‘I … I want you to … to fuck me.’
‘That’s better.’ He suddenly pushed her away so she sprawled backwards in front of the chair. He sat, stretched his legs out, picked up the bottle and grinned. The cigarette bobbed on his lip. ‘Come ‘ere an’ git started’ bitch, or we’ll go git ya kid ‘ere and she can show ya how.’
Katherine had nothing. She was out of cards. She crawled towards him.
I t was the final week of Shelly’s time in London. Alec had shown her the sights and introduced her to his friends. The time had flown. To start the visit Alec took her to the Palace Theatre to see ‘Jesus Christ, Superstar.’ It was the first of many West End shows and dinners the couple shared.
For the final week Alec and Shelley moved into the venerable Regent Palace Hotel in Piccadilly, once the largest hotel in Europe.
‘It’s quite appropriate for us,’ Shelley said as she unpacked her case.
Alec looked up from his own unpacking.
She explained. ‘Being so close to that statue. You know, Eros, the Greek god of love?’
‘But it’s not Eros.’ Alec put down a folded shirt, his face turning serious. ‘It’s Charity, a Christian angel.’
Shelley grinned. This was the stickler she was going to marry. Before he could impart more information, she silenced the discussion with a kiss.
The couple dressed and left for the last show they could squeeze into their break.
* * *
The faint sounds of morning traffic woke Alec. The grey dawn light was creating a weak halo around the heavy drapes of their room. He turned to look at Shelley, still asleep next to him, her dark hair spread across the pillow. He leaned across and planted a kiss gently on her partly open lips. Under the kiss she woke and smiled sleepily. His returned grin allowed her tongue entry. Very gently he sucked at her lower lip before raising himself on his elbow, lifting the sheet to reveal Shelley’s naked torso. He ran his finger from her forehead down her face, across her nose to her neck, pausing briefly beside puckered lips to have the tip kissed. Alec leaned forward and kissed the inviting mouth while his hand continued its southward journey to her breast.
‘Morning.’
‘G’morning, sweetheart. This is a great way to be woken!’
‘Mmm.’
Shelley lifted herself and gently pushed Alec back on to his pillows before straddling him. She kissed his mouth passionately. ‘I love you,’ she mumbled in a husky, sotto voice.
‘I love you, too.’ Alec stretched up and gently fondled her breasts, squeezing them close together so her erect nipples could be gently, simultaneous kissed.
Shelley moaned quietly. She slid down his taut body, kissing his chest, belly. He groaned with anticipation. Sitting upright she slowly guided him into her.
‘I don’t have any condoms left,’ Alec whispered hoarsely.
‘It’s all right. We can’t stop now.’
‘But what if you get pregnant?’
Shelly gave him a sexy grin. ‘This old lady ain’t getting any younger, remember?’
Alec didn’t argue. His logical mind was overwhelmed by the concentrated pleasure suffusing his entire body.
He groaned as Shelley’s hips started a slow, rhythmic rotation against him. He reached up and caressed her breasts. Time and space had no meaning for either of them: they were aware only of the sensations completely filling their being.
An explosion of pleasure raced through Alec’s body as he gave a few final upward thrusts while Shelley, with closed eyes, steadily rocked against his hips. He arched upwards then collapsed under her, a rag doll under her continuing movement. Her pace quickened then she paused, still, her face focused with intent. Her face flushed she cried out, ‘Yes! Oh, Alec, yes, yes, yes!’
Alec squeezed her thighs and watched her orgasm track through her body. She fell on top of him, her head between his neck and shoulder, her hair tickling his face. He gently stroked her back and narrow waist, delighting in the shape of her hips.
She sighed. ‘Alec. I love you, so much.’
They lay together. He hardly felt her weight on him.
A sudden knock on the door interrupted their peace.