Chapter
Forty One
In the back
of the car they sat in silence, Matilda’s small hand ensconced in Dylan’s large
one. He knew she was terrified, but then so was he. As they moved through the
suburban streets he glanced at her frequently, she was intently studying the
passing scenery, anything but looking at him. So he lifted her hand to his
lips, but instead of kissing it, he sucked her index finger into his mouth
swirling his tongue around it sensually.
That made
her head snap around, shock and desire so blatant on her face, she tugged at
her hand, but he shook his head, lips still fastened around her finger, sucking
softly.
“Dylan,” she breathed, and is
was his turn to be consumed with lust, memories of her moaning his name in an
almost identical fashion half an hour earlier flashed to his mind...and groin.
With a chuckle
he released the finger and smiled, “desperate times call for desperate measures.”
She gave an
awkward shrug.
“I know...this is weird, all of
it. But what isn’t is being with you. We’ll sort the rest out, ok? We can do
this.”
She relaxed
a little, accepting his arm around her shoulders, leaning into him, “it is
strange.”
He leaned
in, close to her ear, “I could call ‘it’ many things, but never strange. It was
magical...Matilda Davies, I think I am becoming addicted to you.” When she
rolled her eyes he laughed, “you think I just mean sex? Cos I don’t. I even
enjoy the way you shout at me like I’m a ten year old boy...”
She turned
to that and lifted an eyebrow, “ten year old?”
That made
him laugh again, “when you’re shouting nothing else!”
The
conversation had seen them hit the edge of London, and as the car moved along a
familiar street, he leaned to the driver and got him to pull over, then he
dashed out with an apologetic smile, bit no explanation. As she saw him
disappear in to a deli, she was grateful that he was at last thinking of the
bigger picture, she hadn’t eaten since lunchtime.
With a grin
he dropped the bag on the floor of the car between them, “man cannot live on
love alone you know?” She peered in the bag, “Cristal champagne? Hardly
survival food!”
He laughed,
“celebration food lover!”
It was such
a flippant and innocuous comment, if it hadn’t been the name he’d called her
throughout the duration of their time together.
She froze a
little awkwardly and he gave a sigh, “sorry...that was automatic. I didn’t...”
Matilda looked
up and him and gave a smile, “I imagine our life is going to be filled with faux pas and awkwardness for a while.”
He liked
that sentiment, the acknowledgement that there would be issues, but none they
couldn’t deal with, but also the longevity of the statement, the confirmation
that she could sense this going far, that this could be their second chance at
forever.
The car
dropped them outside his apartment block, and they travelled up together in the
elevator. It was a little stilted, awkward still, but then this was new
territory for them both. Dylan took the bag from the deli in to the kitchen,
storing the champagne and nibbles in the fridge. When he finished, he looked
across the airy, open plan room at Matilda, stood staring out at the darkening
horizon.
“You over thinking things?”
She turned
slowly watching him approach, her eyes roving over him greedily, then gave a
little shrug, “just thinking.” She turned back to the window and she continued
to stare out.
Dylan stood
behind her, placing his hands on her hips, lowering his chin to her shoulder he
sighed, “you make this view seem amazing!”
His hands
slid around to the front of her pelvis, and he was rewarded with him leaning
back into him, their bodies touching again. Lips at her ear, he sighed, “you
are amazing...”
She chuckled
at that, a soft throaty sound that sent shudders through his body, “you’re not
too bad yourself.”
“No?” he flicked his tongue over
her earlobe and grinned when she shuddered, he could barely think straight as
she started to push back into him, grounding her firm buttocks into his groin.
“Enough!” He announced as he took her hand and dragged her into his bedroom.
“I thought I could hold out,
wine, dine you...but I can’t.”
She smiled
as he reached for her hands, a coquettish smile, moving into his arms, she
brought her lips to his, and it was that same spark that same desperation that
drove them towards the bed. As they tumbled into the mattress, Dylan pulled his
head up looking down at her spread across his pillows. It was a fine sight, her
dark vibrant curls, her pert nose, lust filled eyes and those full well kissed
lips. When she licked those lips, he moaned almost painfully.
“God you are THE most sexy woman
I have ever known.”
That caused
a ‘cat got the cream’ smile and she purred like a cat as his hand washed over
her sensually pausing at her knee to raise the dress once more.
“I didn’t get time to fully
appreciate this earlier!” His fingers stopped at the lace tops of the pull ups
she wore, tracing over them in circles as his fingers moved around her thigh,
he was half lying over her, but from that angle he could see all of her. Once he’d finished his studious attention of
her stockings, his hand started to hitch up her skirt. With a grin, she lifted
her hips, allowed him to bare her hips, then rolled to let him unzip her dress.
Sitting up she pulled the dress over her shoulders, basking in the hungry look
in his eyes.
As he moved
to kiss her, hands reaching for her body, she slid out of his grasp, “nuh-uh,
MY turn.”
Then for
Dylan came the longest ten minutes of his life as Matilda divested him of every
item of clothing, slowly, deliberately, the odd flick of fingers or taste of
tongue the only direct contact between them.
