by Dawn Burton
“Fuck! Fuck. Fuck,” was all she could manage, staring at him with her huge brown eyes, flecked with gold, flushed cheeks and surprised open mouth.
“Are you ok?” he checked.
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes a million times. I…I don’t think I’ve had anyone pay that much attention to my body before!” she stuttered.
“Oh sweetheart, that’s just the beginning. This is the every day service you’ll be getting from me. Just wait til you get the deluxe version, of kisses across every bit of skin, massages everywhere, no crease or crevice or millimetre of you left unexplored by me. Does that sound ok?”
“Uh-huh,” she whimpered. “I. Erm. I can’t think, let alone speak! But what I can do is return the favour, so let me worship you.”
“If you insist,” he shrugged, smiling, twisting so he was lying on his back and putting his hands up behind his head.
Annie sat up and straddled his chest, leaning forwards to kiss him deeply, her breasts falling to rest on his shoulders. She could taste herself on him, and, fuck, that was a turn-on. He reached his hands forwards to pinch her nipples, and she slowly descended down his body, peppering his chest with kisses until her breasts were stretched to the limit from her nipples. She pulled back slowly, pulling herself out of his grasp until her breasts ricocheted down his chest and he groaned in pleasure, his cock twitching under her groin.
She shuffled down and pulled on his trunks with her teeth, continuing down his legs so his cock sprang free of the material and bounced back up to smack her in the face. He wasn’t porn-star length, and he was probably average thickness, just perfectly normal, and she instantly loved his erect cock, wanting to take his velvety softness in her mouth. She impatiently pulled his trunks off and threw them, then dived onto his cock, taking him in her mouth as deep as she could. He moaned as she swallowed and constricted against his tip and then pulled slowly back so he came out of her with a loud ‘pop’. She repeated several times, adding in her hands to stroke his length as she did, and she felt his tension.
“Sweetheart, I’m not gonna last much longer. There’s a condom in my wallet in my jeans,” he gasped.
She scrambled to find his wallet, unwrapped the condom and put it on, straddling his body again and positioning him at her entrance. She looked up at him questioningly and he nodded, “Please sweetheart, please do it, but only if you want to.”
She smiled and pushed down, impaling herself onto his cock, both of them shouting out. She held him behind his neck as she rocked and rolled her hips for a few minutes before speeding up. He reared up, grabbed her and twisted so she was on her back, and then he started pounding into her, holding her with one hand and the other down on her clit, rubbing furiously as he pumped in and out.
Her second orgasm came out of nowhere, taking her breath as she spasmed and clung onto him. He could feel her around his cock and it tipped him over, the pressure building until he could hold back no more, and he emptied his balls over and over into the condom. They sank down, sweaty and smiling, gathering their breath and laughing.
“Wow. Just fucking wow, Annie. I adore your body,” he smiled down at her, pushing the strands of curls falling over her face out of the way, and bending to claim her mouth again. He could see the range of browns and coppers in her curls, catching the lamp light, shining around her head like a halo, her creamy skin and flushed cheeks, golden brown eyes. He took in everything about her, wanting to hold this image in his memory forever. “You’re so beautiful, so perfect,” he murmured as he took her mouth. He felt the slight shake of her head and caught a glimpse of the frown flitting over her face. She obviously didn’t believe his words, but whatever her story was, whatever her past was, he’d make sure she knew he believed it.
Annie welcomed him into her mouth, pushing her body against him, wanting to hide in him and never come out. God, he was way too perfect for a screw-up like her. She’d hinted at her past when they’d spoke waiting for their taxi, but for all his acceptance, would he really want her once he knew how many men she’d slept with? Who would want a woman like that for their wife, the mother of their children? She refused to use the labels society gave girls like her; slut, slag, whore, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel like she’d been one in the past, no matter how much her adult brain tried to rationalise her behaviour and that of those around her.
But before-sex had never been like this sex. This now-sex was out of this world! It was like comparing apples and pears. The before-sex was mainly done with other teenagers, and their level of experience only seeming to equate to a quick fumble up and down her slit before it was a push on her head to get her to go down. Or a push on her shoulders to get on her back. Or up against a nightclub wall. Or in a bathroom at a party. Or wherever they’d wanted to rut her up against.
