That Friday (9 page)

Tess felt a shiver run through her
body at his touch; she couldn't believe he could make her react the way he did
with the simplest of caresses.

As much as he wanted to, Charlie
was determined to take things slow. He knew her past and didn't want to simply
have sex with her, as had been the case with the other men in her life; he
wanted to make love to her, with her. He wanted her to know how much he cared
for her.

His hands stroked idly up and down
her back as he kissed her before sliding down and under her skirt to squeeze
her bum gently. He squeezed them gently but firmly, making her moan into his
mouth as his tongue danced with hers.

When he withdrew his hands he took
hold of her top and pushed it up as his hands slid up her back again. Tess took
her lips from his so she could pull back and lift her arms, enabling him to
remove her top. He tossed it aside, not caring where it fell, and returned his
hands to her back, caressing her again.

He ran his hands from her
shoulders all the way down to her skirt. He didn't stop there; he teased his
fingers under the waistband of her skirt for a few moments before unzipping
her. Still kissing her he rolled them both over until he was the one on top.

Charlie broke their kiss and
lifted himself up for a moment so he could look down on her, a smile on his
lips. He couldn't believe he was lucky enough to have someone so beautiful in
his arms, it simply didn't seem possible to him. Stunned by his good fortune he
kissed her again, briefly, and then trailed his lips along the line of her jaw
to her neck, kissing her just below and behind her ear, her most erogenous
spot.

As Tess' eyes rolled back and her
head fell to one side, giving him better access to her neck, Charlie kissed
down the arch of it. He slid the strap of her bra off her shoulder and pushed
the cup down to expose her to his kisses.

Teasingly, he circled her nipple
with his lips, planting a series of soft kisses all the way around it. When he
was sure she could take no more, he sucked her nipple into his mouth, swirling
his tongue around it as his hand slid up, seeking her other breast.

Tess moaned as he fondled her
breasts, making her nipples harden. The twin sensations of him sucking one
while he teased the other with his fingers was amazing; she wanted more from
him, so much more, but at the same time she didn't want him to stop what he was
doing. When he took his mouth away from her she was actually disappointed,
though not for long as his lips closed around the nipple of her other breast,
duplicating what he had done with the first.

Her hand slid up his body to
tangle in his hair.

Reluctantly, she eased her tangled
grip as he began kissing his way down her stomach to her skirt.

She hadn't bothered to make an
effort with herself in a while, her husband hadn't paid attention to how she looked
in a long time, but the previous night, Tess had spent hours in a hot,
candlelit bath, primping and preening herself.

Charlie took hold of Tess' skirt
and tugged it down, revealing more skin to his lips. For him it wasn't just
sex; as it had been earlier when they first explored one another's bodies. He
wanted to show her how much he loved her, how much he cared for her. He loved
everything about her; the way she was with people, the way she was with her
daughter and with him. He loved all of that as much, more even, than he loved
her beautiful body, and just then he had no other way of showing her how much
he loved her than to make love to her, to worship her with his body.

Tess couldn't believe the way she
felt, the way he was making her feel. The previous time, their first time
together, had been amazing, the most perfect experience she could remember, but
it was nothing compared to then. She had some idea of what to expect yet his
interest in pleasuring her, in focusing all of his attention on giving her
pleasure and ignoring his own, was a thrill to her. She wanted to please him as
he was pleasing her but when she reached for him he shifted subtly, preventing
her altering what he was doing.

Every touch of his lips on her
bare skin, so soft and gentle, sent a shiver through her and she quivered
powerfully when his fingertips lightly stroked her.

The sight of her, modestly
crossing her legs to hide
her self
from his view, was
more erotic to him than if she had spread herself in a blatant invitation. Gently,
he took hold of her legs and brought them back down, parting them slightly; not
wide enough to worry her but enough to give him access to the inside of her leg
so he could kiss her ankle.

Slowly and as teasingly as he had
kissed down her body, he kissed his way up her leg. Her thighs parted as he
moved higher and he paused when he reached the top, leaving her to anticipate.
He knew she was, he could tell what she wanted from him but he wasn't ready to
give it to her then.

Instead of giving her what she
desired, he moved to kiss his way down her other thigh and then back up. Though
he was taking his time, it didn't take him long to get back to the top of her
thigh. He felt a shiver of anticipation run through her as she held her breath
and knew she was wondering if he was going to give her what she wanted that
time, or if he was going to tease her some more.

He was tempted to tease her some
more, to make her wait for the pleasure she was desperate for. He couldn't wait
though, he had teased her long enough and was as keen as she. With a kiss for
her bare mound, he eased her thighs wider, parting them as far as they would go
as he lowered his mouth to her lips.

"Oh god,
yes!"
Tess cried out when he
kissed her there, his tongue flicking out to lap at her sensitive button. She
loved the feel of his tongue on her sensitive parts; he was so skilled with it
he had her squirming and uttering small yelps of ecstasy immediately. "Oh
how do you do that to me?" she moaned, the words coming in gasps as he
stimulated her body in ways she wouldn't have believed, ways that no other
person had managed.

She could feel a thunderous climax
building within her and folded the pillow over her face. "Oh my
God
!"
she groaned into the pillow as her eyes rolled back in her head and her entire
body shook, her thighs clamped tight around Charlie's head, holding him against
her.

It was a few moments before Tess
calmed and her body stilled; when she did, Charlie slowly made his way up her
body until his lips reached hers. When she reached down to take him in her hand
and guide him to her, Charlie knew how much she wanted him and he pushed
forward. She was so wet he slipped inside her easily, filling her with his
length. He held himself there once he was inside her, enjoying the feel of her
around him.

