Alison Roberts - Midwives On-Call

She resented the bottom half of her dress for coming between them. She loathed both his trousers and his belt. She wanted them gone, she wanted them both naked, she wanted her legs wrapped around him.

Alessi pulled back and her mouth chased him for more.

‘Get on the bed,’ he ordered, his words harsh but necessary or they’d be doing it up the wall.

‘Where is it?’

He was as disorientated as she and it took a second for him to fathom the familiar route and it was hard getting there while being down each other’s throats on the way.

They stripped at the bedroom door, with the same glee and abandon as if they were taking their clothes off to jump in a river on a hot summer’s day. Isla’s nerves left her at the door and they dived onto his bed together, want tumbling them over and over, only tearing their mouths from each other to drink in glimpses of the other’s nakedness. He loved her large pink areolas and the blonde curls between her legs, and she in turn loved the darkness of his erection that nudged for attention even as his fingers slid inside her.

Isla simply forgot her own inexperience, forgot that she didn’t know what to do, or shouldn’t know what to do, for all that she could do was try and remember to breathe as his fingers deeply stroked her and his mouth noisily worked her breasts.

He touched her where, and in a way, she had never touched herself, and her body flared at the delicious invasion. Her spine seemed to turn to lava and she rocked to his hand.

‘Come,’ he ordered, and yet she had never done so. ‘Come,’ he said urgently, ‘because then I’m going to take you …’

She looked down at his fingers sliding in and out of her yet she couldn’t relax to his hand, no matter how she wanted to. ‘Take me now …’

They were side on and facing each other, and Alessi required no second invitation. His leg nudged hers apart so they scissored his and his fingers moved from deep within and held his thick base and teased, stroking her clitoris, toying at her entrance, till her own hand was closed over his and urged him inside.

‘Condom …’ He went to reach for one, but that meant rolling, that meant leaving, and her hand stayed steady over his, for she could not bear to break the spell. He nudged in just a little way and her throat closed on itself as she glimpsed how much this was going to hurt. Pain was confirmed again with the second, deeper thrust.

Alessi felt her tension and misread it. Common sense paid a very brief visit and he reached for a condom. The pause as he slid it on was enough for Isla to catch her breath. She didn’t like the pale pink of the sheath, she wanted the lovely darkness of before, the softness of his wet skin and the hard feel of him inside. It was that simple, but as he squeezed into her those wants were pale compared to the pleasurable hurt of being taken.

Alessi closed his eyes in pleasure at how tight she was, her moan, her sob, the bite of Isla’s teeth on his shoulder spoke not of pain to him.

Or to her.

Yes, it hurt, yes, she wanted a second to regroup, but the salt of his skin in her mouth and the immeasurable force of him thrusting within was a small price to pay for no rest. There were no thoughts to be gathered; he was driving her towards something and Isla was the most willing passenger. She could feel her first orgasm building, each deep stroke of him taking her to the edge of what was surely inevitable, but then Alessi stilled.

‘Don’t stop,’ Isla begged, but then she looked to the reason he had. The condom was shredded, rolled around his base, and decadent wishes came true, because she had loathed him pink and sheathed. She was absolutely on the edge of coming and the sight of him dark inside her simply topped her and it was Isla who took over, who continued the dance, and how could he not join her?

Both were watching, both dizzy with pleasure as Isla came. The first jolt of her body had Isla fight it, scared to let go, but trusting in him she did and with a small scream went with the pleasure. Alessi felt the pulses, the grip of Isla’s tight space dragging him in, and he simply gave in and thrust into her, loving the sense of her unleashed. He felt a pull in his stomach and the rise of his balls and somehow, somehow there was that brief flash of common sense and he dragged his thick length from her, and both watched as he shot silver over her.

It was delicious to look down while too scary to look up and meet the other’s eye.

It had been better than good.

ISLA WOKE TO the roaming of his hands.

There was a moment of bliss as instinct told her to roll towards him or just lie there and relish the slow exploration, to kiss him as she wanted to, and then she remembered the sheer recklessness of last night.

It was Alessi who addressed it.

‘You owe Blake and Christine an apology,’ Alessi said to her ear as he kissed it. ‘It is possible to get too carried away.’

‘It’s fine,’ Isla said, and somehow her voice sounded together. ‘I’ve got it covered.’

He would assume, of course, that this good-time girl would have contraception all taken care of, especially as she was a midwife.

Isla closed her eyes on sudden tears.

What the hell would he say if he knew she’d been a virgin until last night, that she wasn’t even on the Pill?

Isla was starting to panic, not that she would let him see.

‘I have to go.’ She rolled over and gave him a smile.

‘Now?’

‘Now.’ Isla nodded.

‘Hey … His hand was on her shoulder as she sat up. ‘There’s no need to rush off.’

But there was.

She had to get home.

She had to think.

And so she climbed from the bed and headed out to the lounge, where her clothes lay strewn.

‘I’ll drive you,’ Alessi said as she pulled on her dress.

The embarrassment of getting a taxi in last night’s clothes was the only reason she agreed.

Alessi made do with last night’s clothes also and the lack of conversation in the car had him rolling his eyes. ‘I knew that you’d do this,’ he said as he pulled up at a café.

‘Do what?’

Alessi gave a mirthless laugh and got out and Isla sat there, watching him order coffee through the café window. Next door the shutters were going up on a pharmacy. Once home she could go and get the morning-after pill, Isla thought, and then closed her eyes because she knew that she wouldn’t. She had nothing against others taking it, it just wasn’t for her.

She sat there, telling herself she was overreacting, that she couldn’t be pregnant, except her assurances had the same ring to her as her teenage mums’ did.

She was twenty-eight!

Damn you, Alessi, Isla thought as he walked back to the car carrying coffee. Damn you for making me lose my head.

Not just last night but this morning, too, for she wanted more of him. She wanted that grim mouth to smile, she wanted his kiss and to be back in his bed, she wanted more of whatever it was they’d found.

‘Here.’ He handed her a coffee and Isla took a sip and screwed up her face.

‘I don’t take sugar.’

‘How the hell would I know?’ Alessi said as he started the engine. ‘Because you don’t communicate …’

Her shoulders moved as she let out a small involuntary laugh. ‘Did you plan that?’

‘I did.’ He glanced over and gave her a smile. ‘I actually know that you don’t take sugar so I asked them to put in three.

‘What’s your address?’ he asked, and after she had given it to him he resumed the conversation. ‘Do you know how I know that you don’t take sugar?’

Isla said nothing, just stared ahead as he answered his own question.