Although her and Taylor hadn’t made it to a bed, this was proper grown-up sex. Taylor’d taken care of her needs and held her after she’d come, not even pushing for his turn. God, this was the sex she wanted and would demand from now on. Even if Taylor broke her heart and decided she wasn’t for him, he’d set the standard in her head now.
She was roused from her thoughts by Taylor gently disengaging himself. He gestured downwards to the condom. “Is that a bathroom under the stairs? I need to…”
“Yes, yes of course. Just through there.” She stood and went to put her clothes back on but stopped. She wanted him to see the confident adult Annie, who owned and enjoyed her body and her pleasure. She wasn’t that shy, self-conscious teen who was taken advantage of so many times until it had just become easier to be the party animal and goodtime girl they wanted from her. She picked their clothes up and stood waiting.
Taylor came out of the bathroom, eyeing her up appreciatively and took the hand she held out.
“Quick shower before everyone turns up?” she suggested.
“Sure.” They walked past the floor-to-ceiling windows reflecting the street light from Spon Street back at them and started up the stairs. “Now, I have very few inhibitions left, Annie, but you know, aren’t windows like this a bit revealing for the state we’re in?”
She smiled, “Special glass, I promise. We can see out, but no-one can see in, even in the dead of night with a million lights on. I’ve tested it several times to make sure!”
“So, kind of like one-way mirror?”
“Exactly.”
Taylor nodded sagely at the thought, then got distracted by her gently-swaying buttocks in front of his face as she led the way. He reached out to cup one of them, feeling her body stretch as she moved, the soft flesh yielding to his squeeze.
“An arse man as well?”
“If it belongs to you, then yes. Tits, arse, and legs, and belly, and shoulders, and lips, and of course the beautiful cunt. Basically, any individual part that comes together to make the most amazing package for the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”
“Nice! You’re smooth, I might keep you.” She went for the jokey reply, steering away from his compliments, not really knowing how she was supposed to respond.
They turned left at the top of the stairs, doubling back above her living area, with spare bedrooms occupying the space to the right, above her kitchen and dining area. Walking through an open set of double doors to two dressing rooms opposite each other, she pointed to the empty one on the left, with a window looking out towards Spon Street. “Yours, if you’d like to leave a hat here or something,” she said with a smile.
They continued through another set of doors to the bedroom, with a large oblong window above the super-king bed on the right. She pointed to the far side of the bed, “Your side.”
She led him through the entrance to the en-suite bathroom, opposite the bed. They came to a green tiled wall with a forked path left or right to take. She pointed to a sink on the left of the doorway behind them, “Mine,” and to the sink on the right, “Yours.” She went to the left, gesturing for him to go to the right. They met on the other side of the wall which turned out to be the
back of a huge walk-in shower with double shower heads.
She pointed to a door on her left, “My toilet,” and then to a door on the right, “Your toilet,” laughing at herself.
The main feature which took Taylor’s breath away though, was the extra-large raised bath in front of them, with a small window panel level with the bath and a full-width window above, looking across Spon Street’s roofs, with the Ikea store beyond. “Fucking hell, a bath I can finally fit in,” he laughed.
“I’ve clearly been expecting you,” smiled Annie, turning on the shower. “We can have a really quick dunk after showers if you want.”
He turned to watch her splashing water over her body as she stepped under the spray. He moved forward to join her, and they gently cleaned each other all over, kissing, touching and exploring as they went.
Annie moved over to the bath, pressed one button and the tub effortlessly filled with perfect temperature water, as she pressed another button to turn on an array of coloured lights around the bath.
“You can make it hotter/colder through these buttons and if you talk to Alexa nicely, she’ll play music for you. Do you want a drink? I’m going to make an Americano?”
“Great, yes please, thanks,” said Taylor as he eased himself down into the warmth, hoping she was right about the one-way glass. He looked over at the Coventry skyline, spires in the distance, hardly believing how perfect the last few hours had been. He couldn’t comprehend how much life had changed, had shifted so fundamentally, in such a short space of time.
