”

She gives a bark of laughter. “Don’t be ridiculous.” She smacks my chest, and she really doesn’t seem upset but more incredulous. “That’s silly.”

“No. I mean it. Your face is so damn … alive. When you talk and get passionate, a million expressions can cross your features in a moment. It’s like there’s a whole universe alive in you. It’s rare, Carolina, to meet someone so … vital.”

Her smile drops, and she blinks rapidly. “Damn it, Samuel. Don’t go saying shit like that. You’ll make me cry.”

I pull her in, done talking, and take her mouth in a heated kiss. She moans against me and responds immediately.

It’s not long before we’re moving against one another, grinding and trying to get relief. I pick her up and place her on the thick sheepskin rug she has by the fire.

“Are you going to fuck me on the rug?” she asks, her eyes blazing.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Oh, wow. I’ve always wanted to do it on this rug. It’s why I bought it.”

I frown. Not that I like talking about him, but she had a boyfriend until recently.

“Why didn’t you?”

“It’s not clean.” She mimics a deep voice, and I gather that’s what her ex said.

What an idiot.

“Looks clean enough to me. I bet he never did you on the beach then?”

“God no. Would you?” Her voice is breathy.

“Yeah, I fucking would. And on the grass. Right out there on your lawn.”

She laughs. “We’d probably get arrested. In fact, I ought to pull the blinds.”

“No. Don’t. And don’t move either. Take that shirt off and lie back, legs spread, and wait for me.”

“The postman might come. Someone could see.”

“Yeah, let them.”

I take the stairs two at a time, and when I return, condom in hand, she’s done as I said. She’s on her back, knees drawn up and legs spread.

Her pussy is wet, so she’s evidently not too concerned about being seen.

Christ, I need to taste her. I drop to my knees and crawl to her, before falling between her legs and sucking her pussy into my mouth.