Part 21: link
They lay together in Arthur's bed, neither speaking. Arthur caresses her back, gently stroking. He holds her hand against his chest. The susunod ilipat is up to her, he thinks.
Gwen is no longer crying. In fact, she is so still that Arthur wonders if she has fallen asleep. He angles his head down to look at her. She looks up at him, still awake, and he kisses her forehead. Reaching his hand over, he pulls open the drawer and withdraws the packet of tissues and removes one. Arthur lifts her face and gently wipes her tears. She smiles, a little embarrassed, and takes another tissue to dry the tears that have wet his chest. He chuckles warmly at her actions, squeezing her slightly.
She sits up, still holding the sheet around her, and blows her nose into a third tissue. She stares at the pader for a moment, then looks down at Arthur, who is watching her. “I must look dreadful,” she says.
Her eyes are red and slightly swollen, her nose is a little red as well, and her hair is mussed. “Never,” Arthur says with a smile. “You are always beautiful to me.” His eyes burn with an irresistible combination of complete pag-ibig and unbridled desire.
Gwen picks up his right hand and places his palm to her chest, over her heart. He can feel her pulse beneath his hand, noting that its tempo is increasing.
“Feel that?” she whispers after a minute. “It beats for you alone. I barely noticed it there before a week ago. Now it is forefront in my mind. When I am with you, it feels full; almost too big to fit. When we are apart, it is as if you’ve taken it with you.” She blinks her eyes slowly at him, almost seductively.
Arthur feels his hand being guided sa pamamagitan ng hers again, down lower, resting on her breast, shoving the sheet down as their hands glide across her skin. She holds his gaze, and he draws his breath in sharply. She leans over and kisses him, softly, lingering on his lips. This time it is her turn to sweep her tongue across his lips to ask for entrance.
He sighs against her, smiling as he opens his mouth for her, pulling her down to lay over him. She leans into him and trails her hand down his chest, tracing circles and curlicues as she goes. He jumps under her touch and she giggles against his lips.
“I didn’t realize you were so ticklish,” she says.
“Don’t go getting any ideas, woman,” he says, snatching her hand in his and rubbing her knuckles with his thumb. She brings their hands to her lips and kisses his hand. She sets it back down on his chest and resumes her original route; dragging her fingers down his stomach, lower to find him already aroused and ready for her. She takes his length in her hand, holding it softly, rubbing it with her palm. His eyes roll back and close as he groans.
Arthur is determined to be tender with her, as gentle as he can manage. He lets her lead, gives her the control. Again, he thinks ruefully, smiling as her lips and tongue suck and stroke at his neck. She is now fully over him, pressing herself to him, sliding herself in between his legs in a curious role reversal of position. Arthur is intrigued.
Gwen shifts her position slightly upwards. She takes his face between her hands and kisses him again, first sweetly, then with increasing passion as he feels her squeeze her thighs together, trapping his erection between them. She slides lower, stroking him with the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Arthur’s eyes fly open in surprise. She grins against his lips, taking his lower lip between her teeth, pulling slightly, teasing.
Arthur leans his head pasulong to take a breast in his mouth, but quickly drops it back, the motion straining his injured shoulder. Gwen smirks at him and lifts herself to his lips. He eagerly latches on to her, tenderness temporarily forgotten as she has driven him to complete distraction.
“Arthur…” she gasps, almost grabbing his sore shoulder, forgetting herself for a second.
She slides back down, moving her legs to the outside of his. His eyes paghahanap hers, asking permission, looking for any sign of reluctance or fear. Gwen looks steadily at him and he sees nothing but pag-ibig and desire there. “Yes,” she simply says. It is all he needs to hear.
She reaches down and positions him outside her opening, and he slowly lifts his hips, entering her with as much control as he can muster. Gwen sighs, pushing against him.
“Oh my God...” Arthur moans, relishing the feel of her, no barriers between them. He feels his control slipping.
Gwen is done with his tenderness. She meets his thrusts with her own, urging him on faster, deeper. She finds the motion she likes, hitting just the right spot, and grinds against him, breathing heavily. She throws her head back. She leans pasulong and bites the side of his neck, licking his taut skin as she does so.
She cries out, her voice raspy, as her climax hits her like a freight train. Her hands grab his head, pulling his hair as she does so.
