Chapter 1- Falling
They move across the dance floor, perfectly fitted to each other. Cheek to cheek they dance. To the music they sway. He in black tux, bow tie and all, she in a crimson gown, fitted embroidered bodice, with a flowing floor length skirt, showing off all the assets she was given in life. Her long auburn hair is piled high upon her head, soft curls floating around her face.
Together they dance. Not noticing anyone else in the room. No one else exists. Their hearts beat together in time.
The band stops suddenly, as they both blink as they look into each other’s eyes.
"Wow." She sighs into his ear.
"Wow indeed! What happened?" he asks, somewhat still in a daze.
"I feel as if time just stopped. That’s never happened to me before." She gently leans back to look into his sea-blue eyes. Her large green eyes lock onto his, as they both smile knowingly at each other.
Their bodies start to sway in time once more as the band begins again. Still looking at each other, their arms around each other, lost to the rest of the room. Her long gloved hands, one resting around on his shoulder the other clasped snugly in his hand, his strong hands, one holding hers gently, the other around her waist holding her tightly, afraid if he were to let her go, she would fly away.
Time passes, and still they move to the music. The onlookers smile knowingly at them, knowing that there is something happening between them. Something new, something special.
Crystal smiles at them, then quickly kisses Frank, her new husband saying, “I knew we’d find someone special for her!”
Frank smiles lovingly at his new bride. “Who would’ve thought that the two of them though? I thought Christopher was more her type. Do you think they even know each other’s names yet?” He chuckles as Crystal stands, shrugs, taking Frank’s hand, leading him out to the dance floor.
They make their way to the dance floor, both of them wearing large smiles at finally being married, and seeing two of their good friends hitting it off. For the next thirty minutes, they dance around their friends, trying to make eye contact, share smiles with them, but the two of them are lost in their own world. She in crimson, him in black. Not speaking, just caught up in their bodies spinning, the rest of the room blurs, becomes silent as they only can see as far as the other.
“Alright! Clear the dance floor please! The midnight buffet is about to be set up, and there will be some food for all you hungry folks out there!” The guests at Frank and Crystal’s wedding cheer, their want of food far louder than that of the murmured groans of happy couples dancing.
The man in black takes the silk-covered hand of the woman in crimson, leading her out the doors. Seeking the fresh crisp air outside, they walk together out of the ballroom, both her hands holding his one. Afraid to let go, that if she does, he’ll disappear and she’ll never find him again.
He holds the door for her, and as she walks past him, he places his hand gently on the small of her back. Her entire body shivers at that simplest of touches as a soft smile covers her face.
Out they walk to the garden, not talking, just enjoying the other’s presence. Through the roses and shrubs they walk, till they reach a marble bench. He removes his white handkerchief from his breast pocket, wiping the bench with a big to-do, before bowing low, saying, “Milady, if you will?” grinning at her.
She chuckles, does a surprisingly perfect curtsy saying, “Why thank-you my Lord” and gracefully sits down. Their hands find each other again as he sits beside her.
He stops staring at her to look around the garden, and up at the full starry sky. “When did it get so dark?”
“I think quite a while ago, they called the midnight buffet just before we left the ballroom.” She pauses, nervous, wanting to ask a question, but unsure how without sounding like a high school girl.
“No. That has never happened to me before.” He smiles at her.Her eyes go round as saucers, her full red lips part slightly in shock at his words. “How did you know? How did you know what I was going to ask?”
“I dunno. I really wasn’t sure, but I was thinking the same thing.”
Her creamy skin turns red with a blush. Her eyes close slightly, her face lowers. He takes her chin in his hand, and turns her face up. “You…” She rolls her lips together, taking her lower lip between her teeth as he speaks. “You are stunning. You are not beautiful, not even close. You’re stunning. I never understood before what having your breath taken away meant.” His fingers trace over her high cheekbone, down over the hollow of her cheek, over her jaw, his thumb resting on her chin, with his fingers curling under her jaw.
Her eyes lower, as she blushes again. “I want to tell you I am not stunning as you call me, for I truly believe that. But with you? I feel beautiful. Alive.” Her full breasts heave in the tightness of her bodice. Her face is still on fire, making her look even more alive. Covering his hand with hers, letting it fall lower, down over his arm, tracing his powerful forearm, to his elbow. Rising higher up his arm, her is touch light, timid, gentle as it rises higher to his shoulder. Her white gloved hand travels over his shoulder slowly, finding the bare skin of his neck, her silken finger traces over the curve of his ear as he sighs, finally, cupping his face.
Their eyes find each other once more, their want for each other obvious. Her breath catches as she sits taller in front of him, arching her back slightly as his hand drops to the exposed flesh of her chest. They sit like this for a moment before his hands leave her skin, and rest in the fullness of her skirt. Her fingers rest a moment longer upon his face before taking his hands in hers.
Almost as if waking from a dream, he snaps his hands from hers and moves barely an inch from her. She groans in what sounds like pain, as he does.
“We both know. There is no point in denying what we both want.” He whispers softly. “I just don’t want this to be a fling. There’s something between us.” As he speaks, her eyes rest on his face just watching him in the moonlight. The scents of the garden surround them like a fairy tale as they linger here, talking. “I just don’t want to ruin what could be a great thing.”
She nods silently and smiles as she moves her body further from his, to the edge of the bench and with one final shuffle, a loud “Oof!”, a rustle of silk, a flash of the best shaped legs he ever did see, and a loud eruption of laughing from the strange woman laying now very ungracefully on the earth. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened wide, her chest heaving with every burst of laughter, her hands around her belly, her body trembles as she laughs.
He jumps from the bench, startled, falling to his knees beside her. “Are you ok?” He tries to take her hands in his to help her to sit up. One of her knees bent, her skirt over her knee, her leg exposed, he cannot help himself but to let his hand rest on what he thinks is a perfect ankle. Slowly it rises up to her knee, and down her inner thigh.
Like magic, she stops laughing. Her thighs part, giving him full access to her centre. His hands gentle on her body, he loves the fact that she is only wearing knee-high stockings; he feels his body waken as he thinks about her gown around her waist, her legs locked tight about his hips as he rocks in and out of her, her chest heaving against his.
