Autumn in London

by Louise Bay

  “Hey, my gorgeous man,”

  I needed her right now. I needed her body to soothe my mind. Work was a bitch at the moment and it wasn’t getting easier. Trying to manage the London politics and hold on to my US clients meant I was working long hours. Anna hadn’t said anything but I wondered if she got pissed off at the lack of time I could spend with her, especially during the week. I bet her previous boyfriends had more time for her.

  “Whiskey?” she asked.

  I nodded and followed her to the kitchen.

  “You look fucking amazing . . . but you know that.” My eyes trailed over her perfect ass, covered by the tight red fabric of her dress.

  “I don’t know that. I’m glad you think so.”

  I stood behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my head into her neck as she fixed two whiskeys.

  “Do we have plans this weekend, other than for me to make you come over and over and over?” I asked.

  “I like that plan.” She relaxed her body into me my dick pressing against her. How long would I have to wait before I was inside her? “I guess I should really arrange some property viewings.”

  That was the last thing I wanted to do—schlep around London, looking at her future without me. Fuck that. I had hoped she would consider coming back to New York with me, but if she was still talking about buying a place here, she wasn’t thinking along the same lines. And I couldn’t raise it. We didn’t talk about the future, we had agreed to live in the here and now and I had to honor that.

  “I thought we had dinner with Daniel and Leah?” I wanted off the new apartment subject. My teeth pressed into the flesh of her neck and she tipped her head to give me easier access.

  “Yes, tomorrow night.”

  My teeth sunk deeper and Anna moaned and grasped the back of my neck. She enjoyed me marking her, and I took full advantage. I slid my hands up to cup her tits and I pushed them together. I imagined my dick buried between them and pressed harder into her.

  “Work’s made you horny I see,” Anna breathed.

  “You make me horny. Nothing and no one else.” I wanted Anna to have no doubt that there was no one else but her for me. I never got the feeling that she needed my reassurance but I wanted to give it to her all the same.

  My hands dropped from her tits to her hips and I slid her skirt up. Fuck, she was wearing stockings again. I’d warned her about that.

  “Anna,” I said admonishingly.

  “But I didn’t see you at all today to distract you, so what’s the problem?”

  “Then why?”

  “Because I know what it does to you. And I like that thought.”

  I’d dropped my pants—my dick wasn’t going to survive for long without her around it. I reached across her stomach and pulled her toward me. “Bend over beautiful. I curled my hand around her neck and pushed her down against the kitchen counter.

  “You managed to put panties on. That’s a compromise I suppose.” I tugged down the lace and they pooled at her heeled feet. My fingers trailed back to her delicious pussy. I wanted to be in her as quickly as I could, but I wanted her to be ready.

  “Fuck, you are soaking wet, beautiful.”

  She whimpered an answer, I couldn’t tell what she was saying, as long as it was stop or no, I didn’t really give a shit and by the way she felt, she was saying anything but stop. The way she got so wet for me was a complete turn on. Sometimes I wondered if she spent her time in a permanent state of semi-arousal, ready for my dick on a moment’s notice. Jesus.

  I trailed my dick along her folds and she shuddered as she lay out in front of me, waiting for me to slam into her. I parted the cheeks of her perfect ass. She glistened for me, the pink, puckered flesh above winking at me. I’d never touched her there. But it seemed so ready for me. I hardened further at the thought. Just the slightest touch. My fingers replaced my dick, sweeping up and down her folds once, then twice and then, coated in her arousal, I edged higher.

  “Ethan,” she said. I read curiosity rather than fear in her voice. I trailed around the puckered opening with my wet fingers and gently stroked. “Ethan,” she said again, the pleasure breaking through her curiosity. I reached around her with my other hand and found her clit “Ethan, Jesus, fuck.” She bucked and threw herself back against me, impaling herself on my finger. She gasped and gripped at me and we both stilled. I hadn’t meant to go as far.

  “Are you okay?” I asked.