Mattie was
proud of her handy work, she’d managed to wrestle Dylan on to his back, and now
the only thing he wore was a pair of boxer shorts that were struggling to hide his
desperation for her. She moved to sit astride him, glad of the moment to take
in his broad chest, hairless other than the snake of hair from his belly button
down to the waist band of his black shorts, so familiar, yet so different to
the images in her memory. She scraped at it with her finger nail, grinning at
the lurch if his shorts at that touch. Dylan groaned, and reached for her,
pulling her down on top of him, lips mashing together, breaths rasping. She
felt his hands as they tugged at her bra, unfastening it for the second time
that day, then his hands slid around her chest to sup her breasts, her breath
catching as he tweaked at her nipples.
Within
seconds he had flipped her over, so that he hovered over her, their tongues
still duelling, until his lips trailed a path down her body. He spent an age
slaving at each breast, touching, kissing, licking, sucking, all the time
controlling her bucking body. Mattie could do nothing but let her head roll
from side to side. Then his mouth started to slide down, over her ribs, around
her belly button, until he nuzzled at the band at the top of her lace knickers.
As his fingers started to tug at them, lower them, she held her breath, to be
so exposed, so vulnerable to his eyes made her feel uncomfortable, scared. But
as he tossed the scrap of material over his shoulder and pulled her legs over
each of his shoulders, a whole different host of emotions took over, and within
moments she worried about nothing more than his hands, his lips and that damn blessed
tongue.
She was
still coming down from the almost transcending trajectory she’d shot off at,
when he was back with her, over her, kissing her. Then with a sigh, a moan
almost, he slid into her again. Joining them as closely as they could be, and
it was almost ethereal.
It was ages
later that Mattie could lift her head from Dylan’s shoulder. Whatever she had
expected this with Dylan to be like, it had surpassed any expectation. There
was the combination of familiarity, yet the benefit of age, experience,
confidence. Suddenly they both knew what they wanted, and she had suddenly lost
her nervousness and insecurity and made demands of him, both physically and
verbally, and he’d been the same. And it had led to quite honestly the most
liberating and exciting experience of her life.
As she looked down at his face, relaxed, eyes close, breathing deep, she
smiled, she’d never stopped loving this man, and now, his arms around her, his
leg holding her close, she felt loved, desired, and that was liberating too.
“It’s late...and I’m starving.”
She suggested and giggled when one eye opened theatrically, “wasn’t there
champagne somewhere?”
He rolled
slightly and gave another groan, “really? After ALL you’ve forced me to do? You
want me to get up...provide refreshment.”
Laughing she
swiped at his shoulder, “don’t think there was a lot of forcing going on.”
He brushed
his lips across hers, “au contraire,
you wiggle that cute arse, or thrust those beautiful boobs in my face. What’s a
red blooded man supposed to do?”
Wriggling
against him, doing exactly what he’d just ‘complained’ about, Mattie laughed, “get
me champagne and food. That’s what I’m talking about!”
With a
theatrical groan he rolled over then pulling on his boxers, strolled out of the
room, only stopping at the doorway to blow her a kiss.
She stretched,
appreciating the width of the bed, but missed his warmth, so reaching for the
shirt he’d worn home from the hotel; she pulled it over her nudity, then
followed him out to the kitchen. He was filling a tray with olives, sliced
meat, bread and of course the strawberries and champagne.
He looked up
as she entered the kitchen, “can’t wait?”
Hauling
herself up to sit on the counter she shrugged, “didn’t like the thought of
crumbs in that bed.”
“Good point!” He expertly popped
the cork on the champagne then filled two glasses, handing her one. “And I have
the feeling you’ll want me to feed you?”
Giggling she
sipped the champagne, then nodded, “that sounds good.”
And he did.
Loading small slices of bread with cheese, or salami and popping them in her mouth;
it wasn’t until he fed her an olive that he managed to dribbled oil all over
her chest, just above the opening of his shirt, that he threw down the food and
dragged her off to the shower.
When they
finally returned for the champagne, it had lost all its fizz.
Wow. You know at times I am lost of words because the chapters are so excellently written that its mind blowing
ReplyDeleteloving this newfound love between the two and of course their sizzling chemistry.
How weird and dirty minded would I be considered because they didn't use protection. Maybe a baby will be in the making
Annie
Thank you SO much, I can only dream that my words can blow minds! Ah, lack of protection...that may or may not be relevant!! We shall see.
DeleteThere's a big 'hitch' on the horizon, so who knows!
;)
Thanks for such kind words, MZxxx
As much I love that they've given into their feelings what I'm really anxious for is for them to talk! I feel like that's what they went to the apartment to do and it's not happening haha. Understandably distracted but I almost can't be completely happy with this until they're truly and mutually understood!
ReplyDeleteKeep up the great work, MZ :D Loving it!
xx alisonwonderland
Oh alison, you always see through the gloss hey? You are right...there is a lot of time and air to clear, and someone honestly doesn't seem bothered.
DeleteWould that be their downfall??
Couple of big chapters coming up!
:)
MZxxx
Your chapters are always so exceptional. I love the witty dialogue they have between them and the attraction between the two is just mind-blowing. But as usual, I have a feeling you have something up your sleeve and soon their relationship will be put to test. Thank you for the chapter!
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Thank you so much, a wonderful compliment!
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