“Hey! I don’t even know your name! There will be no ravishing of your body OR of mine till we at least know the other’s name.” Her head falls back to the earth, her hands again on her belly as she pulls her thighs tight together trapping his hand there as she starts to laugh again.
This time he joins her in her mirth, his one hand trapped between her thighs, the other on her belly with her hands. Both of them laugh at their own silliness. Her hair falls free of her pins, her body relaxing, but still the occasional giggle and hiccup at wanting this man she doesn’t even know.
He falls to the ground beside her. “You just wanted me to be on top, you know it!”
“Ha! How do you know I just wanted you on the ground so I could jump you?”
He almost chokes as he gasps at her bluntness.
Her head turns to look at him; she brushes her hair from her face. “I’m a woman of the 21 st century! I like to let men walk up the stairs first so I can look at their bumpers! Just like men have been doing for generations! Fair’s fair you know!”
He grins at her. “You need to be careful.”
“Why?”“I could fall so hard for you,” he snaps his fingers, “and I would happily get lost with you.”
She grins wickedly at him, “Who says you haven’t already?”
Hand in hand, they turn their heads to look at the stars. The smell of roses, fall apple blossoms, the soft musk of her perfume and the spice of his cologne fill the air. The soft hoot of owls off in the distance.
“My name is Theo; I’m a friend of the groom.” Theo squeezes her hand in his, hoping that she’ll finally tell him her name.
“I am Gwenevere, and I am friend of the bride.” She grins mischievously at him saying, “Pleased to meet you Lord Theo.”
Theo chuckles at her as he replies, “No, Lady Gwenevere, it’s my pleasure to finally meet you!” He face turns serious. “I would like nothing more than to kiss you right now, Gwenevere.”
Gwen moves her body till her lips are the so near to his. “What happens if I want to kiss you?”
He smiles. “I asked first. You can kiss me later.” He brings his lips to hers as she is about to say something, his kiss cuts her off from speaking. His hand reaches behind her head, his lips move over hers. Her body softens and gives all of who she is to his kiss. Their lips move together, their tongues meet, nothing else matters. They are alone together, sharing their first kiss of what both know will be many more to come.
They stay like this for what seems like forever and a day. Their bodies roll till they are both pressed up against the other, legs intertwining together, their hands exploring each other’s backs, their hips moving slowly together, hating the material that separates them from each other.
Their lips still touching, their eyes still closed.
“Oh boy. I think I was just pushed over that cliff.”
She mutters, “Huh?”
“Gwenevere, I want you to know that I’ve fallen for you.” He hugs her tight, wanting their bodies to merge. “Hard.”
“Theodore…”
“Don’t say anything. Let’s just enjoy this, what we have right now.”
“Theodore,” she tries again to tell him of her mind. “I’ve….”
“Boyfriend? Husband? Children? What?”She chuckles, hearing the worry in his voice. “No. No boyfriend, no husband, no kids. I just want to tell you, that I have never had these feelings for anyone before. And I don’t know what it is about you that has woken my heart. But please, Theodore, don’t hurt me. I don’t think I could take it.”
“Hurt you? HA! Never! Annoy you? For sure. Treat you like a queen? Most definitely. Hurt you? Not possible. We have something, I don’t think we know what it is yet, but we know that something is pretty powerful. I’ll never hurt you. That much I promise.”
“I’ll hold you to that, my Lord Theodore!” She giggles as she kisses him once more.
“There you two are! We’ve been looking for you two everywhere!”
“John!” Gwen rolls onto her back and looks up at him. “You could’ve made some noise!” She chuckles as she sits up.
Theo rises, with his arms around Gwen’s waist.
John, slightly drunk, stumbles towards them. “And just what have you two been doing? Hummmm…?” Taking in both of them, the disarray of her hair, both with leaves in their hair, her gown crumpled, legs bare from the knees down. His tux open, bowtie undone, shirt half open.
Both Gwen’s and Theo’s faces turn scarlet. “Ummm… we’ve just been looking at the stars!”
“R-i-g-h-t! And I am the President of the United States. Let’s go! Crystal wants to throw her bouquet and wants you, Gwen; Frank wants you, Theo, to catch the garter.” Both rise to their feet. “You two have caused all the old hags to waggle their tongues! Let’s go! Gwen, you might want to do something with your hair!”
Gwen’s hands fly to her hair, laughing. She can tell there is no hope to pin it right, she just shrugs her shoulders and starts to take out the rest of the pins. Theo moves closer to her and helps. Her hair, free of all its pins, falls to the curve of her ass. Soft curls surround her face, the auburn highlights in her hair very noticeable in the moonlight. He gasps at the feel of her silky hair, the highlights and how she looks.
“Breathtaking,” he mutters. She smiles at him, kissing the tip of his nose.
“Only because of you!” They kiss once more.
John’s hand flies to his belt, he clears his throat.
Both Theo and Gwen smile, take each other’s hands and walk back towards the ballroom, straightening their clothes as best they can one handed.
Back in the ballroom, all the unmarried women wait impatientlyon the dance floor ready to catch the bouquet. Crystal, looking radiant in her wedding dress, backs towards the herd of women wanting to catch the bouquet. She throws it. Gwen, in the middle of the herd of women, can’t concentrate. Her eyes find Theo’s and they share a smile. She’s pushed aside by the bride’s sister.
“Yesssssssssss! I caught it! I caught it!” The bride’s sister squeals in delight, jumping up and down in her lavender dress.
Gwen’s eyes still with Theo’s, she walks towards him, not caring about anyone else in the room. His hands reach for hers as she walks to him. Her hands find his; her body melts into his as their lips find each other’s once more. Her hands guide his to encircle her waist, pulling her closer into him.
“THEO! Let’s go!” John shouts.The men march past him, smacking him on the back or with a snarky comment, “Theo’s gettin’ lucky tonight!” or a “Theo’s gettin’ some booty tonight! It’s about time!” Theo looks ecstatic, still just looking at Gwen as the men pass by him. He’s mesmerized by her beauty, unable to tear his eyes from her.
Gwen wakes from her daze. “Go, you fool, catch the garter!” she says, pushing him away from her. He stumbles as he goes to the centre of the dance floor.
He blows her a kiss. Gwen turns beet red once again at being singled out but a smile spreads across her face.
