She just looked at him, at his mouth.
“What do you want?”
“You.” She flushed.
He smiled. He shifted so that he faced her, and lightly kissed her again, he wanted her to go to him, he needed to know that she was sure, that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He nearly lost control when she hesitantly put her tongue in his mouth, and her moan was encouragement enough. She ran her hands up his arms, and down his back, more forward in her kiss. He responded and put his hand in her hair, the urge to undress her itched at him, but he forced himself to go slow.
They kissed until they lay down together, hands feeling everywhere. Her skin under the silk felt like bliss.
Her hands wandered over his chest until she sat up. She licked her lips as she watched the sharp rise and fall of his chest.
“I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“I think you’re doing pretty well.” He smiled and she laughed. The tension broke. “Tell me what you want.”
“To look at you.” She blushed as she said it. He didn’t take his eyes off her as he pulled the corner of the towel at his waist, he raised a brow at her, daring her.
She slowly pulled the towel open, he swallowed, she did it so slowly, the anticipation was killing him. Her eye never left the tent he made under the towel, and her breath hitched when he was naked. He watched her intently.
Last night they had known each other under a sheet, she had made him come, but looking at him felt more intimate. She made short little breaths as her eyes raked over him. He was so turned on he was practically shaking.
She put her hand on his thigh, and ran it up his body to his shoulder. He closed his eyes and groaned. She became more confident, just exploring his body with her hands. She followed the little trail of hair under his belly button down to his erection, he sucked in a breath, but she hovered and removed her hand.
He relaxed and opened his eyes. She stood up, and undid the tie at her waist. She opened her dress to the pretty satin bra and briefs she wore, simple but flattering.
He had been passive long enough. He stood up, ditching the towel from the bed, he kissed her and pulled her to him, pulling her back down on the bed. Her passion matched his. He undid her bra, and when he felt the pert breast, he could feel her heart beneath it.
He pulled back. “I want you, but you need to say if you want this, before we go any further.”
“I want you, please don’t make we wait anymore, I can’t.”
He kissed her again, she undulated against him. He rolled her onto her back and sat up, he pulled down her briefs and looked at her naked, she went to hide her face, but he lay over her, arms braced either side.
“Rebecca, you are so beautiful.” He peppered her with kisses until she laughed, he kissed down her neck, her stomach, he avoided her breasts, and he covered her in kisses, little pecks, long needy ones, his tongue tasting her skin.
He covered her body in them, down to her ankles. She giggled as he neared her feet.
“Ticklish?” his voice was strained, almost drunk sounding. She couldn’t speak, only pant and strain against him as he moved back up her body.
He knelt up, her eyes raking him.
“I’m debating what to do. I want to taste you, I want to make you come, but you’ll be tight after, it’ll make it worse for you.”
“That can wait, please, I need you.” He smiled, it was a knowing dirty smile.
He moved to the top drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a box of condoms. He bought them when he went shopping, his actual motivation for going out.
She watched as he rolled it on, a little nervous again. He didn’t move to her straight away, he lay on his side next to her, kissing her again, he felt and kissed her breasts until she made the little breathy moans again, and when she couldn’t bear it anymore, she pulled at him, he rested between her legs.
He smoothed her hair and kissed her. He nudged between her legs pressing in and he moaned. When he felt the barrier, he didn’t breach it, he moved slowly backwards and forward, until she relaxed, when she lifted her legs higher around his waist, he shifted his position. She felt perfect, and it was everything he wanted.
“Ready?” she swallowed and nodded. He covered her mouth with his as he thrust forward. She cried out into his mouth and he went still.
“Okay?”
She nodded.
“Say it.”
“Please.” He moved slowly, and she sucked her breath, it still stung, but as he moved, the discomfort eased. He tried to hold back, she could feel his restraint. She cupped his bottom, and urged him on, he didn’t want to, but couldn’t help it. He was close, and he wanted nothing other than to come, but he stilled.
“What is it?” he kissed her as she spoke.
“I will not come not until you do.” He sounded pained.
“I know that I’m probably not going to, I mean, it’s a nice idea, you can make me come later.” He leant back, all urgency gone.
He flipped them over. She looked embarrassed.
He fisted her hair and pulled her down to him, he loved the feel of her nipples brushing his chest, and her tongue in his mouth.
She made herself comfortable, and he slowly moved his hips against her in little circular motions. He moved her to take a nipple into her mouth, and she braced herself on the headboard. She moved of her own volition with him, and against him. He felt her tighten around his cock, infinitely pleased with himself. It didn’t take long until she tensed and cried out, the spasm of her around made him lose all control, and as she threw her head back, he took hold of her and thrust up until he came, arching off the bed.
She fell against him, all flushed skin and messy hair. He smiled into it as she panted, still moaning with the little spams that followed her orgasm.
He was impressed. She was wonderful.
“I’m guessing that wasn’t terrible?”
She laughed into his neck and kissed it. “I never thought…”
“I know. You’re amazing.”