Annie returned with the coffees. She stood in front of him, totally at ease in her nakedness as she set the mugs down, then stepped into the bath to join him. She reached over and turned the temperature of the water up, then opened the small window panel directly level with the bath. It dropped forward and down below the bath line, so there was now nothing between them and the Coventry vista, the cold invading air swirling in battle as it met the steam from the bath and their exposed skin.
“If I’m not at the kitchen table in the lobby, then I’m usually in here,” she said happily, settling into the bath next to Taylor. He turned onto his side and spooned her from behind, the pair of them looking out at the cityscape. He moved his hand around her body, feeling his way with his fingers as she slowly rocked in response, dipping between her legs and caressing her clitoris.
She responded to his touch, the tension building until she came again, thrusting back into his body, grabbing his waist to her and throwing her head back onto his shoulder, then covering her mouth with the back of her hand to muffle her sounds as the fiery warmth filled her body and mind.
She turned to be enveloped in his arms, kissing him gently as she recovered. She moved her hand down to his cock, ready to return the favour, but he stopped her with a grimace. “Sorry, I’m an old man - I’m gonna need a bit more time before I’m ready again.”
She moved to lie on top of him instead, her head on his chest as they looked out the window, and they lay there quietly together for 10 minutes, drinking their coffees, before it was time to leave the heat of the bath. They dried off with large turquoise bath sheets before heading into the bedroom.
Taylor watched Annie moving around the bedroom naked, singing the song he’d put on the speaker, and he felt a peace he hadn’t known for a very long time. Happiness. Contentedness. Whatever it was, he wasn’t letting this incredible woman go. But did she want him here in the same way? He thought she did, but his anxiety was never too far away.
“Oi, Lady Annabel,” he called to her.
She scrunched her face up at him at his use of her full title. “What?”
“Just checking. Are we good? Are we still forever?”
She shot him an incredulous look. “Are you for real? Apart from the cleaners, I never let anyone in here. Not Davy, not Will, no-one in my life has stepped foot in my wing. But you? You’ve got your own dressing room, sink, toilet, side of the bed. It’s been waiting for you, and it’s only because we’re good, and we’re forever, that I’ve let you in here. Plus, you’re pretty good at the sex stuff. So, I’m keeping you, make no doubt about that. As soon as I’m dressed, I’m reattaching myself.” She finished pulling on a red all-in-one suit as she spoke, turning in front of him and raising her hair for him to zip her up.
“Sounds good to me. And thank you then, for letting me in. In all ways,” he sniggered like a schoolboy. “But, like when you said you need to hear that I was going into this forever, I just needed to hear that what we’ve done so far was ok, for you.”
“Yes. It was.” Annie came up to him and put her arms around his neck. “In fact, I shall be so bold to claim that that was the best sex I’ve ever had, because it came with emotion and care and respect and…and…-”
“Love,” he whispered.
“Yes,” she replied, their hearts hammering in time with each other as they stood chest to chest, breathing in and out, their bodies as synchronised as their minds seemed to be. “I…I want you to know that nearly every sexual experience I’ve had was based around being used as a hole to be fucked, not as a woman to be loved. And I’ve never felt more worshipped and safer than in your arms. So, you’re not going anywhere.”
“Well, apart from back on tour to North America next week,” he quipped, then mentally kicked himself as her face fell. “Sorry. Look, we’ll get through this. Six months and then I’m done for now. We have another break in three months and a couple of long weekends. Maybe I can come back for a flying visit? Or could…could you get out to see me? Come on tour?”
She nodded, “It’s do-able, with a bit of planning. But, erm, oh god, I don’t know the best way to say this-”
“So just say it. No secrets, remember?”
“Do you…are you...intimate...with fans, do you have groupies join you, on tour, I mean?”
