by Lovell, Dani
“Me too. In a heartbeat. Oh…” he says, releasing me, “I forgot the music!”
“Oh, never mind.”
“No, I’ll put it on now. We can wash up to it.”
He puts his iPod in its dock and presses play as he joins me over by the sink and begins to fill it as I load the dishwasher. When he turns the tap off, I can hear the start of the song and it’s one that I adore; ‘Kiss Me’ by Ed Sheeran.
“Oh… Ol, I love this song.”
“Me too…” he says, turning from the sink and taking the dirty plate from my hands. “Let’s dance.”
Listening to these lovely lyrics and having my beautiful man ask me to dance in his kitchen is just the most perfectly romantic experience in the world. He opens his arms for me to step into and I wrap mine around his neck as I do, running my fingers up his soft hair and feeling his body against mine. He presses one hand against the bottom of my back, holding me against him, and places the other on my jaw, brushing my cheek with his thumb.
When the lyrics suggest it, Oliver whispers, “Kiss me,” and lowers his head to meet mine to kiss me softly. I watch his face move against mine again but when I look up at his eyes, this time, he’s watching me, too.
“Why do you do that?” he asks against my mouth, smiling.
“What?” I pull away.
“Keep your eyes open sometimes.”
“Sometimes?”
“Yeah, you do it a lot, I notice.”
Oh. “I…um…”
“Don’t be shy, tell me.”
“I just…” I look down, embarrassed, “I like to…”
He lifts my face with his fingers. “Don’t, baby, I won’t think it’s strange.”
“I just like to… to see you. I like to see your face move when you kiss me.”
“That’s nice… why, though?”
“I don’t know… it’s like… I can watch you wanting me”
“Oh. I like that.”
“You don’t find it weird?”
He grins. “Not at all. I want you to want me to want you. I do. A lot.”
“I love that you make me feel better about things that embarrass me.”
“Because you shouldn’t be embarrassed. You are an incredible woman and every thought in your beautiful head is a worthy and respected one. Certainly by me.”
“Thank you.”
I rest my head back against him and sway to the end of the song. When it’s over and I move to pull away, he pulls me back into him, telling me he’s not quite finished.
“This next song makes me think of you.”
“Oh, does it? What is it?”
“It’s Roberta Flack… listen…” And just then, the words to ‘The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face’ begin, and my nose fizzes as I try to hold back an almost instant weep. If you can be an emotional wreck with a new husband that you seem to be falling in love with more with every second and listen to this song without crying, then you’re some kind of freak.
“Oh, Oliver…” I say, tears rolling down my cheeks as I move my hands to his back and squeeze him tightly. “I can’t tell you how happy I am right now. I’ve never felt like this. Like… ever, in my whole life. Nothing has made me feel quite as ‘at home’ as you do… as we do, together.”
“Shh. Don’t cry. You’re not alone, I feel the same way - you’re what I’ve always wanted. If anything ever happened to you, Clare…”
“Oh god, don’t talk like that. I’ve always said I could never lose you. You know that I couldn’t even contemplate dating you in case I lost you because of it… it only makes me know that what we have is forever, I will never let you go. I’ve always loved you, Oliver.”
“I know, baby. I’ve always loved you, too. And always will. Until we’re old and grey.”
I giggle. “Yep… with false teeth and hearing aids.”
We dance like this until the end of the song, holding each other tightly, listening and feeling every single word to the song. There couldn’t be a more appropriate tune for how I feel about Oliver.
When it’s over, we leave the kitchen as it is, abandoning the washing up to walk hand-in-hand up to the bedroom together. Making love tonight is so tender, so gentle… the most perfect way to end the most perfect of evenings. I am not looking forward to having to leave Oliver’s when Bea and Daniel get back, but we’ll still see each other as often as we can, it’s not like we live in anyone else's pockets.
