She felt too good and it felt so right. He wasn’t thinking straight they shouldn’t be doing this.
Rebecca was now clawing his back gently, sliding her hands down to his buttocks. She grabbed him firmly, pulling him into her with every thrust of his.
“Don’t Rebecca I’m near. I’ll cum,” he moaned in between the passionate kisses they exchanged.
Rebecca was now running her tongue over his earlobe and neck, as they moved as one grinding and gyrating together. He was kissing her passionately when he came. He couldn’t help himself; Jason was lost in the moment. He lay in Rebecca’s arms, his hard rod still in her.
She kissed him back deeply as they lay there as one, in each other’s arms. Nothing else mattered.
It was Rebecca who got up first; after all they had to go to work. She walked to the bathroom Jason laid there against the pillows in a heavenly state of bliss. He knew he loved her, he always had, and he would do anything to make her happy.
She came back into the room glowing, radiant as the sun bounced off her hair giving her a halo glow. God she was gorgeous. He could feel himself stir again. Rebecca laughed teasing him as she could see it take shape again through the sheet.
”None of that,” she laughed. “We have work,” she playfully scolded him as she walked past the bed dressed only in his shirt.
Jason gently grabbed her arm as she breezed past him pulling her onto him, his mouth on hers again kissing her passionately.
“About work Becs” he said, once he had finished the long and tender kiss they had shared.
”I’m out of the country till Friday Becs. I can’t re-arrange it. Can you stay with Lucy or better still why don’t both of you stay at mine? I have alarm systems and everything?”
“Let me call Lucy and I’ll see what she’s up to.” She looked at him, trying not to show too much concern.
She looked at him smiling, she all too well remembered yesterday; she knew David too and she certainly didn’t want a repeat performance starring ‘David and his fists’.
He was pleased when Rebecca said she would be staying at Lucy’s, as long as she was safe that was all that mattered to him.
They got dressed Rebecca’s, heart skipped a beat when she saw him in his suit. Due to the extensive travel he did, Jason always had a packed case ready to go at a moment’s notice if required. She hadn’t seen him much in the suits, he was normally always in smart casual clothes. Although she did love him naked, Jason Hallow in a suit, was a sex God.
‘Phoorrrr’ she thought ‘he’s so damn sexy’. She was seriously thinking of taking him again in ‘that suit’ when she was jolted back to reality when he asked for her phone.
He stood there giving her a devilish grin keying in his and her numbers onto their mobile phones.
He handed her back the phone, he bent to kiss her pressing his soft lips against hers as he lingered.
”I really don’t want to go,” he whispered to her, as his arms wrapped tightly around her as he lifted Rebecca off the ground and she melted into his embrace.
“I have to go,” he sadly whispered to her through an array of soft tender kisses.
“I’ll make sure I sort out the travel thing for the future, promise,” giving her a playful wink as he grabbed his case. Jason walked out of the door before playfully popping his head back in the door again, as he stole another long kiss.
“Call whenever you want okay?” he held her chin as he stood there captivated by her stealing more kisses from an obliging Rebecca.
“I’ll be back Friday okay? I’ll try to pick you up from work.” He beamed at her and he was gone after one final kiss.
He walked smiling to his parked Black Mercedes S class, driving off looking forward to their reunion on Friday.
He wasn’t even at the end of her road when he dialed Rebecca. She answered straight away laughing.
”Missing you already Becs. You call me ANYTIME I mean it okay? Especially if it’s late at night” he laughed down the phone.
“Don’t worry about the time, okay? You want me I’m here, night or day,” he laughed.
“What are you like? Stop fussing,” she said laughing. “I’ll see you on Friday then my lover, drive safe.”
He hung up. Big cheesy smile on his gorgeous face ‘Lover... I like that’. He thought driving off looking forward to Friday when he would be with Rebecca again. He had waited so long to hear those words from her lips. Life was good.
Chapter 9
‘Eclipse’
A month had passed since Georges Birthday surprise. They had now been seeing each other for seven months. George loved the fact that they had built up a relationship before the sex. God knows he’d made that mistake enough times to know how good he had it.
He always knew Lucy was special. She absolutely rocked his world. The money thing didn’t do it for her. She had a good job and was fiercely independent. He loved her motto “I don’t take shit....I give it”.