Frank sits Crystal down, lowering himself to his knees in front of her, slowly lifting her bridal gown up above her knees. Sliding his hands slowly up from her ankles slowly up her shin; the band starts to play a slow, erotic tease of a song as Frank’s hands slide higher up her leg. He grins mischievously at Crystal, his head disappearing under the dress. Crystal shrieks as she feels his teeth grip her garter and slide it over her extended leg. The people in the ballroom roar with laughter. Shouts of, “Wait till tonight Franky!”, “Hey Frank! Patience is a virtue!” and wolf whistles echo throughout the room.
Theo ignores it all, with his eyes still on Gwen, just drinking in her beauty.
Frank stands with the garter belt in his mouth, everyone laughing as he throws it at Theo. Gwen’s hands fly to her face, covering her mouth, her face alight with joy as the garter lands on Theo’s head. Again the room roars in laughter. Theo reaches up and pulls the garter around his head, wearing it like a headband as the room cheers. Congratulatory pats on the back once more, he slowly makes his way back to the woman he just met, to the woman he knows he desires more than any woman he has ever known.
Gwen and Theo stand there just looking at each other, smiling. Wolf whistles surround them. Theo takes her in his arms, lost in the moment, leans her back, her hair falling all over the floor. Both of them grinning, he plants a loud kiss on her to the approval of the room. He stands and half lifts her upright, her hair swinging, both of their faces blushing deeply.
Crystal and Frank clap loudly, both of them excited for their friends, turning to look at each other; they both know that this is the stuff of fairy tales. Both wish a happy ending for their friends.
“Oh! Do it again! Do it again!”
Theo puts his hands on his hips; feet shoulder width apart, looking sternly at Gwen saying, “If you want me to do it again, for your enjoyment, you have to do something for me.” He looks her up and down. The red bed sheet, tucked under her arms, pulled tight across her breasts, she sits there cross-legged, clapping, her long auburn hair sticking out in every which direction, laughing at him. He leans forward and rips the bed sheet off the bed; she topples forward, laying naked on her front. The milky white skin of her body in perfect contrast with the red sheets makes her look good enough to eat. He can’t help but stare at her.
Gwen rises up onto her elbows, giving him a clean view of the curves of her breasts. “Stop staring, my love! Dance!” Her chin resting in her hands, she starts to sing “Rockin’ Robin,” moving her head from side to side.
Theo laughs at Gwen, not for the first time, and starts to dance, his arms flailing everywhere, his naked form just spinning. No coordination at all. Twirling around, he knocks a picture of them off the dresser. It lands on the carpet. Still Theo dances. And still Gwen laughs at him.
Caught between singing and laughing, she gives into both. Rolling onto her back, her breasts moving as she laughs, her belly rising and falling trying to catch her breath. She rolls around, trying not to laugh harder.
Realising that he is not going to be able to stop her at this point, he dances to the side of the bed and jumps on her. Still she tries to squirm and laugh at the sight of him dancing naked on top of her.
He takes her nipple in between his lips, gently seesawing back and forth, flicking his tongue over the tip of her nipple.
Suddenly, she stops laughing.
He lifts his head, cocks his eyebrow. “Oh? That is how I get you to shut up?” He rises himself on his hands and looks down between their bodies. “I wonder what that would make you do?”
“Theodore! You horrible man!” She grabs his head between her hands and brings it back to her breast. Pulling his head back to her nipple, she arches her back.
He chuckles, refusing to open his mouth to take her nipple. His lips vibrating as he tries to hold back his laughter, sending waves through her body.
“Please, Theodore!” she whimpers under him.
He pushes his body back up on his arms, his knees on either side of her hips, looking down at her, his blue eyes searching hers. He looks seriously at her. “Tell me what you want. Gwenevere, what do you really really want?”
Her lip between her teeth, her hands explore his face, her thumbs over his brow. “I want you. Just you! Always.” She slowly grins then mutters, “To sing, ‘Tell me what I want, what I really really want.’ ”
Theo raises an eyebrow at her, and continues in a serious voice, “Tell me what you want. Details, Gwenevere, it’s all in the details.”
“I want to feel you in me.” Childlike she sounds as she tells him what she wants.
His brow raises as he says again, “Details.”
Gwen looks at him once more, her eyes wide and trusting. “I want you to use me like your perfectly tuned instrument. I want your throbbing cock to possess my body and make me yours. I want to feel you move within me, and to fill me with your cum. I want you to feel the passion I have for you. I want you to take my heart and keep it with you always.” A glimmer of mischief flickers within her eyes as she says, “Good enough my love?”
Theo looks at her coyly, saying, “I’ve never heard making love quite put like that, but yes, that will do!” Both of them fall into what they do best: laughter, just simple expressions of their feelings for each other.
Even after months of being together, the simple joy of seeing each other still makes their hearts pound in excitement, their faces flush with delight of just being together; the rush to meet each other after work, to just say hello. They’ve not been apart for more than a day since they met, and that day to both of them felt like years. Gwen’s heart ached to see him and Theo; well, Theo just couldn’t get her out of his mind. All he could think of was her smile, and how she made him smile just being there. Even when they are apart they are still together, their thoughts never straying very far from the other.
He brings his face to hers, to kiss her. Before he does, he smiles softly, saying, “I love you Gwenevere, you are my joy.”
She smiles as she kisses him, whispering into his kiss, “And you are my smile, Theo my love.”
As they kiss, their hands become more urgent, pulling each other closer, their hips meeting in their dance, hers thrusting up as his thrusts down. His cock, hard, pulsates between their bellies. Her thighs part, wanting to take him home. Her breasts high round globes, her nipples hard. Their kiss intensifies; their tongues search each other’s mouths, teeth pressed hard together as their hips grind.
Gasping for air, Gwen’s head falls to the bed, her back arching hard. Theo rises to his knees, jumping off the bed, grunting like an animal, takes hold of Gwen’s legs and drags her to the end of the bed. Gwen knows that he is lost in the moment, smiling, knowing she will get her body’s wants tonight.
He pulls her ass to the end of the bed, her feet planted firmly on the floor, he kicks them apart while his hands slide up her body, roughly squeezing her breasts in his hands. Gwen’s hands cover his, pulling his hands harder into her body. Her back arches hard, forcing his hands harder on her body. His fingers digging into her soft flesh, the flesh of her breasts spills between his fingers digging into her body. She moans from deep within her.