CHAPTER 15
MONDAY 24TH JUNE
It’s heaven… it’s absolute heaven…
Hundreds of small, fluttering kisses as the very bottom of my back, right at the top of my bottom… the cool air refreshing my hot skin with the covers pulled back, and Oliver’s attention right on me, waking me deliriously.
“Mmm…” I moan.
“Mmm, morning,” he says, mellifluously, continuing his divine kisses slowly up my spine.
“Very. Good. Morning.”
“I love your skin…”
“I love your lips,” I respond sleepily.
“Would you like me to make hot, sweet love to you, gorgeous girl?” he whispers, seductively, and I sigh loudly into my pillow.
“Yes I would, you sexy man… indeed, I would.”
“Good.”
He slips one hand down my back and over my bottom until he skims my centre, between my legs. “Wow… you’re wet for me already…”
“Of course…” I whisper, still half a sleep and gloriously relaxed with his fingers and lips lightly caressing me. I’m enjoying this so much, I’m not really sure I want to have to move…couldn’t he just do me like this?
“Baby… I can’t wait… I want to make love to you now…”
“Yep, fuck me like there’s no tomorrow…” I mumble, monotonically into my pillow, not moving a muscle, making him laugh out loud.
“Are you going to roll over?” he asks, amused.
“Naa… just get the right hole.”
He laughs again, loudly, before reaching for a condom from the many he conveniently deposited on the bedside table, and rolling one on himself. He positions his body above mine, kissing my back gorgeously, and he spreads my legs by widening his and I moan as I feel his tip pressed against me… the right hole, FYI.
“You sure you don’t want to turn over?”
“Later…” I whisper, turning my head and brushing my hair away from may face, anticipating his next, delicious movement.
He slips his hand underneath my hips and tummy, and with his forearm, he swiftly hoists my bottom up, clutching my hip in his hand, making me gasp in excited surprise. His masculine strength is so sexy, and I grin, loving him taking control of my body like this.
As a lay on my front, my legs open and my middle suspended over his arm, he slowly pushes himself inside me, and as I turn to look at his face, I watch him watching… he’s so turned on by what he sees right now and that, in turn, turns me on massively.
“You’re so fucking sexy like this, darling… you’re so fucking sexy however I have you… Jesus Christ.”
I smile as he slowly glides in and out of me, pushing deeply with every thrust, making me grunt a little, in a highly elegant way - I would like to add.
He picks up speed, his hand clutching my hip tighter and his hips thrusting more vigorously. I moan with each one, as I’m taken further towards the irresistible pleasure and as I turn to look at his face again, my excitement doubles; biting his lip, his expression serious and focused, I can see his arousal in his eyes - he’s close and he’s desperately trying not to come first.
“Come, Oliver… come hard, please… come…” I say, not giving a shit about reaching it myself - I want him to have it, I want him to give up and let go.
“Oh, holy fuck baby - you need to…”
“No, I want you to… I want to watch it.”
He looks up to see me watching him and he shakes his head almost desperately. I simply gaze into his eyes and nod, slowly running my wet tongue along my top lip, sens
ually. “Come. Hard. Come inside me, Oliver - I want you to show me how I do it for you. Make me feel it…”
“Oh shit,” he says in defeat and immediately reaches under my body to cup my breast as his eyes close and he pumps hard, crying out as he releases. It’s so hot, so fucking arousing that as soon as he begins to slow, my body automatically takes over where he left off, breaking, crashing and exploding.
I clench my fists around the fabric of the pillow-case and moan loudly as I force my face into it, the extreme pleasure shooting through every single nerve of my body. My toes curl, my buttocks squeeze tightly and my thighs tighten against his as I ride through the last of the waves with him, savouring the feel of my husband, inside me.
“My god, Clare…” he says, lowering me back down to the bed gently, keeping himself inside me and kissing my back exquisitely, “…you are flawless, in every single way… there is truly not one bad thing to be said about you.”