He filled her completely,
satisfyingly so, and Tess was amazed to feel herself on the brink of a second
orgasm as he slowly withdrew from her. She hated the thought of him leaving her
and she clung to him, desperate to keep him within her.

Charlie pulled back until he was
only just inside her; he remained like that for a second or two and then slid
into her, filling her again. He repeated that rhythm, slow and steady, making
them both moan and groan in pleasure and anticipation, for several minutes
until it was too much for him.

Unable to resist any longer, and
encouraged by Tess' hands on his back and her heel on the back of his thigh, he
began to increase his pace. It wasn't long before he was thrusting into her,
filling her deeply with every stroke; small gasps escaped her as each thrust
resulted in his hips banging against hers, sending a jolt through her.

Her second orgasm built quickly to
a roaring crescendo that swept over her body, surprising her. She had never
climaxed twice in such a short time. She couldn't believe, given his
modesty, that
he was such a good lover. She had not slept
with a lot of people, but she had always considered she had had a good sex
life; her previous lovers were forgotten however, put to shame by the man
filling her then.

Aware that Tess had just climaxed,
Charlie slowed his rhythm again so he could change position. He kept himself
within her, enjoying how her body clenched at him, as he carefully got up onto
his knees and lifted her legs. He pushed her legs together, so she squeezed him
even tighter, and moved her legs up to her chest.

"Oh
god!"
Tess gasped as he went even
deeper into her than he had before.
"Oh god!
You're so deep!" she moaned, enjoying the feel of him.

"I want to be," Charlie
gasped as he pumped into her. "I love you and want to fill you with
everything I have."

That was as much as either of them
could manage to say then, or for some time, as they expressed their love for one
another in the most intimate way possible.

How long they were joined like
that, neither of them could say, time was irrelevant, before Charlie felt his
orgasm rising up within him to explode out and fill Tess. Tess had climaxes
three times by then yet she came again when he filled her, the heat of his seed
triggering her fourth orgasm, more than she had ever had, even when she was
suiting herself with her rabbit, the toy she kept in her bedside cabinet.

"Oh my
god!"
Tess flushed bright red in
embarrassment when their passion was spent and their senses returned.

Curious, Charlie looked at her.
"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Do you remember earlier when
we could hear the people in the next room talking?" Tess asked, still
blushing as she wriggled about until she was able to tuck her feet under the
duvet. Though there was no one around to see her, other than Charlie, she still
felt the need to cover up.

Charlie immediately joined her in
blushing as he remembered how easily they had been able to hear the conversation
coming from the next room. "I hope we don't bump into anyone at
breakfast," he said, his blush expanding until his skin was stained red
from the roots of his hair to his shoulders.

Despite her embarrassment, Tess
couldn't help smiling at his reaction. "I don't know," she said, a
cheeky grin stretching her lips. "I think it would be funny to see the
reactions of whoever is in the adjoining rooms if we bumped into them."

His cheeks remained flushed but
Charlie felt a strange surge of excitement pass through him at her words.
"They probably think we're here for a dirty weekend or something," he
said, surprised to find the idea of someone thinking that appealing.

"They'd be right," Tess
whispered into his chest, hoping he hadn't heard her, "wouldn't
they?" She knew it wasn't what Michael was there for, but she knew that
weekend was their only chance to get to know each other as a couple, without
Victoria around, without the bother of her ex-husband. It was their weekend to
enjoy each other, to be alone with one another; to have a 'dirty weekend'. She
knew he'd know what she meant, somehow, he always did.

Michael nodded and planted a kiss
on the top of her head. "I guess this does qualify as a dirty
weekend," he said, "but I hope it becomes more than that. I want to
be with you, forever," he whispered, not sure he was ready to speak the
words aloud. At the same time he didn't want to leave them unsaid. He hadn't
said what he wanted to, what he felt, years before when he had the change; he
didn't want the opportunity to pass him by again.

Tears sprang into Tess' eyes at
his words; she couldn't believe he wanted to be with her forever. Lifting her
head she gazed up at him, her eyes as wide as a doe caught in the headlights of
an approaching car. She blinked away her tears, hoping he hadn't seen them, and
pushed herself up so her face was level with his. "What did you say?"
she asked, wanting to be sure.

For a moment, a single moment,
Charlie hesitated. "I said I want to be with you, forever," he told
her, taking the plunge. Inwardly he prayed, though he wasn't a religious man,
that he had done the right thing, and that it would lead to the happiness he
hoped to share with her.

His words pleased her beyond
measure, though at the same time Tess was terrified. She knew he was scared of
children, scared because of his past and his family's past, because of the
things his father had done and the fear that he might turn out the same, and
she had a daughter. She couldn't help wondering what would happen if they didn't
get along; the thought was not a good one and she realised there was not for it
but for her to broach the subject. It was not something that could be avoided,
at least not for long. "You realise," she said, trembling inwardly,
"that if you want me, truly want me, there's Victoria to think of, don't
you?" What of her? You're not good with children; you've told me as much
in the past. I want to be with you, forever, truly, I do, but I can't give her
up to her father just to be with you. It wouldn't be right." The words
came out, faster and faster, until they were all but tumbling over one another.
"He can't parent her like I can. He can't be there for her like I can;
she's a girl, she's going to need her mother far more than she needs her father."

Charlie understood her fear, he
had always said he didn't want anything to do with kids, for many reasons, but
things had changed. "I would never ask  you to give her up for
me," he told her, holding her tight against him with one hand, while with
the other he stroked her hair gently. "I know you have Victoria, and I
know if we are going to be together I am going to have to accept her as well.