The Magpies A Psychological Thriller - By Mark Edwards Page 0,25

was rich he would never get up early again. That was his idea of heaven – waking up and knowing that if you wanted to you could stay in bed all day. Bliss.

He got out of bed and wandered into the kitchen where he made a coffee for himself and an Earl Grey for Kirsty. Standing in the kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil, he had one of those moments where he realised how much he loved the flat. As he opened the curtains and looked out at the waking street, the photograph of him and Kirsty that sat on the mantelpiece was rendered opaque by the light. He picked the photograph up. They were standing in front of the Colosseum in Rome. It had been their first holiday, and an American tourist had taken the picture for them. Kirsty had a tan and a big smile on her face. He thought she looked like a model.

He was about to carry the drinks into the bedroom when Kirsty came into the room. ‘Oh, the curtains are open.’

She was naked, and she instinctively covered her breasts. Jamie caught his breath. They had been sleeping together for years; he had seen her naked countless times; he had touched and kissed every inch of her – but still, every time he saw her body he wanted to touch and kiss it again. He put down the mugs and went over to her, putting his arms around her and stroking her naked back, then tracing the chain of freckles that ran along her upper thigh with a fingertip.

‘How are you feeling?’ he asked.

‘Much better. I think I’ll be OK to go into work.’

‘So the ginger worked.’ He kissed her forehead, then her eyelids, then her lips.

‘I think the cold was about to…expire anyway,’ she said between kisses.

‘So you’re feeling a lot better?’

‘Yes.’

‘Oh good. Because–’

They sank to the carpet and Jamie kissed her neck, ran his hands over her breasts, her nipples stiffening under his fingers.

‘Do you want me to close the curtains?’ he said.

She shook her head. ‘I don’t want you to move. Except…like this.’

‘Oh.’

They made love on the floor, Jamie on top, burning his knees on the carpet but not caring. Kirsty grabbed his buttocks and pulled him in deeper, pushing her pelvis hard against his. The bookcase rattled and shook in time with Jamie’s thrusts. She bit into the muscle where his neck met his shoulder and he shivered with pleasure.

He pushed himself up on his arms so he could look down at her, at her flushed face, her nipples that stood erect, a bead of sweat running between her breasts. He slowed down, pausing with the head of his cock just inside her, then moved into her slowly, the feeling of intense pleasure spreading from his penis through his entire body.

‘Fuck me from behind,’ Kirsty said, and he withdrew, letting her turn over onto all fours, positioning himself behind her and teasing her for a moment before pushing back inside her and making her gasp.

The full-length mirror was just in front of them and Jamie looked up, watching himself fuck this woman he loved, the whole world outside this act of desire disappearing. Kirsty looked at him over her shoulder with an expression of pure lust and he held her by her hips as she tilted her body so his cock struck the sweet spot inside her. He pushed harder, deeper, and looked into the mirror at Kirsty with her eyes squeezed tight, hardly aware of how noisy they were being and not caring anyway. Right now, in this moment, life was the best it had ever been, would ever be.

‘Ah, fucking hell.’ Kirsty shouted as she came, and a moment later, Jamie cried out too. Then they collapsed together in a damp heap, short of breath.

Kirsty ran a finger down Jamie’s chest to his belly button. ‘I love you,’ she said.

‘And I love you.’ He kissed her again. She tasted of ginger. ‘I’ll have to write Mary a thank you note.’

Kirsty tutted. ‘Like I said, I would have felt better anyway.’

Jamie opened the front door cautiously, worried that there might be another rat lying there. Thankfully, the hall was free of dead rodents.

He checked the post (junk mail and bills, as per usual) then went out to his car. Chris was just about to get into his car, and Jamie said, ‘Good morning’ cheerfully. He was aware that he had a big grin on his face. Chris looked him