Theo slides his hand down her body, fingers digging into her body, leaving angry red finger welts as he goes. She shivers. He takes hold of his cock, blind. Knowing exactly how to move, knowing exactly how to take her, the head of his cock slips into her tight, wet pussy. He stays just like this, not moving his body closer to hers. His hand massages her breast as she lies there beneath him whimpering, “Please, now, please!”
Gwen tries to thrust her hips, wanting to be the wanton wretch she is when it comes to her lovemaking with Theo. His hand leaves his cock and he pushes down on her pelvis. His thumb wiggles till he finds her clit, circling it as his fingers dig into her mound. Gwen’s body bucks wildly under him. Theo grunts loud as he rams into her, sliding his rod deep within her. Her green eyes open wide as she gasps, speechless under him.
Sighing as he fills her, her hips still jerking wanting to take all she can get of him within her. His thumb pressing hard on her clit, not stopping, he pulls back, keeping just his head within her. Pausing for a moment, he gets an idea.
As he pulls his cock from her, Gwen shouts loudly, “No! Give it to me!”
Theo takes her by the hips, rolls her over. Her bottom high in the air, her hands under her chest on the mattress; her knees buckle as the blood rushes back to her clit; he knows she’s close by the sounds she makes. He places his hands on her ass cheeks, separating them, his cock glistening with her juices. He takes his cock to her hole, and slowly slides it into her ass.
One inch disappears within her. Gwen pushes up on her hands and rises up on her knees, her body off the bed arching backwards, her hips pushing back on him. Her head falls back, stretching her body, her breasts high and her nipples point towards the ceiling. Theo can’t hold back much longer, takes her hair within his hand, pulls down on it as his other hand lands between her shoulder blades, pushing her down into the mattress while still pulling back on her hair.
He rides her like there is no tomorrow. In and out he flies. The hand that was on her shoulder blades lowers, rises high, and spanks her. She yelps not only in surprise, but in pleasure. He continues to pull her head back as his cock slides in and out of her now stretched hole. Lowering his body he kisses her shoulder, his teeth meet her flesh, gently he bites her.
Gwen can’t seem to stop moaning. The feeling of him with her, joined at the hip, is still overwhelming to her, and it doesn’t help her any that she is trying to stop herself from cumming; Theo moves his hand around her hips and slides a finger into her slick velvety pussy. Two fingers within her, he opens them within her, his index finger stroking her g-spot as he slides them in and out of her the other, slightly bent, massages his cock through that thin layer of skin.
Gwen can’t take any more, her body hardens under his and he bites her roughly before attacking her ear lobe with his lips and teeth.
Screaming his name as she cums hard over his fingers, her body still convulsing under his, he continues to thrust deep and hard into her ass. Holding himself back, not wanting his own release yet, he pulls out of her tight brown hole. As Gwen sinks to the bed, falling heavily into the mattress, he tells her to get on her knees. His reaches for the tissues, wiping his cock clean.
Gwen, her skin hot to the touch, body glowing with the surge of blood through her and the sweat upon her skin, does exactly as he asks. She drops to her knees and wraps her fingers around his steel hard cock. She slides her fingers over him, rotating them as her long tongue licks her lips.
“Mmmmmm….” She can’t but help utter.
Her fingers, hard upon him, stroke him from base to head. Then, holding him steady, her mouth open, her teeth encased in her lips, she slides him deep within her throat. She gags slightly on his massive cock as it hits the back of her throat, but still, she takes more. Her nose pressing hard against his belly, her tongue pressing up on his throbbing vein, she slides him out. One hand finds his sac, running her nails over the skin, tugging, kneading. Her hand works his sac lovingly just the way she knows he likes it as his body vibrates with his moans.
Theo’s hands buried in her hair, he pushes her head back and then pulls her head to him. She allows him to set the beat, and each time he slides out of her mouth, her tongue presses harder up into his vein. With her free hand, she decides to try something new. She quickly inserts her forefinger into her mouth, her nail pressed hard into her tongue, knuckle slightly bent, his throbbing vein massaged by her knuckle as he slides in.
Unable to hold back, he grunts as his balls tighten in her hand and his molten hot cum oozes from the corners of her mouth. She slides him out, only having his head in her mouth, and sucks like there is a cherry stuck in a straw. Gwen wants more of his cum. It fills her mouth and she swallows, but it still trickles down her chin.
She looks up at Theo, her eyes dancing, wanting him to know how much she enjoys taking his cum. Theo’s hand cups her face, his thumbs sliding over her cheeks. In a soft voice he says, “I am so in love with you, my Lady Gwenevere.”
Gwen, being Gwen, tries to murmur, “I love you my Lord Theodore”, but all that is heard is murmurs of her voice around his still hard cock in her mouth. She swirls her tongue around the ridges on his head before letting him fall free.
Theo takes her by the hands and helps her to her feet, all the while holding eye contact, both of them smiling. She stands in front of him, wrapping her arms around him, holding him close. At the same instant, both of them start to sway to the music that only they can hear. Arms around each other, bodies glued to the other’s, just moving as one.
Chapter 3- Morning Showers
Under the covers of their bed, their noses just barely touching, Theo’s eyes are open just watching Gwen sleep. He aches to touch her, to draw her close to him; but refrains from doing so. He know she needs her sleep. She has a long couple of days ahead of her.
“Stop thinking,” Gwen sleepily says.
“You’re awake.” He can’t help himself, he reaches lower and places his hand on her waist; a firm touch.
“What time is it?” she asks of him without opening her eyes.
“I’m afraid to look. I want time to stop, and just stay like this forever.”
Gwen can feel him smile, and like his mirror, she does as well. A long slow smile she gives him, making his heart beat faster.
“Theodore, I don’t want to go.” As she speaks, her arms move to hold him, their bodies pressed close together.
“Then don’t! Stay her with me and say, ‘Screw the world! I’m going to stay in bed for the rest of my life!’”
They both laugh at the thought, wanting nothing more than just that to happen. Since that very first day they met at Frank and Crystal’s wedding, they both knew that what they had was something and both of them never wanted to leave the other for longer than a few moments at a time.
“I so love you Theodore! This next month is going to be hard for both of us.” Tears well up in Gwen’s eyes.