  She nodded but didn’t speak and I didn’t move. My finger still buried halfway inside her ass, my other thumb on her clit. She exhaled and her hands relaxed slightly against my arms. My heart was thumping in my chest and my blood pounding in my ears but I kept as still as I could. Slowly, she started to move, I assumed at first she was trying to remove my finger from her ass but as she rolled her hips, it was clear she wasn’t moving away from me, she was pulling me in deeper. I groaned at the realization that she was enjoying it.

  “You like that, beautiful?” I asked as I pushed farther into her and circled in tiny movements.

  She was panting as she nodded, as if she had too much to concentrate on. I was as hard as I’d ever been in my life, watching her ass fucking my finger, her pussy dripping wet. Before I could finish my next thought, she verbalized it for me.

  “I want you inside me,” she gasped. “Quickly, Ethan, please.”

  This beautiful, sexy, insatiable girl would be my undoing.

  “You want me in your tight pussy while I finger fuck your perfect ass?”

  “Ethan!” She screamed as I pushed my dick and my finger into her at the same time. She fell forward, her hands slamming on the counter top as I slammed into her, again and again.

  Jesus, the feel of her all around me, clamping around my dick and my finger, I couldn’t hold back, I wanted to get deeper, closer and I pounded again and again until her pussy contracted in the beginnings of her orgasm. She snapped her head back and her fingers gripped the counter. She was almost there.

  She no longer resisted me right before she started to come. She didn’t try to escape the inevitable. She gave into it. Gave into me. She knew she had no choice but to come for me. She pulsed around me and then she sucked in a deep breath, there she was, right at the edge. I pulled my finger out sharply and she gasped.

  With both hands on her hips, I concentrated on fucking every last drop of orgasm out of her before pouring myself into her. Again and again I thrust into her and as I saw her body slump, my head spun and my orgasm took me over.

  Fuck she was beautiful, and she was mine.

  My cheek rested on her back as I came back to earth. God, I needed her naked and wrapped around me right now. Slowly I withdrew and threw the condom in the garbage. Her elbows rested on the counter top and she was still trying to catch her breath.

  She turned to look at me, her hair tousled, looking as amazing as she had ever had and I kissed her on her lips. “You’re amazing,” I whispered in her ear.

  “You’re amazing,” she whispered back to me and I led her to the bedroom, picking up an orange shopping bag I’d brought home with me.

  Chapter Ten

  Anna

  I scooted into the crook of his arm as he balanced a gift bag on his stomach.

  “Whatcha got there?” I asked.

  He pulled me closer to him. “It’s for you. A present.”

  “Oh, I heard that girls who are into anal get gifts.” I laughed. “You had this planned all along.”

  “Anna,” he growled, letting me know that he didn’t approve of my joke. He’d never bought me a present before. Not that I’d particularly noticed. Was this going to reveal his awful taste? Doubtful since his flat was amazing and his dress sense was impeccable . . . although he didn’t seem particularly interested in clothes—unless he was peeling me out of them.

  I turned the bag to reveal the Hermès logo. I pursed my lips, trying not to grin.

  “So what’s this for?” I asked.

  “Well, like you said, I appreci
ate your ass.”

  I play-thumped him on the chest. “You pig.”

  “You love me.”

  “I do,” I said in a small voice.

  He’d meant it as playful banter but he’d brought it up. I loved him and we had promised not to keep things from each other. “No bullshit.”

  He knocked the bag to the floor and pulled me down the bed and crawled over me. “You better,” he said. “Because I hear it’s no fun being in love with someone if they don’t love you back.” He paused. “I love you, Anna. No bullshit.”

  I held his face in my hands as he looked at me, his eyes sparkling. He was happy. We were in love. Everything was perfect.

  * * * * *

  The Hermès bag contained scarves. Scarves to hide Ethan’s marking of me. I’d been wearing turtlenecks a lot recently, and the weather wasn’t really cold enough to justify it. I liked the idea of wearing a scarf, especially one that Ethan had bought for me.

