04 Heller's Punishment - Heller
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I helped him pull off my jeans and panties, both of which received the same careless tossing aside as all our other clothes. He stopped for a moment, his eyes raking over my body thoroughly.
“You’re so beautiful, Matilda,” he said softly and pushed me gently backwards onto the bed. We lay together on his king-sized bed, rose petals sticking to our bodies, their rich fragrance adding to the sensuousness of our lovemaking. We took the time to slowly explore each other’s bodies – touching, stroking, embracing, teasing, licking, kissing.
“I love your skin. It’s so soft, so pale. Beautiful,” he said and showed me how much he loved it by leisurely kissing me everywhere, until I was a tingling mass of raw hunger. He rubbed up against me and I thought I’d explode with pleasure. I’d moved beyond any rational thought, driven by passion.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he said after a while, lifting his lips from mine, his voice husky, his breathing heavy. I was ready for him in every possible way, and I moved my legs further apart so he could gently push into me. The feel of him inside me again was unbelievable, and I never wanted it to end. The rapturous expression on his face showed he was feeling the same way. We moved together, measured and unhurried, his hands pinning mine to the bed over my head, staring into each other’s eyes the whole time, his icy blues melting into my light browns. It was so intense; I’d never experienced anything like it before. I closed my eyes briefly with the extreme pleasure.
“Open your eyes again,” he demanded hoarsely. “I want to see everything you’re feeling. I want to see your love for me. Say it.”
I opened my eyes again and looked into his. “I love you,” I breathed, powerful sensations building inside me.
“Again.”
“I love you, Heller.”
“Oh God! Again.”
“I love you.” And I kept saying it, over and over.
“God! I can’t describe how incredible it feels when you say that,” he groaned.
My orgasm was exquisite, strong waves of ecstasy washing over my body, chasing away every tension and doubt I’d ever had about him. He stared deeply into my eyes as I came, and I knew that I’d told him with my eyes everything I really felt about him. He wasn’t finished though and kept thrusting and thrusting, bringing me to a second orgasm, quickly followed by a third. It was, without doubt, the best sex I’d ever had – his reputation was well-deserved. My body was by then so over-pleasured and over-sensitive that I was about to beg him to stop, not being able to take any more.
Luckily for me though, a few further plunges later he also came, shuddering and shouting out his immense satisfaction. It was thrilling for me to watch the emotions roll across his face and his eyes as he did. He relaxed onto me kissing me for a while before rolling off, to lie next to me, his chest falling and rising rapidly. He clasped me to him, his arms around me. I laid my head on his chest. He stroked my back and kissed my forehead, leaning down to kiss my mouth.
“God, Matilda. I’ve waited so long for you, thought about this moment so often, and that was just . . .” He stopped and I looked up at him. He started blinking furiously as if he had something in his eyes and rolled onto his back, stared at the ceiling, then squeezed his eyes shut, his face contorted.
“What’s the matter, Heller? Are you okay?” I asked in concern, leaning on his chest.
He opened his eyes and blinked rapidly again, throwing me a quick desperate glance, before returning his gaze to the ceiling. I could see that his eyes were glistening with moisture before he clamped his hand over them.
“It’s so embarrassing and totally unexpected, but I’m suddenly feeling very emotional,” he confessed in a thick voice, taking a deep breath, and wiping his eyes fiercely with his palms.
“Oh God! Don’t you start,” I said, my eyes instantly tearing up as well. “You know what a cry-baby I am. I’ll be bawling my eyes out in a moment.” We regarded each other, both of us misty-eyed. Then he laughed shakily, and turned on his side again to face me, wiping a stray tear from my cheek, and throwing his leg over me.
“That was so intense. So emotional. I’ve never had sex like that before,” he marvelled, when he was under control again, stroking my face. “You were right all along, Matilda. Casual sex with strangers just doesn’t compare to sex with someone you love. I never believed you, but now I know it’s true. I hope it was as perfect for you.”
“It was everything I’d ever imagined and more. I can’t believe how afraid I’ve been to sleep with you, all this time. It was wonderful. Perfect. We’ve wasted a lot of time, haven’t we?” I said regretfully. He nodded ruefully and we lay together for a long while, kissing, our bodies entwined, finally drifting off to sleep.
The next morning, our second time was even better. Heller discovered that me telling him that I loved him took the sex to a whole new level, one that really turned him on. Afterwards we showered together, washing each other, before one thing led to another and we ended up back in bed again.
When we’d finished, Heller peeled rose petals off his damp skin, “These aren’t very practical, my sweet. I’m covered in them.”
I laughed lazily, stretching out every muscle like a cat. I didn’t think I’d ever felt so relaxed before. “But they smell nice.”
Giving up on the petals, he leaned over me, pinning me to the bed, kissing me. “Are you happy?”
“Serenely happy,” I smiled, reaching up to kiss him. “Are you?”
“Oh, yes.” He sat up. “But, regardless of my happiness levels, I must go do some work.”
And so we settled into a pattern. We didn’t discuss our relationship or our future. We just had a lot of sex. In fact, I’d never had so much sex in such a short period of time before in my entire life. We had slow and sweet sex, hard and fast sex, sleepy and affectionate morning sex, urgent and desperate evening sex. We had sex in the bed, on the floor, in the bathroom, on the lounge, slammed up against the wall, and one memorable night even on the rooftop, in the darkest part of the evening, our lovemaking necessarily muffled and discreet. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other and absolutely wore each other out in the nicest possible way.
And while we wallowed in amazing sex, life trundled on around us.
Trent returned to work, his first story back a scathing investigation of bad citizens who didn’t help others in need, using what had happened to us as an example. I hoped his story shamed those people who didn’t come to our aid when I’d begged them.
Will emailed me that he and Penny were now the proud parents of a baby girl, attaching a photo of him beaming like a lovesick fool as he glanced down at his little bundle of joy. My return email was congratulatory, but cool.
Simon emailed me that he and the lovely Nicola were now ‘romantically involved’, which I presumed meant that he’d given up on his vow and was shagging her senseless every night, much like Heller was doing to me.
Both of my sisters-in-law announced at a family dinner that they were pregnant, third child for Brian and Gayle, first for Sean and Elise. But what should have been a joyous occasion was marred by their over-sensitivity to upsetting me any time the mention of a baby was made. It was ridiculous and I kept telling everyone that I’d come to terms with my inability to conceive a while ago. But still they tiptoed around the subject.
“What are you so happy about?” Heller queried as he joined me in the hot tub one night later that week. I moved over to sit on his lap and he soon started doing naughty things with his hands under the water. It felt good.
“Everything just seems so perfect at the moment. We’re getting along so well together and I’m really enjoying my new job now that Trent’s back at work.”
“Life seldom stays perfect for long, Matilda.”
“Oh Heller, don’t be such a pessimist! You’ll ruin my mood. Life is great at the moment. What on earth could possibly go wrong?”
Later, I wished I hadn’t said that. Because there was plenty that could go wrong.
And did.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29