“It’s only twenty-eight days, twenty-eight long days, true, but you have to go. And you know it.”
“I know.” A single tear falls free from her eye and down her temple.
Theo moves his head to kiss her eyelid, and then the other as his hand moves up her body to cup her breast, slowly, gently playing with her nipple. She rolls onto her back to give him the length of her body. He throws back the covers as she gasps at the chilly air that now swathes her body. Gooseflesh spreads like wildfire over her body, her nipples turn hard like cherries as his soft lips take hold of one; his hand on her belly, gently touching her. Gwen’s hands run through his hair, letting her fingers run over his scalp.
Letting go of her nipple, Theo rests his head on his hand, throwing a leg over her hips. Gwen turns her head to look at him, sadly smiling at him.
“I don’t know if I can last that long without you. You’ve become a part of me, and I never want to let you go.”
“Gwenevere, do you think it is any different for me? Let me tell you missy, you’ve found your way inside of me, and taken hold of my every thought. I can’t even walk Kayla without thinking of you. Picturing you playing fetch with her in the park, and then how we lay on the grass just looking at the clouds. I love the way your mind works. You have so much love in you that you have to share it with the world…”
“But I only want to give my love to you.”
“That is not who you are. And if you don’t go to that clinic in India, you will one day hold it against yourself, hating yourself for not going. And you are not the type of person that can survive hating yourself. I need to share you with other people.”
“Theodore. Stop right there!” She sits up in bed, cross-legged, elbows on her knees, looking sternly at him, “I will not be ‘shared’ with other people. I am so not a deck of cards!”
“No my Lady, you are the Queen of Hearts. With a heart so big that you have enough love to give the world. You are special; you give without wanting anything in return. And the number of people who use that part of you to hurt you, there are times when I am surprised you are not more closed off to the world.”
As Gwen opens her mouth to object to his comments, he stops her just by placing his hand on her thigh. “You know what I say is true, you are just too humble to accept them.” She sticks her tongue out at him, trying to lighten the mood, while slightly shaking her head.
“Come with me!” Her face lights up at the thought. “We’ve spoken a little about that, you can come and we’d not have to be apart. You’ve never been to India, it will be fun and we’d be together,” she says, taking his hand, holding it.
“You know that is not possible. My business would never survive without me here for a whole month, and who would take care of Kayla?” He squeezes her knee, “We’ve already talked about it. This is your adventure, and I will share it with you over emails and Skype.” He grins at her. “Just remember to take lots of pictures!”
Theo looks at her face, searching for that little look she gets. That look that makes his body melt just as fast as it takes his cock to harden, that naked burning desire in her eyes that tell him, “I need you”. It’s not even a want he feels for her, or her for him, it’s a primal need they both have for the other. They can’t keep their hand off each other, and when it is a must to not touch each other, their eyes are more often than locked on the other, and anyone can plainly see the desire they both share even after months of being together.
Their friends love them both, but hate them at the same time. Even when in a crowded party, when Theo and Gwen arrive, they greet everyone, but then are all alone in a room filled with people. They need no one else but each other to make the world spin and their love of the simple things in life. They both adore just sitting out on the balcony all the night long just holding each other, not wanting to sleep, just waiting to see the sun rise. Gwen’s favourite time of the day is just waking up next to Theo. His is just waking a few minutes before her, to feel the peace of her slumber.
Little does he know that she is usually awake before him, but pretends to sleep to make him happy.
“What are we going to do on your last full day in the western world?” Theo asks of Gwen as she slides back into bed beside him.
She snuggles her chilled body into his, nuzzling her face into his neck, making him chuckle at the feel of her cold nose on his warm skin. “Well…” she lets her voice trail off.
“I don’t think so! We said no making love till tonight, you wanted to be properly worn out for your flight and sleep here.” He laughs as he says that, kissing her fully. He holds her face in his hands and he sees that spark of desire.
Gwen’s eyebrow shoots up. She can feel his body not matching his words. “Oh really? I think your brain and your body need to have a meeting there ‘cause they’re so are not agreeing with each other!” Her full breasts rise and fall into his chest as she laughs at him.
His hand cups the mound of her pussy; a finger slides the length of her slit, “Hummmm? I do not think I am the only one going to be at that meeting!” Both of them start to laugh just enjoying the silliness of it all.
“I finished packing yesterday, so today is just a bum day. You said you had to do about an hour of calls for work today? Want to get that over with this morning? Then we can play checkers at the park, then a picnic and play with Kayla.” With each stroke of her hand, the more urgent her strokes become.
Theo grins at her. “That sounds perfect! I’ll go start making calls, you make breakfast!” He jumps out of bed holding onto the bedding, takes it with him, and runs from the room, making Gwen squeal as the chilly air hits her once more.
“You ass!” she shouts at him as she watches his perfect ass run from the bedroom. She falls back to the pillow as she hears the water of the shower turn on. She jumps out of bed and goes to make coffee.
Gwen walks carefully back up the stair and sits on the bench in the bathroom, perfectly content in the nude, holding her cup of coffee, her hair everywhere over her back and covering her breasts, the second cup of coffee sitting beside her long shapely legs. Theo, singing very off tune, making his own song up as he goes, “You don’t have to say you love me just because you do, you know I love the way you smile when you get to that good part of your book. Now shake your booty and let me watch! Na na na na hey-hey-hey- there you are!” He leans out of the shower to get his towel, the water dripping down his body, slightly surprised she is there.
“Coffee?” Gwen asks innocently with a sweet smile happily planted on her face, idly playing with her hard nipple.
“Why thank you, ma’am!” He steps out of the shower, not bothering to wrap the towel around him. He sits beside her and sips it. He looks wonderingly at her as he says, “You know, that was such a waste of water! You should have jumped in! I would have washed your back!”
“Would you have now? And then what would have happened?”
He flips his hand at her, grinning. “Well, we’ll never know now, will we?”
Both of them smile, just sitting there sipping their coffee. Gwen rises and steps into the shower, turning it on, letting the water run down over her body. The water soaks her hair, her face, with her eyes closed, mouth open, her hands rise up over her face and down through her hair. She ignores Theo as she has her shower, curtain open, giving him a full and clear view of her hands as they explore over her body.
