Saving Suzy (New city Series Book 2)

by Stefanie Simpson

  He looked so seriously at her, her heart clenched, then something else did. She kissed him, hard and needy.

  He pulled back, knowing that the bed would be too loud. He climbed out of bed, and urged her with him.

  She whispered, “We’re not having sex in your parents’ house.”

  He looked her up and down. She wore a short silk nightie, the hem of lace at the neck, was low, and her nipples stood out underneath.

  He sat on the floor and pulled her down to him, she straddled him.

  “Yes we are.” His deep whisper was barely audible.

  He kissed her, his tongue deep in her mouth. They paused when they heard laughter, people were still up, it was only just after twelve.

  Her eyes went wide, and she pulled her lips into her mouth and shook her head as she tried not to laugh. His wiggled his brows at her.

  “Can you be very quiet?”

  She nodded. She moved gently against him, he could feel how wet she was, and he positioned her over him and guided her down.

  Her head went back, mouth wide, but she made no sound. He kissed her neck as she began to move, he slowly nudged the thin strap of the nightie off her shoulder, and watched the top of the nightie fall lower over her breast. The feel of the silk against him was such a turn on.

  He pressed his lips together, as she adjusted her position. He nudged the other strap, and watched the nightie ride lower as she went up and down on him. He tried to relax, not to make any noise, but she felt so good, the sight of her in the soft light riding him was so perfect.

  When the top of her nipple poked up over the lace, he sucked in a breath. He held her tight against him and took her breast into his mouth, her fingers bit into him, as she kept quiet.

  He thrust up, guiding her up and down, his mouth tight over her nipple, the other breast moved free and he went to it, their movements becoming urgent.

  She looked down at him, his face was red with restraint, this was pure sensual torture for him, his hands slipped over the silk, and his whole body clenched. He stilled her and turned them over, taking control, he paused inside her, he could feel her internal muscles already pulling at him in anticipation. One hand went under the back of her neck, the other felt her breast still, she wrapped her legs round him as he held her eye.

  He thrust hard into her, their breath in sync as they went. He kissed her lightly as he slowly pulled out, she shook her head in the pause, they both knew how intense this would be. He grinned wickedly before thrusting harder again. Her head arched back, her mouth wide, he kissed her hard, his tongue deep in her mouth as he withdrew. She was panting under him, in the pause, and she steadied her breath before he thrust again.

  She clamped her mouth shut, but still looked at him, his eyes seared into her, the look was so intense, he felt her become wetter, the anticipation was killing them both, he was holding off as much as he could.

  Every nerve ending in her on taut, the silk of her skin, his skin, the feel of his thighs on the inside of hers.

  He knew when she was about to come, he could feel that first clench, and he moved in a hard thrust, she scrabbled underneath, desperate to cry out, and then there was no stopping him, over and over he pounded into her. They were silent, other than their breath, and even that they kept quiet. His rhythm became disjointed, his eyes narrowed, but still he looked into her eyes, as he came, face red and taut. He panted into her mouth as he stilled.

  He stayed inside her and just looked at her as he stroked her cheek. “I love you so much.”

  “I love you too.”

  The little downstairs bathroom, due to the fact the den used to be the kitchen, had a connecting door to it, and was always designated for whoever stayed in the den so they wouldn’t have to go upstairs.

  Suzy cleaned herself up and crept back into bed.

  “I think everyone’s in bed now.”

  She nestled into Nathan’s embrace. “Was that weird?”

  “Bit, but so intense.”

  They went to the pub on Saturday afternoon, the kids were well behaved and they had a nice late lunch, Peter and Linda took the kids home and the others stayed there, the afternoon grew late, and their table in the garden overlooked the moored sailboats of the inlet, in the banked dunes beyond people walked their dogs.

  The warmth of the sun and light sea breeze was relaxing and Suzy sat back in her chair, Nathan’s arm behind her as they chatted and laughed with Lance and Rachel.

  The brothers reminisced about their childhoods, and Suzy and Rachel ribbed them for their antics.

  “Nathan, bloody hell.”

  They all turned to see man grinning at their table.