  “What about this one?” I posed in the bathroom doorway, naked apart from a scarf tied around my neck.

  “I’m thinking this is shaping up to be the best Friday night I’ve ever had,” Ethan replied. “And I can think of several uses for the scarf. I like the thought of tying you to the bed. I think I mentioned that before.”

  “One kinky step at a time, mister,” I replied as I unknotted the scarf, threw it at him and crawled back into bed.

  “Okay, we can leave that until next weekend.”

  My stomach dropped at the mention of the following weekend. It was the last full weekend we had together before he was due to leave.

  We’d never spoken about him going. He’d forwarded me a couple of emails that set out details of his departure dates but I hadn’t replied and he never mentioned it when we were face to face. I took a deep breath and tried to bury the thoughts of him leaving. Two weeks was plenty of time. Plenty of time for him to ask me to go with him.

  “Next weekend we’re carving out a bit of the USA here in London and having Thanksgiving dinner at your sister’s, remember? You can’t tie me to a bed for Thanksgiving.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong. I’d be very thankful if you were tied to the bed.”

  I bit into his shoulder in response and he pulled me over his body. I wanted to ask him what happened next. I wanted to ask him if he thought we could do long distance. I wanted him to ask me to move to New York.

  “What are you thinking?” he asked, brushing my hair away from my face.

  I shook my head. “I was imagining being tied to the bed.”

  I grinned but he didn’t. “Don’t bullshit me.”

  I looked down at his chest and traced my finger across his hard muscle. “Not now. Not yet.”

  He lifted my head up but I kept my eyes low. “Look at me, Anna.”

  I wasn’t ready for the conversation about what happened next. I wasn’t ready for it to be over, either. I wanted to keep enjoying what we had. I wanted Ethan for longer than three months. This wasn’t how this was supposed to have gone. This was supposed to be the guy that helped me move on. This wasn’t supposed to be the guy I fell in love with.

  I lifted my eyes to meet his and his gaze was dark, intense—as if they were trying to pull something out of me. “When?” he asked. “We have to talk about it sometime.”

  I pulled my face from his hands and lay my cheek on his chest. “Soon,” I mumbled.

  * * * * *

  We had dinner regularly with Daniel and Leah—Daniel and Ethan seemed to hit it off.

  The boys were having a game of pool before dinner in Daniel’s games room leaving Leah and I to catch up in the kitchen, pretending we were cooking, when Daniel’s housekeeper had done it all and we were just warming stuff up.

  “So, I’m in love with him,” I said abruptly to Leah as she poked about in the oven.

  She spun round to look at me. “You’re finally admitting it?”

  “What do you mean ‘finally’?”

  “Well, you’ve been in love with him since New York.”

  “I’d only known him a week in New York.”

  “Doesn’t mean you weren’t in love with him.”

  Leah had turned into a hopeless romantic since getting together with Daniel. There was no point in arguing with her.

  “I told him.”

  She stared at me as she took a seat at the breakfast bar, nodding at me like a lunatic. “And?” she asked.

  “And what?”

  “Don’t be obtuse. Did he say it back? Ask you to move to New York? Did he propose?”

  “Don’t be ridiculous,” I said, trying to come across cool.

  “He didn’t say it back?” she asked, scrunching her eyebrows together.

  “Yes, he said it back.”

  “Well, that’s great. You’ve both finally admitted what we’ve all known forever.”

  “Stop, Leah. There are no happy endings here. We live on different continents. Our lives are on different continents.”

  “Are you telling me that if he asked you, you wouldn’t go to New York? And don’t you dare say no. Because he’s totally worth it. He makes you happy and you love him and he loves you and treats you like a queen and—”

  “I didn’t say I wouldn’t go, for god’s sake, Leah.”

  “So you would go?”

  “Yes!” I was exasperated. She was making me talk about things I really didn’t want to verbalize but I spent every spare minute thinking about.

  “Have you told him?”

  I shook my head. “We agreed to live in the present and not worry about the future while he’s here.”