The scent of mangos spreads through the bathroom as Gwen massages her hair into a white soapy lather. Slowly, seductively, her hips move in tune to a song. Her body just moves, hips swaying, the water pouring over her breasts, down her belly, her hands moving through her hair as Theo stops bringing his coffee midway to his mouth.
Entranced, he watches her, his cock hardening against his belly. He has no idea if it is water droplets on his body or beads of sweat.
Gwen bends slightly as she lets the water rinse her hair free of the soap. Standing tall, arching her back, flashing Theo a wide smile, she picks up her razor, pumping some soap into her hand and steps forward. Placing her foot on Theo’s thigh, she ignores him, lost in her own world of lathering soap onto her shin, her upper thigh. Humming softly, she takes the razor from her ankle up, over her knee, leaning back up her thigh. Over and over she repeats this process, taking her time over each stroke, from her ankle to hip. Over and over again till all her leg is smooth of hair.
“Well look at that!” She smiles up at Theo.
He sits there staring at her mound, right at his nose level, less than a foot away. Licking his lips, his eyes are locked at the pinkness of her open pussy. “Mmmmmm…? Did you say something?” He shakes his head to focus.
Her foot finds the floor and Gwen begins to back step into the shower. A wicked grin on her face, she lets the water spill over her once more as she lathers conditioner in her hair.
“Remember? That first time we showered together my love?” Gwen questions. “Where, I got on my knees between your legs, while you shampooed my hair, I worshiped your massive cock? My tongue danced around your head, while my soapy fingers played over your balls, tugging them, my nails playing over your skin all the while your hands in my hair pulling my mouth on you then pushing me back?”
She pumps soap into her hand once more, stepping forward. Gwen places her hot, wet foot over Theo’s throbbing, erect cock against his belly. Gently curling her toes over his head, parting them; forcing his shaft between them, still curling her toes as she lathers her leg.
Once more, Theo’s eyes are glued to her wet pussy. Her lips part as she leans forward, and takes a long stroke, just like before; from ankle to hip, over and over. All the while letting her toes curl over him. All the while his cock twitching, throbbing as he groans. He moans hard as Gwen’s finger finds his head; her fingers swipe his pre-cum from him. His hands clenching the end of the bench, white knuckled, trying to sit still.
Her finger, glistening with cum, moves to her lips. She applies it like gloss. Her full lips break into a smile as Theo’s face turns white at her actions. Backing up once more, she steps into the shower as her tongue darts out and with long slow swipes, lick her lips clean.
Theo starts to rise from the bench, his cock twitching. Gwen looks at him and raises her eyebrow, grinning innocently. “I thought you said we agreed no sex until tonight darling?”
“Tonight? Hello no! I want you now. Shove a bum and make some room!” He begins to move towards her.
“Nope! My Lord Theodore! You sit your perfect ass down, and just enjoy the show!” She ducks her head under the stream of water, rinsing her hair clean. Her hands briskly move up and down her body, letting the soap run clear of her body.
Gwen turns the water off, and with stepping out of the shower, licks her lips once more in Theo’s direction, making his cock twitch again.
“Gwenevere! You’re killing me!”Gwen winks. “I know! Now go and make your phone calls my love! The faster we get all this house stuff over with the faster we get to the park, and then! The faster we get home and you can have your way with me!”
“NO! I want this day to last forever! We’ll be turtles today! It’s our last full day together for the next month, I want to take our time, and go through it lazily together.” His hands cup her face, leaning forward, kissing her with all the passion he can muster.
As their kiss ends, their faces part, their eyes still closed both of them muttering, “Wow!” as their eyes open wide, they start to chuckle.
Theo whacks her bottom. She yelps in surprise, “Let’s get crackin’!”
The keys fumble in the lock as Gwen tries to open the door. Giggles are heard, low grunts, a moan. Her body pressed into the door, her legs part, giving him full access to her drenched pussy through her pants. His fingers dig into her thigh; her tight jeans feel like a cage. He fumbles with her button with his free hand, wishing them off. He stumbles forward, her breasts pushed hard into the door. Again she tries her key, cursing as she misses the hole. Her body responds to Theo’s, she rises on her toes, her ass pressed into his groin.
Theo groans as his lips find her bare shoulder. Her hair piled high on her head, sweat lightly sparkles against her skin in the night. Her tight tube top leaves nothing to the imagination, her shoulder blades fully visible. Roughly his hands paw at her breasts, kneading them through the material. She gasps, whimpers his name, her chest heaving. His hands follow the curves of her arms, raising them above her head. “Fuck the door!” he growls. He yanks her top down to around her waist. The soft creamy yellow cotton around her waist, her breasts high and her nipples hard, she pushes her bottom into him again and slowly moves.
Grunting into her neck, his hands slide down over her hips, pulling her into him as he pushes into her. His hands reach for her belt, clawing at it; it unfastens and he pulls hard at the button and fly. Theo’s hands on her soft skin dig in roughly to her soft flesh, causing Gwen to gasp, wanting more of him, of his roughness, of his pure unrestrained animal lust. His hands slide down over her hips pushing her pants down over the swell of her hips, past her knees as his foot rises and shoves her pants to the ground, round her ankles.
He frees his cock from his pants, his pants rough against the back of her thighs. His rod is hard, thick, pulsating in his hand as he traces his head over the curve of her ass. Theo slides it further, coating the head with Gwen’s juices. He allows his head to enter her, tight, wet box. Slowly entering her with one arm around her waist holding her still, his other hand searches out for her clit. Pressing it hard, rubbing it in circles, the way Theo knows drives her wild and pushes her to the edge. Wanting to force her over the edge for the first time, to have her remember the feel of him, how he fills her, how her body responds to his; he chooses to ram his throbbing cock home. Deep, hard within her.
A scream escapes Gwen’s lips before she bites her lip to silence herself. He rams into her, hard, deep, forcefully. His cock brutal in its force, he pounds her tight hole, thrusting her against the door, her breasts pushing flat against the window in the door. His lips find her shoulder, biting her roughly; her neck receives the same treatment. Her hands still high above her head, her fingers trying to claw into the wood, to hold her steady, to push back against him, to drive him into her harder.
Gwen’s breasts slide on the door as her sweat trickles down her skin. Theo’s belt bites into the skin of her ass as he pounds her pussy. Still, she silently screams.
