'You must have been the fittest stalker ever.'
'Har har. I finally saw him on a date—with a female. He kissed her. I screamed. Half in joy, half in frustration. He saw me and phoned the police.'
'Because you were in the same place as him? How did he take that to be stalking?'
'Ah, well. He was in his own garden. I'd kind of seen his door open and followed him inside.'
'Are you insane?' Harry shouts.
'I get overenthusiastic about things. Anyway I was told to stay away—by fifty feet.'
'You really aren't safe to be let out alone. Although talking of outside. I'm glad I've got you in my home at last. There's something I want to ask you.'
'Oh yes?'
'Yes. Would you like to sit on my erection?'
I start coughing. 'What?'
Harry runs the tap and gets me some water. He points outside where the sun is warming the patio. 'I'll get you a chair.'
A lot of the flowers are giving up their last blooms and will be ready to compost shortly. The rest look badly in need of watering.
'Have you a hosepipe or watering can. Your erection is drooping.'
'Perhaps you've been telling it, it's small.'
I bite my lip.
'About that… I'm sorry. It was immature.'
He raises a hand. 'I deserved it. I've been acting like a dickhead. Let's call it even now though, hey?'
'Okay. Would you like me to replant this for the Autumn? It's looking a bit dead.'
'I tell you what. Let me get us a beer and then I have something to tell you. After that, you do whatever you want with the garden.'
Waiting in my deckchair I wonder what the fuck he's going to tell me. My heart is going boom, boom, boom. Is this what he wanted to say to me the other night?
He brings out two pints of beer and pops them on the wall.
'Can't I have a drink?'
'After. Right. You know Sue, my PR lady?'
'How could I forget?'
'Well. I've been talking to her a lot these past few days. You see, I've decided to change my image. I'm still going to present a sports programme, but for a different channel. I'm stopping the personal appearances in clubs and all the magazine articles.'
'You did personal appearances?'
'Oh yeah. Got most of my money from it. Very lucrative. Turn up, get paid and all the pussy you want on offer.'
'Oh.'
'The thing is, for a while now. I've not wanted it.'
'Oh.'
'Anyway. This week Sue asked if I'd seen you lately. I told her what happened at the weekend. Turns out she'd been chatting to a PR Assistant and your name came up. This PR Assistant represents The Fernsby's.'
I sit up. 'Yeah?'
'Yeah. They hold a benefit every year. They usually give a small donation to local charities, including that dog sanctuary you've been fundraising for. It appears people aren't finding them all that generous anymore, realising they make far more money from promoting the event than goes through to charity.'
'What's this got to do with me?'
'Charlotte Fernsby told the PR woman that she had a plan. She'd get her son to bring you to the event, then they'd talk about how proud they were of you. Apparently, Colin refused.'
'But Charlie didn't?'
'Running out of money. He agreed to lead you on for a lump sum.'
'The bastard.' I rise up. 'So let me get this straight. When I met Charlotte Fernsby I wasn't fucking good enough for her son. Then all of a sudden I'm a massive fundraiser and popular, so I'm back in the gang? Not only that, but I've fucked up with one son, so she'll let me have the other? The social climbing cunt.'
I walk over and down a huge swig of beer.
'Why am I surprised that someone has once again fucked me over? I'm sick of it. I feel like I want to hurt someone.'
Harry hands me a spade. 'Take it out on the garden.'
I do.
I dig while I swear. I throw plants on a heap with gusto. I keep drinking the beer. Finally I'm sweaty and sated.
I hand Harry the spade back. 'Thank you.'
'Why don't you go to the event?' says Harry.
'Are you mad?'
'Think about it. Get revenge. You did it to me. Why should they be any different?'
I blink a few times. The beer has gone a bit to my head. I consider.
'Do you know, I think I might. Want to help me?'
'If you want me to.'
'I really am sorry about what I did to you, Harry. You actually have a very lovely penis. I was very tempted to sit on it at one point. I promise.'