“So are you.” She leant up. “Thank you. Thank you for being so good.”
He laughed, his smile was lovely, she had forgotten how wide it could be. She gingerly lifted herself up and was unsettled by the little blood on him.
Embarrassed again, she went to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror, she looked the same, but she felt different. Not just the orgasm, or even being with him, it was relief. It was done. Finally. It hadn’t been terrible, Arthur had made it fun, and feel so good.
She was sore when she relieved herself, and she gently washed herself in warm water.
Arthur’s eyes were closed when she joined him under the sheet. The early evening was warm, and she was tired.
She relaxed into the gentle thump of Arthur’s heartbeat as they snuggled down together. He whispered that he loved her, and he could have cried when she replied, he was so happy.
Arthur woke to darkness, and to an empty bed. He looked at the time. Ten. Jesus he couldn’t believe he’d fallen asleep so quickly. He had tonnes of it to catch up on.
He pulled on some pyjama shorts, and wandered about looking for Rebecca. She was in the kitchen, making some food.
“Hey.” She turned, her smile already there, she went over to him, and reached up on tiptoe to kiss him.
She had on the robe he bought her. He wanted her again.
“I’m starved.”
“Busy day.” He settled on kissing her neck, making her laugh.
“Do you want to eat down here or upstairs?”
“Let’s go in the den and watch TV, I’ll be less tempted.”
“You don’t want to be tempted?”
“I think you’re going to be sore, and I don’t want to make that worse. Tomorrow, I’ll let myself be tempted tomorrow.” He took one of the plates, and a beer from the fridge for them both.
The den had a large TV and a big soft couch, it could have been a bed it was so deep.
They snuggl
ed down and ate. They watched a film, and he didn’t make it an hour, he was asleep again. She didn’t care, and let herself drift off when the film ended.
She was being carried. She mumbled into the chest that her face was pressed into.
“It’s four, I woke up, and you were nearly on the floor. You wriggle in your sleep. I’m taking you to bed. I plan on sleeping until noon. I fucking love being able to sleep.” She huffed a laugh.
It wasn’t quite noon when they woke, and Arthur felt like shit. He was alone again, but he could hear music and smell bacon, and something else, her, she smelt of baking, and a soft fresh smell. It felt like home.
He stretched and slumped back down.
“Wakey-wakey.”
“Huh?” he peeled an eye. Rebecca stood there in that robe again, with a huge tray of food.
He sat up, yawning. Full English. He watched her depress the cafetiere. They sipped their coffee, and they ate in bed.
“Feel better?”
She put the tray aside when they finished. “Yes. Thank you.”
“I made a cake for later.”
He grinned. “Have I told you how much I love you?”
She looked him over as she nodded. “You need feeding up, you’ve lost weight.”
They finally left the house at three, and made it to the flat.
Stella was on her laptop in the lounge, ignoring them both. The happiness rolling off them was palpable.
Arthur helped her pack her clothes. He was impressed at the speed at which she could do it. The car was full, and she went back up to hand the key back to Stella. Arthur waited in the car.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m staying with Arthur for now.”
“For now?”
“What, like you give a fuck?”
Stella said nothing, but Rebecca saw her jealousy, the need to be the centre, to succeed, and that Rebecca had Arthur interested in her grated against her self-belief.
“Goodbye Stella, have a nice life.”
Thirteen. The right path
Everyone noticed the change in Rebecca on Monday morning, and Dot, one of the receptionists, had seen Arthur drop her off at work.
At one thirty, when the lines closed, and surgery finished, Nick the young GP, Dot and Gladys the other receptionists, all sat in the little kitchen.
“So?”
“Hmm?” Rebecca looked up with a dazed satisfied look in her eye.
“Don’t play coy.” Gladys held her with her best ‘I’m not taking your shit look’. She was middle aged, but looked thirty, her Jamaican accent was fluid and her voice velvety. She smiled widely. “Who is he; Dot said a man dropped you off this morning.”
She cleared her throat and couldn’t help but blush.
“See.” Dot, sixty if a day, raised her brows.
“That was Arthur.”
Everyone looked at her.
“The man who broke your heart? That a good idea?” Gladys had a sweet but hard motherly concern for Rebecca, she had always seen how fragile she was.
Rebecca felt if Gladys had been her mum, how different she might have been. She told them the whole thing, she had only told them little bits about what had happened before. They lost track of time.
“What the hell is going on?” Michael, another GP came in. “Where was my cup of tea?” Rebecca apologised and everyone went back to work.
At six, she packed up, and left back office. Arthur was sitting in reception, both Gladys and Dot were eying him up.
He looked up and beamed at her. He pressed a kiss to her lips and took her hand. “Ready?” she introduced him to her colleagues, and hurried them out.
“You like it there?”
Arthur was driving, and Rebecca had her eyes closed.
“The people are lovely, job is a bit dull.”
The first week was easier than she had ever hoped. They weren’t awkward. They made love at night, Rebecca gaining confidence every time, Arthur lost himself to her, he never wanted to leave their bed.