“You’re mine! Never forget it! I own your heart! I want you to remember this night every nanosecond you are away from me! You’ve teased me all day, you’ve flirted with me, flashed your nipples at me during dinner, payback’s a hard and forceful bitch, Gwenevere. You belong to me!” He possesses her harder, faster, relentlessly.
Tears fall from Gwen’s eyes, her heart breaking and thinking of the next twenty-eight days without him. Her body alive to his touch, knowing that this was their last night together, shudders under him against their front door.
She explodes in her orgasm. Her skin tightens from her head to her toes. Her pussy clamps hard around his throbbing cock, trying to milk it of its cum as Gwen’s sweet nectar coats his cock. He continues to pound into her, not ready to give into what he knows, if he waits longer, will be one of the most explosive orgasms of his life. His cock slams in and out of her, the sound of his thick cock sliding into her hole, the sound of her full ass smacking against his hips, his finger still pressing hard over her clit.
Just as her orgasm finishes, her skin aflame, sweaty, Gwen allows herself to collapse against the door, whimpering, Theo’s cock still swollen within her slightly twitching, wanting to ram her harder so it can find its release. His arm around her waist pulls her into him. His fingers on her clit gently slide over that tender, blood-deprived nub. Rolling it between his fingers oh, so very gently, as the blood rushes back to it, sends Gwen’s body again into a hard orgasm as she shouts in that blissful pain she loves. She cums around his cock once more. This time Theo doesn’t move. He stands perfectly still.
His fingers covered in her juices, he slides out of her, then bottoms out just once more within her. His hand he brings to his lips, covering them in her juice, sucking his fingers clean. Gwen leans against the door for support, her knees weak, unable to stand on her own. Her eyes closed, she can hear him lapping at his fingers, groaning in delight at the taste of her.
Sliding his finger across her shoulder blades, her back glistens in the moonlight. With gentle kisses and tender licks, his mouth follows the trail of her cum. He nibbles on her shoulder blades, taking his sweet time.
Kissing her shoulder, his hands cupping her breasts, holding her body to his. “Gwenevere, I meant what I said. You are mine.”
Her head falls back, her face turned into his neck, she weakly kisses him there. “Theodore. I have given you my heart. You are the reason I smile. You are as much a part of me as my heart. I know you meant what you said,” she says, kissing his neck once more, “just don’t forget, my love. In my heart, there is your heart. You’re mine as much as I am yours.”
They stand there motionless, their bodies coming down from their high, their hearts beating together. Slowly Theo steps back. His still hard cock slides gently from her as Gwen gasps. She turns, but before she pulls up her top, leans into Theo’s waiting arms, her almost naked body pressing up hard against his body. Her hard and erect nipples press into his chest. She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him close; she rises on her toes, her lips just barely touching his.
“Your heart, Theodore my love, belongs to me.” Her lips crush into his, her kiss passionate, hard, bruising.
Theo brings his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, hard up against him. His hips grind against hers as his tongue finds hers. He slides his tongue over hers. His tongue attacks hers to take possession of her mouth. His hands slide down, squeezing the fullness of her ass. Pulling her hips harder into him, his cock hard against the wet silkiness of her slit.
“Gwenevere…” breathlessly he gasps, “I want you again. But in our bed.” He reluctantly moves his hands from her bottom and takes hold of her top, sliding it up over her breasts, so perfect looking in the street lighted street. His hands rest on her shoulders, gently massaging. “Pull. Your pants up woman! Let’s get a snack, then I’ll race you upstairs!”
She bursts out in laughter as a full blush spreads over her face, down her neck as she suddenly realized that they just had just fucked each other on the wrong side of the door. She quickly bends over and pulls up her pants, her face still brilliantly red.
Theo stands there looking at her, loving the sight of her flushed, still hot to the touch. Her body shines in her own personal afterglow. Smiling down at her, her hair falling everywhere, she’s flustered, embarrassed. He loves her all the more for it.
She finds her keys, opens the door and rushes inside, muttering to herself, “How the hell could we let that happen! What happens if the neighbours heard us? What if the neighbours SAW us? Oh my God I can’t believe we just did that!” She throws her keys on the kitchen counter, and continues walking to the kitchen sink, resting her hands on the counter, her head lowered, breathing hard.
Theo sits down on the bar stool, watching her. Shifting his body a little, trying to accommodate his still rock hard cock, he just watches her.
Gwen continues to mutter about how stupid they were.
After a few minutes, Theo stands and walks over to her. Wrapping his arms about her waist, the front of his body molding to the back of hers, keeping her close; she tries to wiggle free and stay angry.
He strokes her hair, her breathing calms. Slowly, she melts into him, her body forming to his. Theo tightens his embrace of the woman he loves, holding her close. She feels his hardness. Groaning softly at the feel of him, her body wakens again. Gwen pushes her hips into his, while he pushes his hips to her backside.
“Shall we move upstairs? Or stay right here in front of the kitchen window so the neighbours can get an encore?” Theo chuckles as he sucks on her earlobe.
Her head thrown back, her head buried in his neck, her hair everywhere, exposing her neck to him, she moans. “Up… stairs… Stairs… are… good…” she gasps.
Theo’s arms tighten around her, before he slips a hand under her waistline of her pants. Down his fingers explore under the fabric of her jeans. Gwen’s pulse quickens.
His fingers slide lower over the soft skin of her body, over her shaven mound, till he feels the V of her slit. His finger rests there, wanting her to forget all her inhibitions, wanting her to want nothing more than the feel of him in her, wanting her to want nothing more at that moment that to have him fill her with what he has. He wants to remember this night. He wants her to beg him for his cum. Theo almost loses himself as his finger feels how wet, slippery, hot she is. He circles her clit roughly.
Gwen turns her head; her lips find his neck. Kissing him roughly, her hands travel to her waistband. Undoing her pants, her long, slim fingers undo her zipper, giving Theo’s fingers more room to move within her. Her hands slide down over her hips, forcing her pants down. They pool around her ankles, stepping clean of them, Theo with his finger roughly circling her clit, she moans. She gasps. She bites him hard.
His hand not occupied finds her breast. Grabbing it in his hand, he kneads it through the soft cotton of her top. Pulling her nipple hard, loving the sound of her moaning, the feel of her teeth on his neck, his hands still forceful, attack her body.