'You cannot stand in front of me, all hot and sweaty and talk about how much you liked my penis.' Harry's voice has lowered several octaves.
'Why?'
He growls. 'Because then this happens.'
He narrows the gap between us, grabs me by the shoulders and plants his lips against mine. I remember how fucking good at kissing he is.
He stops and stands back. 'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that.'
I think on it for a nanosecond, before I jump at him. I pull him to the ground and amid dirt and pulled up plants, I sit astride him, lean over and put my lips back on his.
'Is that a hosepipe in your pocket or are you pleased to see me? Take me to bed,' I mumble.
'We're in one.' His voice vibrates against my lips.
'So we are.'
Harry picks up a bit of soil and smears it across my chest.
'Look how dirty you are.'
I sit up and remove my top. 'You've seen nothing yet.'
'Here? We're doing this here?'
I fling off my bra.
Harry groans, reaches for my hips and flips me onto my back. 'Okay then.'
His warm mouth savours my nipple. His tongue expertly flicks as his hands trail down my body. If his tongue's this good here, I can't wait for it to be somewhere else. I reach for his belt buckle but he takes hold of my hand and pulls it above my head.
'You first.'
I raise my other hand above my head and clasp them together. Harry stops. 'Hmmmm.' He removes his belt and ties my hands together with it. 'Aye, that'll stop em wandering.'
I lick my lips. 'I'll keep that mouth busy later too,' he tells me.
I don't think I've ever been so wet in my life. I'm surprised I haven't irrigated the garden pond. Gripped in lust I appraise the channels running between Harry's eight pack. I want to run my tongue down them. Finally giving in to the fact that I fancy the pants off the big-headed idiot, I close my eyes and surrender to my emotions. Knelt at either side of my thighs, Harry grazes his fingertips down my skin, causing it to ripple in goosebumps. I sigh with pleasure and anticipation.
His fingers tickle above the waistband of my trousers. He unfastens the button and pulls down the zipper. I lift up my hips and he drags them off. His tongue drifts lazily over the skin above my pants. The air making the wet trail cool. I shiver. My pussy aches for domination. I cry out, 'Harry, please.'
He removes my panties slowly. I'm wild with desire. Then his mouth is on me, between my thighs. He sucks there, tongues. His mouth moves away and then brushes against my clit slowly. His tongue probes at my entrance and then he's back to my clit, scraping against it with his teeth. I can feel myself build.
'Oh my God, Oh my God.'
I raise my hips up to meet his tongue as he invades. He moves back and forth between my clit and my entrance until I can't take anymore and I thrash against his tongue until I tighten and then explode in ecstasy against him. It takes every bit of tension I didn't even realise I was holding out of my body and I lay in a lazy, spent heap against the earth.
He undoes my wrists and I rub them. He lays beside me and drags me into his arms in the middle of a flowerbed. I surrender to the peace I feel and lie there, letting the sunshine warm my body for a while. I feel like I belong there, in his arms, like I've found my way home. Maybe there's a way to work hearts and flowers in with the kink after all? I feel my eyes close.
'Drink.'
I open my eyes to find Harry at the side of me with a glass of water. I realise my mouth is dry. I take the glass off him and sip it. Then I put my fingers in the glass, wet them and trail them down his torso. 'Oh look you're wet.'
He removes the glass from my hand and scoops me up over his shoulder so my bare arse is next to his head. He slaps it.
'You are a very naughty woman. You know that?'
He carries me upstairs and lays me on his bed.
Soil falls off me onto the bed. 'I'm going to get your sheets dirty.'
'That's right,' he says, 'you are.'
He stands at the side of the bed and removes his jeans and pants. His erection springs up. Guilt consumes me as I think of the last time I saw it.
Harry puts my hand on his length. 'Forget the last time. I'm certainly not dwelling on it. Can you tell?'
His cock is rigid in my hand, cock rock.
