“Now?” I asked again.
He stopped us and moved behind me, placing me where he wanted me with his hands on my upper arms. Next, I felt the silk of my scarf being untied from the back of my head with his large fingers tugging gently on the fabric. I loved Neil’s fingers. They worked a kind of magic on me. He touched me with them and I became a hot mess, desperate for him to do other things to me with more parts of his body.
My eyes were still closed.
“You can open them now, Cherry.”
It took me a moment to utter any words.
“I—I can’t believe how beautiful it is.” The dark night was illuminated by the millions of fairy lights of London.
He stayed quiet.
“This is what you wanted to show me first.” I reached out a hand and touched the glass. “The view out the window.” It was indeed, stunning. A whole wall of glass extending out over the city, both the old and the new, lit up and shining against the stark midnight-blue sky.
“Yes.” I felt him step back and break contact with me.
I turned my head and saw he’d moved to a padded bolster cushion and sat down on it.
“Do you remember what I asked you to do for me the first time we made love at Hallborough?” he asked softly.
“You wanted me naked against the view in the window.”
“Yes, that’s right, Cherry. You do remember…”
“I do, Neil.” I stretched my arms up behind my neck and dragged my palms up through my hair at the back of my scalp. “And now?”
I saw him swallow deeply and his eyes widen. I liked to hear his commands, so I waited for him to tell me. I loved the look of him right then too. Like a fierce golden beast waiting until the perfect moment to pounce upon his prey. I was the prey. Lucky, lucky, me.
“Strip for me in front of this window, Cherry. All the way down to your skin…so my London view is finally made the way I’ve always needed it to look for me in this house. This window—this view—you in front of it. Do that for me now.”
I steadied my racing heart and slowly stripped for my man.
He watched me do it in silence, in stillness.
I imagined this was something more for him than just a prelude to what was certain to be an orgasmic explosion at its conclusion. This was our second beginning.
Only his eyes followed my movements. They tracked my arms as I removed my dress and dropped it to the floor. They lingered on my legs as I unzipped my boots, then peeled off my tights. They glittered when my bra came off, and flashed when my knickers were released from my hand, to land silently somewhere on the heap of garments littering the furry rug beneath my feet.
He leaned back in his position on the bolster and looked at me some more, his elbows propping up his big body, legs stretched out in front of him, ankles crossed. He seemed in no hurry to rush me, but content to savor something he’d wanted for a long time.
I gave him as much time as he wanted, content to wait for the next request.
“Turn around, and look out at the view,” he said on a breath.
I did it, totally confident in the knowledge that nobody but Neil would see me. The photographer in him had organized this so there would be no backlighting. I knew my man well.
I heard the sounds of zippers and belts and clothes coming off. The thud of shoes and trousers being discarded, the clink of metal, as things were abandoned to wherever they happened to fall.
“Move your legs apart and put your palms forward on the frame of the glass.”
A shiver rolled down my spine as I complied with his request. I waited for something to happen, becoming more aroused and needy by the second, when suddenly, I sensed him very close, although I’d not heard him moving toward me.
I could smell the spiced, clean scent of him, and I heard a long, controlled breath being released along my back.
Then…his tongue took a long, wide lick forward up the seam of my pu**y.
I shouted through the contact, unable to muffle the cries of extreme pleasure as he devoured my sex with his mouth. I arched back to give him better access and gripped the window frame to keep myself upright.
He was relentless with his mouth. And his fingers—gripped my hips firmly, kneaded the flesh, and held me apart so he could continue to f**k me with his tongue, until he knew I was climaxing. Oh yes, he would know when it happened. His lips would feel me, and his tongue would taste me. Any second it would happen…
So when he pulled away, I nearly fell down to the floor and wept.
I must have made sounds of protest, because he growled at my ear, “I know, beautiful girl…I know.”
Then his c**k took the place where his tongue had just been.
We both shouted together as his enormous length burrowed all the way in, bumping the wall of my cervix with a sharp luxurious sting.
“I love you so much…” he moaned at my shoulder as he reared back. And then he powered forward violently. The pace was wicked, the thrusting fierce, the pleasure intense, as he found his rhythm with me. I floated away to a place where thinking was not possible, nor important. We both knew where we were and what we were doing.
It was finally right.
So very right…when Neil f**ked me against the panoramic window of his flat, that looked out upon the city of London, in all her nighttime glory… So very right…when Neil claimed me for the second time in our lives.
****
He brushed his hand up and down my hip absently as if he didn’t want me to forget he was there.
As if I could ever forget when he was touching me.
We were now spooning on our sides in front of the window, snuggled into the thick fur rug on the floor. The rug was so decadently soft, and although I appreciated its cushioning from the hard floor, I didn’t need its warmth. I had my man right up against me to keep me warm. My body was burning with heat anyway, from what we’d just done together, and continued simmering for a good long while. I didn’t feel like I could ever be cold again.
“Thank you,” he whispered at the edge of my shoulder, pressing his lips there before moving them on to the next spot, little soft kisses on my skin in a trail up my shoulder to my neck.
“My pleasure,” I purred.
“Yours and mine,” he said.
“I’ve still not gotten a tour of your flat yet, you know.”
“You’ve seen the only part that’s ever really mattered to me though.”
“The window was that special to you, Neil?”