  “But—”

  “I know. I’m just not ready to lose him if he doesn’t want what I want.”

  “But he loves you. What makes you think you’re going to lose him?”

  “It’s complicated.”

  “What’s complicated?” Daniel asked as he and Ethan clattered into the kitchen.

  “Making risotto balls,” I said quickly.

  “Yeah, like you were talking about making risotto balls,” Ethan said. “You can just about fry an egg.”

  “Whatever.” I shrugged and he wrapped his arms around my waist.

  “Don’t worry, you have other skills that keep me coming back for more.” He buried his head in my neck to kiss me.

  “Eww. TMI!” Leah exclaimed.

  We all laughed and set about dishing up dinner. I was relieved to have Leah and Ethan distracted at the same time.

  Ethan

  The weekend had been perfect. I didn’t know how Anna would react to getting gifts. She didn’t come across as one of those New York girls dripping in labels and expecting to be bought things. But the scarves suited her. I loved seeing her naked in them and I loved seeing her at work, in her suit with one neatly tied around her neck, covering the signs that she belonged to me.

  It was our last full weekend together. My flight was booked for the following Sunday. I had pushed it out until that last possible chance so I was taking the latest flight out despite the fact that I had a full day of meetings on the Monday. It wasn’t the smartest choice but I didn’t want a minute in New York that could be spent in London with her.

  Despite our agreement that we’d live in the present and wouldn’t worry about what happened when I returned home, I’d gently tried to bring up going back to New York with Anna a couple of times. First, I sent her a couple of emails setting out the date I was due back in New York. She hadn’t responded and so I hadn’t brought it up. It had been raised again this weekend. I could tell it was on her mind but for some reason she didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t want to push her, I wanted her to be happy and if not talking about it was going to to do that then I’d live with it, for now.

  I’d never been in this situation before. I wasn’t good at complicated, I just wanted to make things simple and to me, talking about it would make it simple. I wanted her in New York, with me. That was simple. And if she wouldn’t move then we could do the long dista
nce thing until I could work out a way for us to be together. I’d tried to extend my stay in London but my biggest client was being a pain in my ass about it and New York had said no. They wanted my billable hours back in New York. I could change firms but building a client base in London would not be easy. But she was worth it. She just needed to talk to me about it, to tell me what she wanted. If she didn’t want me then I would go and she’d never hear from me again, but I didn’t think that was it.

  It was Friday night, I was home later than normal because I had things to tie up in London. Despite the time, I’d returned to an empty apartment. I checked my phone to see if she’d texted me. Nothing. I slung my jacket on the back of one of the dining chairs and went into the kitchen to make myself a drink. Her keys jangled in the lock and I grinned, reaching for another glass. I was looking forward to seeing her. Twice this week, when I’d had client dinners, I’d come home to find her asleep with a note asking me to wake her when I got in. I hadn’t woken her and had been chastised the next morning on both occasions. She looked so beautiful when she slept, there was no way I could wake her despite wanting to bury myself in her.

  “Hey, beautiful. I’m in the kitchen,” I called out.

  Her head popped round the door. “You’re back.” She grinned at me. “I have a gift for you.”

  “The last gift you gave me was the only gift I could ever want.” Jesus, I felt my cock stir at the thought of her perfect tits wrapped in that black silk bow.

  “That wasn’t a proper gift. That was my body. This, I bought. I have two.” She placed a shopping bag on the counter and pulled down the sides of the bag to reveal a pumpkin. She grinned at me as if she’d just bought me a boat. Fuck, she was cute.

  “I like the other gift better,” I said.

  She ignored me “You missed Thanksgiving so I thought we could make a weekend of it. We’re going to Jessica and James’ tomorrow afternoon and in the morning you could teach me to carve pumpkins and do whatever else you yanks do this time of year.”

  “Well, we carve pumpkins at Halloween, not Thanksgiving. On Thanksgiving we fuck. We spend the whole weekend naked and fucking.”