He gets on the bed and after teasing me with his fingers until I'm wet and ready for him, he positions his cock at my entrance and pushes against me. He slides in, further and further until I'm full to the hilt. Then Harry Taylor shows me how gifted he is with his cock. It's like all my Christmases and birthdays have come at once.
We spend the whole day in bed dining on each other’s bodies until between my legs is sore and I can take no more. There's nothing wrong with my mouth though. I suck on his testicles while I bring him off with my hand. 'How are my ball skills?'
'Better than anything on the pitch. Fuck yeah, don't stop.'
Harry orders takeaway and we eat pizza in bed and drink more beer.
'Let me know when you want me to get out of here,' I tell him.
He puts his glass down and turns to me. 'That'd be never. Ronnie, I never want you to leave my house. I didn't want you to go last time.'
He takes a deep breath and cups my chin in his hands.
'I love you. Marry me.'
I gasp.
Friday 12 September 2014
Impulsive. Me? Of course I am. You should know me by now. Harry arranges a special license and we sneak off to the Register Office. On Friday the twelfth of September I become Mrs Harry Taylor. We decide to tell no-one for the time being. It’s our little secret. One that makes us smile at each other in a knowing way before we make love over and over. I tell Sophie where I am and she tells me not to rush home. She's pleased we've finally caught on to what she's been seeing for months.
I sit on the bottom of the bed and dip my toes in a glass of champagne on the floor. Lifting up my foot, my toes are guided towards a warm mouth that proceeds to suck the champagne off.
'So sweet.' His husky voice causes tingles up my spine.
I pull my skirt up to my waist. 'Want to taste something else that's sweet?'
Harry places himself between my knees and kisses up each side of my thigh. He wiggles me out of my pants and slides off my skirt. Then he pushes me on my back and lifts up the bottle of champagne.
I shriek.
'Dirty girl.' He licks his lips and pulls my legs up, so my feet are hooked around his neck, then he dribbles the champagne. It splashes over my pussy and runs down onto my stomach and breasts in a champagne shower. He puts the bottle back down and dives into my centre plunging his tongue.
'Mmm, you are right. So, so sweet.'
I'm so turned on I'm almost purring. He leaves me on the cusp and licks all the rest of the champagne up, sliding his lips up my belly and capturing a nipple in his mouth. I sigh. His tongue swirls around my hardened peak like he's tasting a cherry. In the meantime his hand trails down into my cleft, dipping in and out of the wetness there.
My breathing becomes ragged.
He raises himself up and bites my earlobe before nudging my thighs further apart. I wrap my legs around his waist as he plunges deep into me.
'Oooooohhhhhh.' I'm taken over by the most exquisite feeling as my climax starts to build.
'Come.'
Thrust.
'For.'
Thrust.
'Me.'
I scream as the most powerful orgasm shakes my body. My heart palpitates with the shock of its fervour.
My legs collapse to the bed. Those muscular arms lay at either side of my body. I'm given a minute and then a cheeky smile and an eyebrow raise. 'Again?'
Thrust, thrust, thrust. Making me move up the bed. He drags me back down to him so he's hitting me right on target.
'Oh my God. Oh fuck me. Fuck me. Please fuck me.'
He speeds up and thrusts deeper and harder until I feel him tense up and then he explodes into me. I come apart around him. He collapses at my side.
'Did you enjoy that, wife?'
'Yes thank you, husband. It was more than adequate.'
'Adequate?' Harry flips me onto my stomach and bites my arse. 'We'll see about adequate.'
He enters me again. I push my face into the pillow in lust.
CHAPTER 11
October 2014
Appearance
Thursday 2 October 2014
The next few weeks pass in a blur of sex, interspersed with cuddles and conversation. As well as the vows I made at the registry office, I made one to dog walk regularly, so I carry on my usual routine. I text Nina and ask if she want to meet. It kills me to leave Harry, but I'm not one who abandons my friends for a bloke, only for a breakdown. She answers that she's got a job in New York for three weeks and is off to work and spend time with Mike and Sam. I keep quiet on the Harry front and wish her a good time.