He loved everything about Lucy. Lucy and he were definitely getting close. Since Monaco things had changed between them for the better. She now stayed a few weeknights as well as the normal weekends, but tonight was the start of the weekend. They loved the weekends; they were loved up loonies in their own worlds.
He looked at her closet space and he was delighted to see a few items stocked there, which pleased him greatly. Maybe she would move more stuff in there. He looked forward to her coming home. He’d send John in the Bentley to drive her from work so she would get home to him quicker. He felt like a love torn teenager.
How he loved her, more than anything he’d ever known, he couldn’t believe how much he actually did. He had said it a few times now to her, but she wouldn’t say it back to him. She drove him crazy, she wouldn’t say it. He knew she felt the same. God just the mere thought of her made his cock hard.
While he waited for her, he picked up his guitar and started to strum randomly before long he was playing ‘Wish You Were Here’ she walked through the door and started to sing along with him. “We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl .......Year after year..... Running over the same old ground...... But have we found..... The same old fears..... Wish You Were Here” they sang in unison.
“Ohh SO up for some Floyd tonight.” She said, as she walked up the stairs heading to the Master suite while she shouted down
“I’m just putting on something more comfortable Georgie” she trailed off as he kept strumming.
Lucy let her clothes fall to the floor as she stepped into the steam shower, after she had finished drying her hair; she threw on one of George’s shirts, buttoning them up as she walked down the stairs calling for him.
“Hey Georgie boy, where are you my stud muffin?”
“I’m down here in the kitchen cooking,” he yelled from the kitchen housed in the basement.
George’s kitchen was an engineering masterpiece. It was a beautiful white Bulthaup b3; the island countertop was higher than the standard 34 1/4 inches. it looked like it has been made from a single mold, creating a fascinating focal point in the center of the room.
It had multitude of functions such as cook tops, water points and a sink integrated to ensure a seamless appearance. The cupboards held crockery, kitchen tools, spices and groceries, the design was so functional. The kitchen either concealed or revealed everything at once.
An entire culinary universe opened up behind the cupboard’s full-length doors. Just as in an organized tool cupboard, every glass and knife has its place and could be found immediately.
The b3 was truly an innovative idea in a spectacular design. Its homogenously solid-core, thick-layer laminate ensured a seamless continuation of the worktops, side panels and back panel.
It really was a spectacular focal point — a free-standing island, in the center of the room. The precision-finished laminate structure concealed the selected base cabinets into a single unit. He loved his kitchen and he loved to cook, especially for her she wasn’t in to all the fancy
restaurants.
George had prepared dinner earlier, while waiting for her to finish work. When she entered the kitchen ‘Dark side of the Moon’ was playing on the docking station that was set into the huge seamless island. George had stripped stood there naked except for an apron standing at the cooker, his back facing her as he stood at the hob.
“I’m doing your favourite, Shepherd’s Pie,” He called out over the music that was playing.
When Lucy reached the Kitchen, she was hit with the aroma of his cooking. All she could see was the view of his firm tight tanned arse. He always sunbathed naked on his Yacht which was moored in Cannes. She did like his ‘no tan lines’.
“Oye cheeky,” she said slapping his firm buttocks as she brushed past him. “Oh yes. Please May I have another” he said. He was still facing the hob.
She slapped him again.
“Another,” he said looking over his shoulder at her a cheeky grin on his face.
“Another.” Again he smiled at her, his eyes penetrating her.
She slapped him again harder.
“Another.” His hands on the counter spread eagled and a naughty look on his handsome face.
This time she smacked him harder her hand stung.
“Harder,” he said as she SLAPPED him again.
Lucy could feel the sting burn her hand.
“Again,” he moaned as she SLAPPED.
“Again” SLAP. "Another”. SLAP “Another” SLAP. She found herself aroused, enjoying the sting of her hand. Her hand prints on his firm buttocks, yes she found it very arousing.
Lucy’s nipples hardened with each slap. In-between slaps she started teasing him, brushing her hard nipples against his back whilst undoing the apron strings tied around his waist.
She had stopped the slapping. Now Lucy was concentrating on teasing him with her nipples and tongue which was flickering across his shoulders moving slowly teasing him with deliberate flicks.
George turned slowly.