I grin, lazily. “‘Cept I’m shy sometimes…”
He chuckles as he kisses. “That’s not a bad thing - that just makes me love you more. But we will work on that anyway.”
“‘Kay…” I respond, sleepily. “That was amazing.”
He rests his body down on top of mine, pressing me into the mattress, holding his upper body up on his elbows slightly so as not to break my ribs or restrict my breathing. Because he could - he’s so big and strong next to me - and I’m no ‘Tiny Tilly’, so that’s saying something. “It was outstanding. I like you doing that seductive temptress thing with the look and the tongue… I definitely think we should do that position again.”
I giggle, quietly, at his enthusiasm and he slowly moves away, climbing off me and the bed to dispose of his condom. I roll onto my side and pull the covers back over me, tucking them cosily under my chin to wait for him to return from the bathroom, and when he does, he slides right under the covers next to me.
“So, gorgeous girl, what shall we do today?”
“Well, I need to get my things ready to go back home, Bea and Daniel are home today so I need to go back later.”
“Can’t you stay tonight? They definitely won’t be seeing us after they land, today.”
“Well, I would - but I’ll need my car to get home from work tomorrow, and if you were to pick me up and take me home, I’ll need to make up some excuse as to why I don’t have it.”
“Hmm. I suppose. Is Bea definitely going in tomorrow then?”
“I don’t know, but she usually manages to come in the day after she gets home.”
“Okay. Can I stay with you tonight, then? They’re not likely to drive past your house late at night.”
“I suppose… it’s a bit less obvious for you to park down the road from me than it is for me to park here. But you’ll have to park it further away, down that cul-de-sac or something, yeah?”
“Okay, I will. This is a lot more complicated than I thought, don’t you think?”
“It really is! There’s so much to think about! But I suppose it adds a little bit of fun to it, like we’re working on some secret mission together.”
He laughs, “Exactly. So… what else shall we do? We have all day - just you and me. Our last proper day.”
“Oh… I want to stay longer. But I will soon, when we’ve given it time.”
“And I’m really looking forward to it.”
“Me too. So can we stay in and make the most of it? Maybe go out for Sunday lunch but other than, just chill out, together?”
“Definitely. Why don’t we have a big, late lunch, and then tonight, we can sit at yours and watch a film together with goodies and ice-cream?”
I wriggle in excitement. “Ooh, yeah, that’ll be lovely.”
“Goodo,” he says, wrapping me in his arms., “in the meantime, let’s have a lie in, a spot of breakfast and get ready leisurely.”
“Super.”
I’m thoroughly comfortable and extremely content spending my time like this, with him, in a similar manner to how we used to spend time together, previously - but now I get to kiss him and indulge in his affection… and his naked form.
And the day is exactly how he said it would be; how I expected. Luscious. I enjoyed every moment and so did Oliver. Arriving back at my maisonette was quite nice, too. It was lovely to have him there - we haven’t had sex in my bed since the girls went to LA back in September last year - so it was fun, and reminded me of how massively things have changed, for the better - since then. For all of us. It’s amazing how a year can be the difference between three single girls and three utterly happy, in-love, married or engaged girls. Incredible.
CHAPTER 16
THURSDAY 15TH AUGUST
Waking up in my own bed this morning, I feel lonely without my man, but excited to be seeing him later. The past eight weeks since we returned from LA have been, without a doubt, the most incredible of my life. And I’m including the opening of Bear’s in that statement so that’s saying something.
Oliver and I have spent every possible minute together and amazingly, no one has cottoned on to our naughty little secret. As time has gone on, my feelings have varied about hiding it from everyone; sometimes I feel like we have every right to keep it quite - it is our news, if we want to try and build a relationship out of the prying eyes of others, we should be free to do so, but at other times, the guilt has been immense. Times when we all go out for lunch with Oliver’s parents for example, having to sit and look at his mother, knowing I’m lying to her when she asks if I’ve met anyone and I say ‘no’.