They were lying in bed one night, she was sprawled over him, lightly running her hand over his chest, he was in heaven.
“Quit your job.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to spend all day, every day with you.”
“I want to earn my own money.”
He sighed. “You don’t need to.”
“I can’t just take your money.”
He reached round her and picked up his phone. He opened his bank app, and showed her his balance. She sat up.
“That, is just my current account, I have savings and investments. I know you’re independent, and you want to do things on your own terms, and I respect and admire you for it. But I’m selfish. I want you, I miss you when you’re not here, I mean I know some of it is my fear that I’ll lose you again, and I’m trying not to be possessive. But I can’t stand not being with you.
“I still want to travel, I want you to come with me. I want to see the world with you. We could wander about and see everything there is to see. Mountains, cities, the ocean and seas, all the wonders of the world,” he was dreamy sounding. “When we finally come home, we could try and make this house our home. I have some of mum’s things in storage, we could redecorate.”
She smiled at his words, and the unsaid ones, things he was hinting at. Things she wanted. She had a choice to make, an important one.
She pressed him back down to the bed and straddled his lap. He responded immediately.
She leant forward and kissed him, when she sat back up, she raised a brow and looked at him. She moved in teasing little circles.
“You want me to be a kept woman?”
“No, but yes. I could give you some money outright, it would be yours, and I couldn’t take it back.”
“Silly man, like I’d think you’d try and control me with money. Fine, I mean, don’t give me the money, but I’ll be your kept woman, for now. We’ll travel, see the world, come back, and do all the things you say, whatever you want, I’ll say yes to. Don’t you know?”
“What?” he sounded pained, he strained up to her.
“I’m yours.” He almost growled as he flipped them over and made love to her.
She quit, she worked her notice, but the morning after that conversation, after she quit. It was rash, and to most people it would appear foolish, but she had learnt she could get jobs if she needed to, she could survive, she had done it before.
On her last day, they had a little party after work. She hadn’t told them that it was Arthur who wanted her to quit, she just told them they were going travelling, which wasn’t untrue.
The little party after work, turned into a pub outing on a Friday, Arthur surprised her with a full-blown do. Joe embraced his old drinking buddy and spun her round. She was crying her eyes out when he put her down. Pete was there, which surprised her, he was sat with Cressie, they hugged her in turn, and Pete looked sad, but happy for her.
They pushed a few tables together and everyone shuffled in. Pete managed to move round to her when the drinks were flowing a bit later, Joe was the other side of her, and Arthur was being interrogated by Gladys.
“So,” Pete raised his brows at Rebecca, “how is it?”
She gave Pete some side eye and sipped her drink.
“Oh, no, I want to know.” He was joking, but they both knew what was what. He was asking her if she okay.
She tried not to smile. “Yeah, well you know.”
“No, I don’t, enlighten me you minx.”
“Amazing.” She whispered the word.
“Well, well. Are you a fulltime slut these days?”
“Pot, meet kettle.”
Pete laughed. Joe watched the exchange.
“Oh you love it.”
“Yeah, actually I do.” Her eyes went really wide and Joe laughed.
On the other side of the table, Nick, the young GP was watching Joe watch the others. When they were all pissed at midnight, and being kicked out, Nick had J
oe up against the wall snogging his trousers off.
Pete wolf whistled as everyone was stumbling outside waiting for taxis. “Oi, oi, I love a of bit love.” They parted and were mortified. They still went home in a taxi together.
Rebecca just giggled the whole time, then cried as she said goodbye to her friends. She had friends, and it was great. Pete held her in a bear hug with her feet dangling. He whispered in her ear while Arthur was being mauled by Dot.
“If there had been no Arthur, could things have been different?” he said it so quietly, but genuinely. She frowned, she had no idea.
“Yes.” It wasn’t a lie, she probably would have if she wasn’t in love already.
“Thanks. Take care, I’m happy for you.”
She was wiping her tear-smudged makeup when Arthur got her in the taxi.
“You okay?”
“Yes.”
“Poor baby.”
“Maybe you could help me feel better when we get home.” He liked the sound of that, and smiled.
She was all hands and tongue when they got in. She started taking her clothes off as she went upstairs, in a little striptease. There was no trace of that hesitant girl, the one afraid of sex.
He loved that he was it for her, that he had helped her, and so well.
He chased her up the stairs and she screamed as she laughed. He caught her up in his arms and took her to bed. She unbuttoned his shirt before they were even inside the room.
“What do you want?” her voice went serious.
“You.”
“No,” he set her down on the bed, she knelt up and pushed his shirt off. “I mean, what do you desire, if we could do anything?”
He swallowed. “Um. You know, I’m quite happy.”
“Don’t you have any fantasies about me?”
She asked it so earnestly. She unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down. Her fingers ran over him.
“Of course I do, what did you think I did with myself at night when we were apart?” he spoke into her mouth. He frowned and leant back. “Do you?”
“Yes.”
His chest rose quickly. “Did you touch yourself?”
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