The apron was now in both of George’s hands, as he started to fold it length ways, while darting and licking her lips and mouth, softly gliding over hers.
He held up the folded apron and moved towards her. She stood there in nothing but his shirt.
“Trust me” he said as he raised the apron to her eyes and tied it at the back of her head as a makeshift blindfold. ‘Time’ was now playing.
“Perfect song” he said through the clock alarms that were part of the track.
“Trust me,” he whispered again and again.
His hand slid in between her legs, all along he looked at her as she nodded her head to his words. He moved his hands slowly teasing her. They moved around to her buttocks. George swiftly lifted her up on top of the island unit. He moved closer to her, she could feel his breath on her. He leaned into her; she opened her legs enough for him to stand between them.
His mouth now on hers, kissing her deeply with frenzy he ripped the shirt apart in a single pull motion. The buttons flew pinging around the room, exposing her swollen nipples. George teased them with his fingers pulling gently at first on them.
His tongue flicked furiously in her mouth moving slowly down towards her breasts sucking and licking , caressing as he moved down to her abdomen still teasing. He flicked his tongue
“No,” she cried her hands on the back of his head trying to stop him (she never let anyone go down on her .....That was something special she didn’t give that up to anyone.)
”Trust me,” he whispered repeatedly again” You do, don’t you?” he begged.
“I dooooo,” she moaned nodding her head as his tongue slid and glided over her clitoris encircling it as his tongue buried deeper.
Lucy’s fingers gripping him harder as his tongue flashed gently to and fro,
“Mmmmmm” she moaned as his tongue slipped in and out of her.
He teased her love button with his tongue as he slid two fingers slowly into her as his fingers moved back and forth to her moans.
“Great Gig in the Sky’ began, he pulled his fingers in and out of her, going deeper, deeper into her, his tongue a frenzy again, she was moaning in ecstasy her back arching with every thrust of his hand.
George’s thumb now on her love button, his fingers slid in and out constantly only moderating from slow teasing to fast ramming. His tongue wandered up finding her hard nipples with ease, gliding and sucking.
All the while he stroked his stiff cock with his free hand, his breathing deepened. Lucy grabbed his jaw and pulled him to her,
“Please” she said “I need you in me now!” she begged with urgency.
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The makeshift blindfold had heightened Lucy’s senses, she was normally the one in control, and she always made sure she did. It was ‘her power’ making them crumble and she was losing her hold fast.
She could feel George rub his tip on the wetness of her thighs. “Put him in,” she ordered, the need in her apparent.
“Uh uh,” he groaned shaking no with his head, rubbing himself against her entrance still suckling and nibbling her nipple. Lucy could feel him throb. She ached for him; she slid down trying to take him in her. She needed to be filled.
George eased just the tip in her, while still nipping gently at her nipple. Lucy tried to move further down on him, but George stopped and steadied her with his arm around her waist holding her steady as he continued to tease her with his tip.
“Pleaseeeee I need you in me. Oh Jesus! George put it in me, fill me with your cock,” She begged.
‘Us & Them’ were now playing she pulled on his hair pulling him to her, he thrust slightly only a little further in.
“More,” she begged, “More,” he inched a little further, each time.
Lucy tried to clench down on him, trying to squeeze him into her. Advancing, further he slid as slow as he could; teasing her with his hard length. He moved with the music his thrusts in perfect time. Deeper and deeper with each thrust, he could feel the cum build rising to his tip, he ripped off the makeshift blindfold.
George wanted to look in her eyes and see the fireworks; he wanted to see her explode.
’Eclipse’ started playing. He thrust and throbbed, moving in and out. She in unison, they moved in perfect rhythm to the music, as one. She was balancing on the counter using her hands moving up and down on him,
“I’m going to cum,” she said it was towards the end of the song and it had a spectacular climax. He wanted them to erupt together.
“Hold on,” he begged. “Wait! Just go with the music and then you can cum.”
Lucy moved sliding up and down on him as she felt the familiar rush take hold of her. She could feel herself quivering; he thrust deeper and deeper as the music built to the finale.
The songs climax was coming and so were they. As the song exploded, so did they in perfect unison, he looked deeply in her eyes.
“I love you Lucy Watters,” he said stroking her face.
“I love you too Mr. De Vere” she replied and kissed him like she never kissed him before.
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