“No! In the past, yes, I can’t deny that having sex so readily on tap made it too easy for all of us not to say no, well, apart from Hilly, and there’s a load of kiss ‘n’ tell bullshit out there to prove it. But, I, we, as a band, we’ve moved on from all that. The thought of it leaves me cold, Connor’s married, Adie’s got a little girl and although he’s not with her mum, they come out and join us now and again so he can see her. We’re older, we’re different, and this tour’s been different.
“And the majority of our fans have grown up with us too. They’re married now, most have kids. They come with their partners and go home with them, rather than trying to sneak onto the tour bus. They come to see us because one of our songs is ‘their song’ now, the song they met their partner to, had their first dance to, gave birth to their child listening to.
“We’re a soundtrack to their lives, rather than being their lives, like it was in the early days. So, like I told you, for me, there’s been no sex, nothing sexual for a very long time until you. There’s always one or two crazy offers, but there’s been no groupies on tour over this past 18 months, and there won’t be for me for these remaining six months. I promise you.”
“But what if we’ve awoken something in you and you have the need, but I’m not there.” He could hear the panic still in her voice.
“Then I’ll sort myself out or I’ll call you, no matter what time it is, and you can describe to me what we’re going to do the next time we see each other, and we’ll talk until this mythical need is gone. Ok?”
“Hmmmm. Could be embarrassing if I’m taking Ethel or Beryl around the supermarket at the time.” She deflected again, giving herself time to get her emotions under control.
“Who knows, they might be able to give you some ideas. Old people are always dirtier than you think. Anyway, we should get going. I don’t want people to think I’ve kidnapped you.” He swooped and picked her up, holding her sideways in his arms. “You ok?”
“Yep. Thank you. For humouring me.”
“If it gets me access to that beautiful pussy again, sweetheart, I’ll humour you all day long.”
She smacked him affectionately and pl
aced her lips against his neck, kissing his throbbing pulse at the base. “I’m not too heavy, am I? I know I’m not stick-thin-”
“Shut the fuck up right now,” he said angrily, putting her down and spinning her to face him. “You should never, ever talk negatively about your beautiful body. I love every inch of your womanly curves, and I will never tire of worshipping every hill and valley of you. So, do not speak of such things again.” He nodded, satisfied he’d told her, and effortlessly picked her up again. She hid her face in his chest, feeling him gently kissing the top of her head.
He carried her to the door of her wing and set her down, stroking her cheek. “All ok?”
She nodded, smiled at him, then told him the code for her door. “Please don’t ever tell anyone else it. My privacy is really important to me. I’ll get you a swipe card for the front door and the gates, and if you give me your phone, I’ll get you set up for the smart controls around the place. I should think your party are here by now; you ready to face them?”
He grabbed her hand. “Yes. Our first official outing as ‘us’.”
She unlocked the door and they walked out. The lobby was now half-full of people, and there was a nightclub feel as music played through the sound system and lights pulsed, but there was no sign of Taylor’s party. Annie phoned Davy, finding out they were over the road in the Old Windmill pub, just finishing their drinks. She pulled Taylor over to the security desk by the front door, making up a swipe card for him. “Taylor, this is Richard, he does all my security in the evenings. We have someone posted on the gates, just because otherwise we get people buzzing all the time to try to get in, and then Rich makes sure all goes smoothly in here. Rich, this is Taylor Anderson. He knows the code to my wing, and he’s going to be part of my life from now on.”
The men shook hands, Taylor feeling he was being appraised, but seeing as he received a silent nod, he assumed he’d passed the test. “So, how does it work here, Annie? Are you open to the public?”
“Nah, this is basically just a big house party, but I don’t let anyone in unless I know them, or they know someone I know who can vouch for them. People have to let me know via an app if they want to come, and their names will be on a guest list that Rich controls, once Will or I have approved them. I’m not licensed, but I provide drinks and I expect people to make appropriate donations to my charity, depending on how much they eat and drink, again through the app. If I notice someone is coming but not donating and I know they’re drinking, Rich will have a quiet word, and if it continues, then they’re taking the piss and they’re out. Your lot are covered tonight though because Davy and Paul have fronted the money. Right, here’s your swipe card, and give me your phone.”