That does it for him. He flips her over suddenly, resting all his weight on his right arm. She takes his left hand in her own, holding it to her chest, so that he remembers not to lean on it. He plows into her a half-dozen madami times, mindless with need, then is hit sa pamamagitan ng his own freight train before he collapses over her, snuggling his face into her neck, her hair.
“Oof,” Gwen says, laughing. He rolls them to the side, releasing himself from her. Arthur lifts her chin to his face and kisses her.
“Are you all right, love?” he asks.
“Yes, Arthur. Thank you,” she says, halik him again. He wraps his arms around her, holding her to him.
“So you’re okay?”
“Yes,” she says emphatically.
“’Cause that was amazing, you know. Being able to… feel you like that.”
She smiles. “I noticed.”
“I thought I was going to lose it immediately,” he admits.
“Really?”
“Well, yeah.”
Gwen giggles a little at this.
“I don’t think you realize what kind of power you have over me, Guinevere.”
She leans up and kisses him, telling him softly, “I’ll try to only use it for good.”
“Pity,” he says, grinning devilishly.
“Arthur!”
He laughs, squeezing her tightly.
Several minutos later, Gwen kisses Arthur again, gently, and exits the bed. She walks down the hall to the bathroom. There is an unfamiliar gooeyness between her legs that she would like to clean up, and decides that Arthur doesn’t need to see that.
She returns, finding he’s turned on the small telebisyon he has in his room. He watches her walk back in.
“Well it’s certainly messier that way,” she says with a smirk. Arthur laughs suddenly at this, pulling back the covers so she can climb back into kama with him.
She cuddles herself to him, nestling into his chest. Perfect fit, she thinks. “Arthur?” she asks.
“Hmm?” he looks down at her.
“I need to stop at my flat tomorrow before we go to your father’s house.”
“I think that can be arranged. Did you forget something?”
“Well, I don’t have anything with me that would be appropriate to wear to brunch. You just sprung it on me tonight, you know.”
“Ah, yes. Sorry about that,” he chuckles.
“Unless you want me to wear that red dress again…”
“Not for my father, you’re not!”
Part 23: link
They lay together in Arthur's bed, neither speaking. Arthur caresses her back, gently stroking. He holds her hand against his chest. The susunod ilipat is up to her, he thinks.
Gwen is no longer crying. In fact, she is so still that Arthur wonders if she has fallen asleep. He angles his head down to look at her. She looks up at him, still awake, and he kisses her forehead. Reaching his hand over, he pulls open the drawer and withdraws the packet of tissues and removes one. Arthur lifts her face and gently wipes her tears. She smiles, a little embarrassed, and takes another tissue to dry the tears that have wet his chest. He chuckles warmly at her actions, squeezing her slightly.
She sits up, still holding the sheet around her, and blows her nose into a third tissue. She stares at the pader for a moment, then looks down at Arthur, who is watching her. “I must look dreadful,” she says.
Her eyes are red and slightly swollen, her nose is a little red as well, and her hair is mussed. “Never,” Arthur says with a smile. “You are always beautiful to me.” His eyes burn with an irresistible combination of complete pag-ibig and unbridled desire.
Gwen picks up his right hand and places his palm to her chest, over her heart. He can feel her pulse beneath his hand, noting that its tempo is increasing.
“Feel that?” she whispers after a minute. “It beats for you alone. I barely noticed it there before a week ago. Now it is forefront in my mind. When I am with you, it feels full; almost too big to fit. When we are apart, it is as if you’ve taken it with you.” She blinks her eyes slowly at him, almost seductively.
Arthur feels his hand being guided sa pamamagitan ng hers again, down lower, resting on her breast, shoving the sheet down as their hands glide across her skin. She holds his gaze, and he draws his breath in sharply. She leans over and kisses him, softly, lingering on his lips. This time it is her turn to sweep her tongue across his lips to ask for entrance.
He sighs against her, smiling as he opens his mouth for her, pulling her down to lay over him. She leans into him and trails her hand down his chest, tracing circles and curlicues as she goes. He jumps under her touch and she giggles against his lips.
“I didn’t realize you were so ticklish,” she says.