He stopped us and moved behind me, placing me where he wanted me with his hands on my upper arms. Next, I felt the silk of my scarf being untied from the back of my head with his large fingers tugging gently on the fabric. I loved Neil’s fingers. They worked a kind of magic on me. He touched me with them and I became a hot mess, desperate for him to do other things to me with more parts of his body.
My eyes were still closed.
“You can open them now, Cherry.”
It took me a moment to utter any words.
“I—I can’t believe how beautiful it is.” The dark night was illuminated by the millions of fairy lights of London.
He stayed quiet.
“This is what you wanted to show me first.” I reached out a hand and touched the glass. “The view out the window.” It was indeed, stunning. A whole wall of glass extending out over the city, both the old and the new, lit up and shining against the stark midnight-blue sky.
“Yes.” I felt him step back and break contact with me.
I turned my head and saw he’d moved to a padded bolster cushion and sat down on it.
“Do you remember what I asked you to do for me the first time we made love at Hallborough?” he asked softly.
“You wanted me naked against the view in the window.”
“Yes, that’s right, Cherry. You do remember…”
“I do, Neil.” I stretched my arms up behind my neck and dragged my palms up through my hair at the back of my scalp. “And now?”
I saw him swallow deeply and his eyes widen. I liked to hear his commands, so I waited for him to tell me. I loved the look of him right then too. Like a fierce golden beast waiting until the perfect moment to pounce upon his prey. I was the prey. Lucky, lucky, me.
“Strip for me in front of this window, Cherry. All the way down to your skin…so my London view is finally made the way I’ve always needed it to look for me in this house. This window—this view—you in front of it. Do that for me now.”
I steadied my racing heart and slowly stripped for my man.
He watched me do it in silence, in stillness.
I imagined this was something more for him than just a prelude to what was certain to be an orgasmic explosion at its conclusion. This was our second beginning.
Only his eyes followed my movements. They tracked my arms as I removed my dress and dropped it to the floor. They lingered on my legs as I unzipped my boots, then peeled off my tights. They glittered when my bra came off, and flashed when my knickers were released from my hand, to land silently somewhere on the heap of garments littering the furry rug beneath my feet.
He leaned back in his position on the bolster and looked at me some more, his elbows propping up his big body, legs stretched out in front of him, ankles crossed. He seemed in no hurry to rush me, but content to savor something he’d wanted for a long time.
I gave him as much time as he wanted, content to wait for the next request.
“Turn around, and look out at the view,” he said on a breath.
I did it, totally confident in the knowledge that nobody but Neil would see me. The photographer in him had organized this so there would be no backlighting. I knew my man well.
I heard the sounds of zippers and belts and clothes coming off. The thud of shoes and trousers being discarded, the clink of metal, as things were abandoned to wherever they happened to fall.
“Move your legs apart and put your palms forward on the frame of the glass.”
A shiver rolled down my spine as I complied with his request. I waited for something to happen, becoming more aroused and needy by the second, when suddenly, I sensed him very close, although I’d not heard him moving toward me.
I could smell the spiced, clean scent of him, and I heard a long, controlled breath being released along my back.
Then…his tongue took a long, wide lick forward up the seam of my pu**y.
I shouted through the contact, unable to muffle the cries of extreme pleasure as he devoured my sex with his mouth. I arched back to give him better access and gripped the window frame to keep myself upright.
He was relentless with his mouth. And his fingers—gripped my hips firmly, kneaded the flesh, and held me apart so he could continue to f**k me with his tongue, until he knew I was climaxing. Oh yes, he would know when it happened. His lips would feel me, and his tongue would taste me. Any second it would happen…
So when he pulled away, I nearly fell down to the floor and wept.
I must have made sounds of protest, because he growled at my ear, “I know, beautiful girl…I know.”
Then his c**k took the place where his tongue had just been.
We both shouted together as his enormous length burrowed all the way in, bumping the wall of my cervix with a sharp luxurious sting.
“I love you so much…” he moaned at my shoulder as he reared back. And then he powered forward violently. The pace was wicked, the thrusting fierce, the pleasure intense, as he found his rhythm with me. I floated away to a place where thinking was not possible, nor important. We both knew where we were and what we were doing.
It was finally right.
So very right…when Neil f**ked me against the panoramic window of his flat, that looked out upon the city of London, in all her nighttime glory… So very right…when Neil claimed me for the second time in our lives.
****
He brushed his hand up and down my hip absently as if he didn’t want me to forget he was there.
As if I could ever forget when he was touching me.
We were now spooning on our sides in front of the window, snuggled into the thick fur rug on the floor. The rug was so decadently soft, and although I appreciated its cushioning from the hard floor, I didn’t need its warmth. I had my man right up against me to keep me warm. My body was burning with heat anyway, from what we’d just done together, and continued simmering for a good long while. I didn’t feel like I could ever be cold again.
“Thank you,” he whispered at the edge of my shoulder, pressing his lips there before moving them on to the next spot, little soft kisses on my skin in a trail up my shoulder to my neck.
“My pleasure,” I purred.
“Yours and mine,” he said.
“I’ve still not gotten a tour of your flat yet, you know.”
“You’ve seen the only part that’s ever really mattered to me though.”
“The window was that special to you, Neil?”