I think Bea thinks we’re ‘fucking’, and occasionally makes a cheeky comment here and there, but no one knows that we’ve embarked upon a full-on relationship, behind closed doors. There, of course, have been a few difficult occasions where we’ve had to think on our feet or when I’ve forgotten to take my ring off before going into work - but luckily, they’ve just been close calls and no one has called us up on it.
It has come to the time, though, when I think I’m ready to do this. Oliver is my rock. He’s my life, I love him so much and I cannot imagine going back to life as friends. In my opinion, we have never made a better decision than the one we made to be together. We came to our senses; this is so right it’s hard to believe I ever tried to convince us both that we’d be better off as friends.
We have discussed it on numerous occasions, but yesterday morning, as we lay in his bed together, having decided to go into work late - before Bea and Daniel arrived home from LA with Alexia - I think we were both in agreement that the time has come for us to come out in the open, finally. It will be a huge relief to be able to love each other, publicly, but I’m petrified of everyone’s reactions when we tell them that we’ve been married for two months.
We are yet to discuss the finalities of the big ‘coming out’, so once we have decided exactly how and when, we will be able to relax and feel free to act as we wish. I appreciate why we wanted to wait - but now I’m just desperate to be that normal, happy couple and to live with each other.
I miss him so much when I have to stay at my house… I sneak over to see him, and vice versa, all the time - but to be able to eat dinner with him and go up to bed together every day, is something I now crave.
It has been decided that I will move into his house; personally, I’d prefer it, and it makes more sense - it’s so beautiful and much bigger than my maisonette - however lovely that is. Plus, his house is perfect for starting a family; it’s a fantastic size, we won’t have to move to a bigger place to accommodate children, it’s a beautifully extended (by Oliver) period semi with four bedrooms - what more could we need? Oliver had initially bought the property for development purposes but decided to live in it for a while to give it a lived in look for potential buyers, but naturally, as anyone would - he fell in love and decided to keep it for himself.
Now, of course - I’m in love with it, too, and I can’t wait to move in and be able to spend every night with my husband. I just can’t get over how happy we are - w
e disagree on some things, as is to be expected with any two people, but we haven’t even argued - which I suppose is in keeping with our old friendship, we always got on without any conflict and it seems that has transferred over into our love-relationship, too.
Bea and Daniel returned to LA after five or six weeks a couple of weeks ago which gave Oliver and I two weeks of bliss. Yes, we have other friends and his parents to keep an eye out for, but Bea lives just around the corner from me, so it’s very easy for her to pop in at night or drive past… so when she’s not here - she doesn’t notice that I’m never there, much the same as the car situation at work. So as much as I love them, their being away gives Oliver and I ample opportunity to be together.
I would have stayed with Oliver last night, but they were bringing Alexia back to visit the UK for Daniel’s birthday, and she’s staying with me for a few days. And because of that - Oliver and I won’t be able to sneak around at night as we do as often as possible. Still, it won’t be long until everyone will know and we’ll be able to go out and kiss and act totally normally in public.
I pull my phone from under the pillow to check for messages and of course, as always, I have one. And I smile, instantly knowing who it’s from.
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Oliver 15AUG 06:50
Morning my gorgeous girl, hope you slept like a baby. Speaking of which, let’s make one of those soon. Anyway, I’m just making a coffee and I got two cups out! I’m getting used to you being here. See you at lunch - you better not be wearing anything that’ll make me want to bend you over the table. LOVE YOU xxxxxx
~
I giggle quietly and respond immediately.
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15AUG 07:09
Good morning, handsome. I did sleep like a baby but I was lonely waking up without you :-(. And about making a baby - FOR SURE! Let’s tell everyone really soon, I can’t wait to do all that baby stuff with you, you’ll be the BEST daddy. I’m going to wear something see-through and short with stockings and suspenders to lunch… that’ll be enough to deter you, yeah? Love you, too xxxxxx