“Don’t go getting any ideas, woman,” he says, snatching her hand in his and rubbing her knuckles with his thumb. She brings their hands to her lips and kisses his hand. She sets it back down on his chest and resumes her original route; dragging her fingers down his stomach, lower to find him already aroused and ready for her. She takes his length in her hand, holding it softly, rubbing it with her palm. His eyes roll back and close as he groans.
Arthur is determined to be tender with her, as gentle as he can manage. He lets her lead, gives her the control. Again, he thinks ruefully, smiling as her lips and tongue suck and stroke at his neck. She is now fully over him, pressing herself to him, sliding herself in between his legs in a curious role reversal of position. Arthur is intrigued.
Gwen shifts her position slightly upwards. She takes his face between her hands and kisses him again, first sweetly, then with increasing passion as he feels her squeeze her thighs together, trapping his erection between them. She slides lower, stroking him with the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Arthur’s eyes fly open in surprise. She grins against his lips, taking his lower lip between her teeth, pulling slightly, teasing.
Arthur leans his head pasulong to take a breast in his mouth, but quickly drops it back, the motion straining his injured shoulder. Gwen smirks at him and lifts herself to his lips. He eagerly latches on to her, tenderness temporarily forgotten as she has driven him to complete distraction.
“Arthur…” she gasps, almost grabbing his sore shoulder, forgetting herself for a second.
She slides back down, moving her legs to the outside of his. His eyes paghahanap hers, asking permission, looking for any sign of reluctance or fear. Gwen looks steadily at him and he sees nothing but pag-ibig and desire there. “Yes,” she simply says. It is all he needs to hear.
She reaches down and positions him outside her opening, and he slowly lifts his hips, entering her with as much control as he can muster. Gwen sighs, pushing against him.
“Oh my God...” Arthur moans, relishing the feel of her, no barriers between them. He feels his control slipping.
Gwen is done with his tenderness. She meets his thrusts with her own, urging him on faster, deeper. She finds the motion she likes, hitting just the right spot, and grinds against him, breathing heavily. She throws her head back. She leans pasulong and bites the side of his neck, licking his taut skin as she does so.
She cries out, her voice raspy, as her climax hits her like a freight train. Her hands grab his head, pulling his hair as she does so.
That does it for him. He flips her over suddenly, resting all his weight on his right arm. She takes his left hand in her own, holding it to her chest, so that he remembers not to lean on it. He plows into her a half-dozen madami times, mindless with need, then is hit sa pamamagitan ng his own freight train before he collapses over her, snuggling his face into her neck, her hair.
“Oof,” Gwen says, laughing. He rolls them to the side, releasing himself from her. Arthur lifts her chin to his face and kisses her.
“Are you all right, love?” he asks.
“Yes, Arthur. Thank you,” she says, halik him again. He wraps his arms around her, holding her to him.
“So you’re okay?”
“Yes,” she says emphatically.
“’Cause that was amazing, you know. Being able to… feel you like that.”
She smiles. “I noticed.”
“I thought I was going to lose it immediately,” he admits.
“Really?”
“Well, yeah.”
Gwen giggles a little at this.
“I don’t think you realize what kind of power you have over me, Guinevere.”
She leans up and kisses him, telling him softly, “I’ll try to only use it for good.”
“Pity,” he says, grinning devilishly.
“Arthur!”
He laughs, squeezing her tightly.
Several minutos later, Gwen kisses Arthur again, gently, and exits the bed. She walks down the hall to the bathroom. There is an unfamiliar gooeyness between her legs that she would like to clean up, and decides that Arthur doesn’t need to see that.
She returns, finding he’s turned on the small telebisyon he has in his room. He watches her walk back in.
“Well it’s certainly messier that way,” she says with a smirk. Arthur laughs suddenly at this, pulling back the covers so she can climb back into kama with him.
She cuddles herself to him, nestling into his chest. Perfect fit, she thinks. “Arthur?” she asks.
“Hmm?” he looks down at her.
“I need to stop at my flat tomorrow before we go to your father’s house.”
“I think that can be arranged. Did you forget something?”
“Well, I don’t have anything with me that would be appropriate to wear to brunch. You just sprung it on me tonight, you know.”
“Ah, yes. Sorry about that,” he chuckles.
“Unless you want me to wear that red dress again…”
“Not for my father, you’re not!”
Part 23: link