Harry stirs at the side of me. 'I still can't believe we did this.'
'You regret it?'
'Not a chance. You?'
'No. I'm happy.'
'So, at what point are we going to tell people? We've been married three weeks tomorrow.'
'I know.' I snuggle down the covers and face him. 'Do you want to have a party?'
'Not especially. Do you?'
'No. I just want to stay here in this bed with you. I thought I'd tell Stella face to face when I go out for the wedding.'
'Do you think that's a good idea? Isn't it going to overshadow her own celebrations?'
I sigh. 'Yeah, I suppose it would. I'm not sure I can wait to tell her much longer anyway. I'm bursting to tell people now.' I look at the diamond wedding band on my finger. 'It'll be nice not to have to keep taking this off, except for gardening.'
'I'll ring my Maw and tell her. Nothing surprises her when it comes to me.'
'I want to tell Sophie first. She's been so supportive. Then Stella, then my folks. I'll need to Skype Sam, and then I'll call Nina.
'I'll make us some drinks and breakfast then. If it's Operation Truth time.'
One thing I have duly noted is that Harry is a mean cook. I'd been too busy with my revenge plans when I last lived here to take much notice. I'd better start using his gym. I mean our gym. Crikey that was going to take some getting used to. 'You know we'll be offered money for our wedding photos.' We only had about three snaps, taken with my mobile phone camera and safely transferred to the computer when we got home.
'Not interested,' says Harry.
'They'd probably pay for us to renew our vows. All expenses paid wedding and reception somewhere hot.'
'I've got what I want. You.' He nibbles my ear.
I smile. 'Breakfast will have to wait. I'm hungry for you now.'
Later in the afternoon we make our way back to Sophie's.
'Hey you two. Thought you'd eloped.'
Myself and Harry look at each other.
'No way. Really?' Sophie squeals. I've never seen her so animated. 'Where's the ring?'
I hold out my hand. She rushes to hug and kiss us both. 'Oh I'm so happy for you.'
'You don't think we've rushed?'
'It is a little fast, but when you know, you know, right? I married my husband within two months. Now come on, I need to open some champagne.'
My parents response also takes me by surprise. My father shakes Harry's hand and welcomes hi
m to the family. Harry apologies for not officially asking for my hand in marriage.
'We don't expect our Ronnie's life to stick to traditions. To be honest I'm surprised she hasn't married someone she's met on the internet on some wild whim. I'm just pleased she hasn't married that piece of shit she was with before.'
'Daddy.'
'No father likes to see their daughter not treated right, Veronica.'
'Duly noted Sir,' says Harry, looking a little scared.
My mother takes me to one side. 'I've changed my mind about Harry. Sophie's been telling me about him lately. I'll take it he was just being a man, sowing some wild oats.'
'Mother.'
'I'm disappointed that he's not related to aristocracy though. However,' she taps a finger on her chin, 'he has got plenty of money, so that's good. Darling, make sure he does lots of football charity things. In fact I'll take him under my wing, see if we can't get him knighted. Then you'll be Lady Taylor. Has quite a ring to it.'
I sigh. She'll never change. At least she's calling him Harry now, rather than Man-whore, so I'll count my blessings where I can find them.
I'm nervous as I Skype Stella.
'Well fuck me, she's alive,' says Stella.
'I'm guessing Athena's not around?'
'She's with Maddie today.'
'So how are the wedding plans going?'
'No idea and I haven't seen much evidence of Gabe doing anything lately. Anyway, never mind about me. What's been happening with you?'
I hold up my ring to the webcam.
'Fuck me. You did not get married? Really? Oh my God. I didn't know you and Col had made up. How could you not tell me?'
'I haven't married Col.'
Stella's eyes look up to the heavens, before coming back to focus on me. 'Excuse me?'
'I'm not married to Col.'
'Then who are you married to? Let me guess. An Arab Prince and you're one of five.'
'Harry.'
Stella stops talking and stares into the screen.
'Aren't you going to say something?'
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