  “Greg, how are you.” They shook hands, and Greg’s eye fell on Suzy.

  “Who’s your friend?”

  Nathan frowned. “Suzy this is a friend from School, Greg. This is my girlfriend Suzy.”

  Greg made a point of looking her up and down. “You’re familiar, we haven’t met have we.”

  Nathan tensed, but Suzy stayed his hand, with a gentle touch. “No, I’ve not been to this part of the world.”

  “Well it’s nice to see you moving on at last.” Greg made a hasty exit.

  “Would anyone like to explain that to me?”

  “He had a thing for Cass, God, when we were doing our exams, they lived close to each other, he was a bit of a prick, but he cared about her.”

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah, it’s just weird being out here.”

  “We don’t have to, we can do whatever you’re comfortable with.” He smiled a little, and kissed her cheek.

  “That’s one of the reasons I love you.”

  She smiled.

  “You two are adorable. A toast, to the future.” Nathan rolled his eyes at Rachel, but toasted with the others.

  Twenty. Normalcy

  Suzy shoved her glasses on top of her head and stretched. Ten past five, not bad. She packed up and headed out, waving to her boss through her door window as she went.

  She buttoned her coat up, and trotted to her car avoiding the rain. The summer hadn’t lasted long, and by October, it felt like full on winter.

  She couldn’t wait to get home. They had not long moved into their new home. Their home. She smiled every time she thought about it. It was sad to leave her little flat, and she didn’t like leaving Sam, but she had her own life now, and a good boyfriend. They had spent quite a few nights out, the four of them, and Suzy really liked him.

  They had looked all over Chadford for a house, Nathan not happy with anything that they saw. When they drove into Nattleton, Nathan said it felt like a comfortable area, the only one he had really liked. Nattleton came with a steep price tag.

  On the outskirts, in the older part of the place, away from the early twentieth century suburb, were a few pretty streets and houses, and nestled in them was an old cottage.

  What was once a two bed Victorian cottage had been extended in the eighties, it needed a little tarting up, but it was solid, and warm. It had a pretty back garden and the views from the back were of the countryside. Yet they were only twenty minutes from town.

  They both fell in love with it on sight. Nathan looked at Suzy and knew. New kitchen, new bathroom, new boiler, and new carpets, had been done. They were gradually decorating as they went.

  She wondered how they could afford it, but with her income on the mortgage, it was only a little more than her rent on the flat.

  She pulled onto the drive, and she smiled when she saw that Nathan wasn’t back yet. Perfect.

  When they had been doing the renovations in the kitchen, they accidentally went through a fake wall that covered a door, it put them back a few days as it was stripped back, and they found a boarded up cellar.

  It was damp and not large, but they both had the same thought at the same time. They had made no plans to finish it anytime soon, but they had it damp proofed and an air system put in to allow a good flow of air. The cellar was sectioned off near the stairs, and a sm
all shower room was put in. It was expensive, but so worth it.

  The electrics were put in, and it was plastered, but that was as far as it went. Until Nathan had to go down to London for a few days, and she set to work.

  She had a heater put in, had it decorated and carpeted. She went with having the one long wall in a dark blue, the other walls cream. The carpet was cream and the woodwork was left stripped but waxed. It could have been a bedroom or a den, or anything. Until she furnished it.

  She ordered a large plush chaise with a sideboard, for one end, above which she put a massive gilt mirror. That was as normal as it got, she booked a company to come down the second time Nathan was away, and fit it out.

  She had a wooden beam put in on the ceiling, with an array of hooks and a chain. She had a swing put in, with all the bells and whistles. And finally, a bench, it was curved over and under, and was upholstered in leather.

  How she’d managed to keep it a secret from him, was beyond her. He had come back from London last week, and she nearly gave, but she held back, knowing it would be the best birthday ever.

  She changed into a pair of stockings and heels, after a quick shower. She grabbed the bottle of champagne they had been saving, two glasses, and some food to snack on.

  She left the door open as she went down, shivering as she went.

