Chapter 2
'Ah, Freya,' Connie said warmly to the nanny as she opened the door to her house with Guy in tow, placing their shoes by the door. 'Sorry I'm a little bit late, there was some unexpected traffic coming back from town,' she said as she coughed slightly, avoiding eye contact with a very awkward looking Guy. Yes there may have been traffic, but in no way was she sorry for that, she thought with a sinful smile in memory of their clinch in the taxi.
'No problem Mrs Beauchamp,' she said as she gathered her coat from the rack. 'Grace has just been bathed and she's waiting to be tucked in.'
'I'll see to her now then,' replied Connie, smiling at the young girl as she made her way to the door. 'Have a good night.'
Once Freya had closed the door behind her, Connie turned to Guy, planting a kiss of promises on his lips. '10 minutes maximum, kitchen is through that door to the left, wine is in the fridge. Make yourself at home.'
With his hand grazing her hip, he replied, 'Mmmm don't be long.'
He watched her as she walked away, completely mesmerised. He was quite possibly in too deep already, he thought to himself. The only thoughts that plagued his mind now were the promises of a fulfilling and passionate night, but also the worry that he was too out of practice. It had been over a year since Anya's death, and passion was not high on their list of priorities during the course of her illness.
Pouring himself a glass of wine, he sat on the sofa and took a long sip. He pondered what Anya would say if she could see him now, and envisaged a long rant in Polish about how he couldn't be a celibate monk for the rest of his life. A deep chuckle emanated from his throat as he imagined it, but then he quickly suppressed it, wondering whether it was too soon to be moving on.
To distract himself, he deposited his glass of wine on the table and headed for the sound system. Music was always a welcome distraction and a way to ease his worries. Browsing through her CD's, he laughed at the eclectic mixture he found there. Settling on a James Morrison album, he placed it in the CD player and pressed play, setting the volume at an audible level but not so loud as to disturb Grace.
You only stay with me in the morning
You only hold me when I sleep
I was meant to tread the water
But now I've gotten in too deep
As he was left to his thoughts, Connie emerged from the doorway and strode towards him. As his eyes met hers, he couldn't help but rake his eyes over her body to glimpse her in a gorgeous red and black flowing babydoll, hugging her every curve and teasing his seriously impatient libido.
'You, look, breathtaking,' he said slowly, every word separated by a breathy pause as he stood up to hold her in his arms.
'You like?' she asked, giving a slow twirl before depositing herself back in his arms.
'Too much,' he replied, pulling her closely for a tentative kiss, tightening his hold on her and bringing her closer to him, letting his hands roam her body as she sighed contentedly.
'Bedroom,' she muttered against the crook of his neck, and he could only oblige, scooping her off the floor as if she was the lightest feather, letting their lips meet briefly before slowly making his way to the stairs.
As he made it to the top of the stairs, Connie muttered again, 'First left', and he made a quiet effort to open the door without disturbing the sleeping eight year old.
The moment they were in the room, he pushed her against the wall and ground into her as they kissed. She groaned appreciatively, it was not everyday she met a man who fought her so defiantly for control.
As Guy lost his balance in an aroused haze, they tumbled onto the bed, giggling like teenagers at their landing. Guy smiled at her flushed face beneath him, it was definitely like riding a bike, you couldn't forget.
He peppered kisses along her neck and collarbone to contented sighing before nudging the straps of her lingerie aside. 'Do we have much need for this?' he said teasingly.
'You're the boss,' she said with a sardonic grin.
'In so many ways,' he replied, exposing her breasts to the open air, receiving a hiss in response as the air hit her already hardened nipples.
'Just get on with it,' she hissed.
'Now now Mrs Beauchamp,' he said, utilizing the deepest timbre his voice could manage. 'I sense impatience on your part. I for one want to savour this night, so I regret to inform you I'll be taking my time, and I'm not even sorry', he said, taking a nipple into his mouth, receiving Connie's hips rising against his in response to his ministrations.
'You're, such, a, tease,' she moaned.
'Don't make out you don't like games now,' he replied teasingly, peppering more kisses down her body, dragging the babydoll with him.
'Well,' she said, sitting up and realizing quite how naked she was. 'You're wearing far too many clothes, so it's my turn now,' she said as she used all of her strength to flip them over so she could straddle him. Submissiveness was all well and good on occasion, but she was Connie Beauchamp.
'I don't even want to know how much practice it took you to be able to do that so gracefully,' he said with a chuckle, groaning at the contact her centre had made with his crotch.
'Probably not,' she replied, kissing him once more, only pausing to remove his shirt and unzip his trousers. 'I think we should lose this,' she said, indicating his trousers. 'In fact, I think we'll lose the boxers as well.'
'Who said I was wearing any?' he replied with a wink as he slipped out of his trousers, revealing himself in all his glory to her.
'Now you are my kind of guy,' she said appreciatively, giving his manhood a slight squeeze, impressed at the responsive twitch it gave her touch. 'Please don't tell me you're the permanently commando type? That would be most….distracting.'
'Well I can't have that, can I?' he replied, hissing at the pleasure coursing through him and almost losing control there and then as she took him into her mouth fervently. 'Oh gosh Connie. This is not going to last long if you keep doing that.'
Releasing him from her mouth, she swiveled round and said, 'Well then, we'll have to increase efficiency.'
Grinning, Guy nuzzled her womanhood as she engulfed his manhood. God this was bliss, but would be very short-lived. She was just too good.
As she writhed above him, he knew it was almost time. He knew she was thinking the same thing, he felt close to exploding and he definitely did not want it to be over this quickly. As it was, great minds think alike, and before he could consider moving their position, she had rotated herself back round once more and impaled herself upon him, moaning as her eyes rolled back, rocking back and forth.
He truly felt like he had found paradise as she rocked against him, varying the depth and speed for a truly tantalizing experience. But this wouldn't do. There were both alpha personalities, and she'd had her moment.
Pulling her close to him to kiss her once more, he used his added leverage to flip them, leaving him in control once more as he began to thrust into her welcoming heat.
'You're no fun,' she replied with a pout.
Speeding up his thrusts to enthusiastic groans, he replied, 'I beg to differ my dear.'
As her walls clenched around him and as his balls tightened, he knew that he didn't have long.
'So close,' she murmured, raising her hips to meet each thrust.
'Oh god, me too,' he replied, desperately speeding up and deepening his thrusts, wanting them to come together. As their moans reached a climax, he claimed her lips with his own, realizing that there would be a very confused 8 year old across the landing if she would hear them.
They lay next to each other, panting, with a slight sheen of sweat on the two of them and a smile on their faces.
'Now isn't that a trip down memory lane?' replied Connie with a giggle, snuggling into his side.