Twisting and tweaking her nipple as his hand on her clit does the same, her body shivers under him. Letting her go, pushing her to the kitchen counter. Her ass bumps up against the counter; his powerful arm swipes the counter clear. As the sounds of spoons, bowls, dishes crash to the floor he pushes her harder into the counter. She yelps softly in pain. He grins down at her, a deep desire in his eyes.
Her hands attack his shirt, pulling it, tearing at it, wanting it off of him; the buttons pop and his shirt tears. His chest is free, her hands attack his nipples. Gwen’s lips find the hollow of his chest, licking, sucking, rough nibbles. Lowering her hands, she feels the swell of his cock once more through his pants, squeezing him, firm strokes, smiling as she kisses his chest.
Theo groans as she touches him. Her fingers undo his pants, his zipper, setting him free, letting his pants fall to the floor. His shorts soon follow, and his rock hard, throbbing cock is set free.
She stands there in just her tube top, her shoulders uncovered, her head bent looking at the cock within her hands. Her hair spilling around her face, the ends gently graze his shaft. The silkiness of it almost sets him over the edge. The soft auburn hair, like silk, hundreds of strands just barely touching him mixed with the roughness of her hands, the combination reminds him of where he wants to bury his cock once more, and many more times within her this night. He wants to pound her wet hole, bottom out within her. He wants to make her scream his name; call him her Lord and Master, the man of her fairy tales. He wants her weak with want, with desire for just him; he wants her body to be at his mercy. He wants her to give herself to him, to use as he sees fit. He is her Master, she is his Slave.
Theo shakes his head to clear his thoughts, his hands rough on her shoulders, and pushes her body back onto the newly cleared off counter. She lies there, her body pinned by his hands, her thighs apart with him between them, her hands on his arms, with Theo looking down at her, her hands on his forearms.
Gwen looks up at him with absolute carnal lust in her eyes. The pain she feels – not connected to him, not joined to him – brings tears to her eyes. Her heart beats for him; her body waits to be wakened by his touch, her mind set alight by just the thought of him. She is weak, at his mercy. She knows he belongs to her, that she owns his heart. She knows what his body wants from hers, and is more than wanting to give it to him. She is the woman of his fantasies, the woman in his dreams. His body is hers to own, he is her Slave, and she is his Mistress. She loves the way he gives her exactly what she wants, she loves to be used by his body, to feel her clamp down around his throbbing manhood as he pounds her tight hole. She loves the ride he sets her on.
His hands leave her body, taking hold of his cock; he smacks her clit with it, causing Gwen’s hips to buck.
Gwen lies there and whimpers painfully. “Please!” she begs of him.
Theo looks at her again and grins. He positions the head of his cock at the entrance of her hole. Filling the entrance of her already swollen pussy with his fat head, his hands find her hipbones and push down on them, keeping her still.
As his swollen head enters her, her hips buck hard, wanting to take him in one quick motion, his hands stop her. It doesn’t stop her from attempting to try to thrust her hips up.
“Stop,” he commands of Gwen, his face deadly serious as he looks down at her. Her hips quiet, but she wills her hole to clamp around his head. Theo stays like this for moments, wanting her to relax. He wants to take her by surprise as he rams his rod into her. He can’t wait to see her eyes fly wide open. He wants to see the expression of pure and utter abandonment at being speared by his thick meat.
Suddenly he feels her relax. He takes a deep breath. His cock bottoms out within her, spearing her innermost being.
An earth-shattering scream escapes her lips, her eyes blind and opened. Her pussy contracts, clamping around his cock. Her legs rise and wrap around his hips. His hands find her breasts, roughly kneading them, her nipples hard like cherries poking at his palms as his fingers dig in at her flesh. Her ankles around him pull him into her. He continues to thrust, to pound; he feels like a king, his cock his sword and she his sheath. He rams his sword home again and again.
Her head thrashing from side to side, her body breaks out once more again in a hot sweat. His sweat falls from his brow landing on her cotton covered chest. Growling at the material, wanting to taste her body, he reaches to the drawer below them; finding what he is looking for, he brings out a pair of scissors and claws at her top, tearing the material from her body. She lays there below him, naked. Her skin like cream, soft like silk, he lowers his lips to the valley between her breasts. With a long lick of his tongue, he tastes their mixed sweat, tasting their saltiness.
He feels her body harden under his; still not wanting to lose control, he stops. His sword buried deep in the darkness of her sheath, he lowers his lips to just below her breastplate. His tongue with one long sweep licks up the valley of her breasts, craving their salty sweat. His lips find her nipple; savagely he bites then sucks her nipple within his mouth. Her back arches hard beneath him, filling his mouth more with her
Not able to keep still any longer, Gwen starts to struggle in the hope of making him thrust faster, harder than before. He kisses up over the curves of her breast till his lips kiss up over her collarbone, up her neck, giving her hundreds of tiny quick kisses as his lips travel over her skin. His lips find their goal, her ear lobe.
Still she struggles, wanting him. Tightening her legs around him, desperate for him to thrust once more, her hips jerk. Theo just ignores her struggles.
His lips on her earlobe, he sucks. She gasps, her eyes wide, and again she redoubles her efforts to move her body to take him once more.
“Beg for it my love,” he whispers as he sucks hard on her lobe.
“Give it to me Theodore! Please! I’m begging you!” Tears well in her eyes, he can tell she desires him, that she wants him.
Theo grins wickedly down at her, not moving. He wants what he has always tried for, to have her lose total control of herself and just give herself over to what they can be together. He wants her to set herself free, and knows that if he pushes just the right amount…
“Fuck me Theodore! Just fuck me!” Her chest heaves as she attempts to struggle to lift her body from the countertop. Her legs pull him so hard into her, that he is stunned momentarily at the strength she shows. She continues to buck under him, trying to make him move.
The battle of wills continues between them: she trying to force him to move, he wanting to keep still to enrage her further to push her over the edge. To make her body overrule her mind, to set it free. With one last effort, she grunts and using the heels of her feet, digging into the cheeks of his ass, arching her back hard, her head pushed into the counter, her back off the counter, her pussy clamps around him. His mouth opens wide as he grunts hard.