  She put the heater on, and set up. She pulled out a wide strip of ribbon and tied round her bust in a bow and settled on the swing, gently swaying on it, as the room warmed.

  Nathan knew she was up to something. He’d catch her smiling to herself in thought. He wondered if she knew what he had planned.

  The house was quiet when he opened the door. He called out, there was no answer, he narrowed his eyes, as he took the stairs by two. She wasn’t there. He called out and went back downstairs. In the kitchen, he saw the door was open.

  He frowned and went down, finding the soft lights were on, but the room itself he didn’t recognise.

  “What the bloody…”

  His mind took it all in, and he heard her giggling. There she sat, tied up with a ribbon, on a sex swing. Sex swing. He swallowed. She still had her hair up, and her glasses on. She held out a glass to him.

  He laughed and went to her, he kissed her as he took the glass.

  “You sneaky fucker.”

  “Indeed, do you like?”

  “It looks incredible. I thought you’d go with one of those cross thingies, you know.”

  “How cliché. That, is for you.” She nodded to the beam. “You can stand while you’re attached to it, or, there’s a stool to sit on.” It was upholstered like the bench, and looked sturdy. “The swing, is something I’ve wanted for ages.” She grinned as she pointed all the things with it. “Restraints, harnesses, we can both get on it, or just one of us. Think of the possibilities.”

  He drank his champagne. “Oh I am.”

  He looked at the bench and tilted his head. “It’s designed for comfort and pleasure, there’s like a dozen ways you can fuck on it.”

  He grinned. “I suppose we no longer have a drawer of fun, but a sideboard of fun.”

  “Yep.”

  “This is amazing.”

  “I say we christen it.” She swung on the swing a little more.

  He took the glass from her, and put them down. He kissed her sweetly. He lifted one hand to the restraints above her and looked at her, she grinned in response.

  He fastened her hand in, and then the other. He looked at all the other straps, and did up the ones around her thighs to keep her legs apart.

  He undid his shirt as she watched, her breaths making the ribbon tight on her chest. He undid his trousers, he couldn’t wait. He kissed her deeply, then down her neck, and to her breasts, he slowly pulled the end of the ribbon and moaned when her nipples were free.

  He eased into her, pulled the swing forward as he did.

  She cried out, her head falling back. “Oh fuck, this is so good.”

  “Too good, I’m sorry babe I need to…”

  “Please Nathan.”

  He shifted so he could get deeper, his legs already shaking a little. He gloried in watching her as he took her, hard and needy, the jolt of her breasts, her hair falling from her bun. He grunted as his whole body tightened.

  She hissed when he went harder, unable to slow down, and he felt the first clench or her orgasm.

  “That’s it, oh fuck, come for me.”

  She managed to look at him. Half dressed, his face set. She watched his rigid body as he fucked her, and she came, calling out loudly. He pulled her hard to him once as he came. They were both panting hard when he leant forward and kissed her, and undid the restraints.

  She eased herself down and nipped to the little bathroom to clean herself up. Nathan was grinning as he poured them each another glass and got undressed.

  There were a few cushions and a blanket with the chaise, and he set them down by the heater, and she joined him, she had taken off her glasses and let her hair down.

  “Happy birthday.”

  “You get me the best presents.” They settled down together and they wrapped up in the blanket as she laughed. “This wasn’t how saw tonight going.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah, I had plans.”

  “Shit, I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. This will do well enough. Close your eyes.”

  She nestled in and obeyed with a little smile. He moved and went to his jacket pocket. He took her hand in his and placed the box on her palm.

  She frowned and he spoke gently as he stroked her face. “I love you so much, you’re the most important person to me. I always want that, us. Open your eyes.”

  She did, and her hand trembled. She looked down as he opened the box. He kissed her cheek.

  “Will you be my wife and let me be your husband?”

  She didn’t speak for a moment, she just looked at the beautiful diamond. She finally looked up at him, her eyes large. He watched her swallow. She took a steadying breath.

  “I’d love to marry you.” He beamed his perfect smile and slipped the ring onto her finger.

  They kissed under the warmth of the blanket, and made love, the night slipped away from them, lost in a heady private happiness.

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