Janey woke up in his arms. Warm, safe, comforting, bliss. No bad dreams had haunted her tonight... Or Thomas. She was sure that, if he had stirred or cried out, she would have woken up... but there he was, looking more peaceful than she had ever seen him. Last night had been wonderful... magical…. beyond words really. Thomas was tender yet passionate, as a lover and as a man. Too perfect almost, though she couldn't imagine him being any other way. And that was why she loved him. And why she found it hard to believe he loved her.
Janey had all but resigned to become an old spinster. Love had never been an option – the danger that came with letting people close was just to great. Men especially. Until she met Thomas. He had shown her that it was possible to believe in goodness without knowing it. And she admired him greatly for it.
He looked beautiful, slumbering like this. The face of an angel. She kissed him gently on his cheek.
His eyelids fluttered. "Hello beautiful, finally awake?" he said, slowly opening them.
"Hey, you were the one with your eyes closed. I am fully awake," she said, putting her arms around him. He immediately pulled her into a hug.
"Maybe I fell asleep again... I was just listening to you in your sleep," he yawned. "No bad dreams tonight, eh?"
"Only wonderful ones of you... Make love to me again… Please." Janey wanted more. She wanted him to possess her. Never in a million years would she have thought that she would ever want anything of a man, but the feeling of him inside her... It filled her with desire.
He kissed her... and her stomach growled. "After breakfast. I promise," he said, turning to get up.
"But I want you now." Her stomach, though, definitely had other ideas. "Ignore that."
"I most certainly will not. I will feed you, and only then I will make love to you." His tone was strict... But there was a smile on his face. He was taking care of her, and she liked it. Even if it didn't get her what she desired.
"When did you become so demanding?" she complained.
He wrapped her in his arms. "Since I fell in love with a very stubborn woman. She is lovely, but she demands things go her way, even if that is not in her best interest, because she insist on taking care of me. So, I decided to look out for her, whether she likes it or not. Because I love her more than life. You mean everything to me, Janey."
She frowned. "You make me sound very pushy."
"In the best possible way, trust me. I want to spoil you, Janey."
"You know I don't want that. I'm not some leech that takes advantage of you. I'm with you because I love you."
"I know, and that is exactly why I want to make all your dreams come true. So, what do you dream of, Janey?"
"You, making love to me," she said trying to coax him into another kiss.
"I told you, after breakfast. Or during, if you are good..." he held her in his arms. "You have no idea how much I want you, but I won't let you starve."
"Alright, I relent," she said, grabbing her robe.
"It's just because I love you."
"Then it's probably a good thing I love you too. What else would I do with a stubborn man that insists of taking care of me in every possible way," she said, getting up. Her ankle hurt a bit this morning but she wasn't going to let it stop her today. Life was... Too good to be true. It was frightening. Things like this did not happen to girls like her. How did she end up with her own handsome, loving prince, who was rich to boot? Not that she cared about his money. Alright, there were some scratches on him. He was scarred, body and soul... but it was what made him even more perfect to her. And, despite his scars, he was still very beautiful. With that alabaster skin and fine toned muscle, his was like the body of a god, the ones the Romans had carved out of marble. Before, she had never felt anything but contempt for the male body... until that first time she had seen him in the tub. There had been something... a stirring she hadn't dared to formulate. It was a miracle she had been able to resist him as long as she had. Of course, it was easier if he had something on, and not standing naked before her, that gorgeous cock of his standing to attention. Didn't that mean...
"What is wrong, beautiful?" he got up, pressing his naked form against her.
She rolled her eyes, "Put something on."
"What, don't you like my naked form?" He was joking, teasing, smiling. She hadn't ever seen him this happy. It filled her with warmth, knowing it was because of her.
"No... It's far too distracting... I want you so badly."
He let a hand wander under her robe, to her hot centre She knew she was wet, and it had been solely from watching him. Was she really that wanton now? Well, she supposed she was.. And she didn't care
"Alright. A quick one," he finally relented. He pushed her against the wall, kissing her neck, his heat radiating through her. "Are you ready for me?"
Her "Yes" was more of a whimper, but it had the desired effect, as he lifted her up, wrapping her legs around him, and shafted himself deep inside of her.
"You have no idea what you do to me, Janey," he whispered hoarsely. It looked as if he was trying to restrain himself for her benefit.
"You do the same to me. Take me." She clung onto him as he drove into her, again and again, until she exploded, shouting his name. It indeed was a quick one, but it had been exactly what she had been after. She didn't need his riches. She needed him.
"For the first time, I don't mind being wicked," he smiled, leaning into her as he got his breath back.
"You're not wicked. You are the loveliest, most wonderful man I ever met," she said as she sought his mouth.
Their kiss was cut short by the bell ringing in the hallway. Janey felt a shock go through her body.
"Oh my god, it's ten o'clock," she realised, looking at the clock on her nightstand.
"Then that is probably Catherine."
Catherine was their potato supplier, a lovely lady that brought the potatoes every Thursday. "We are not dressed. We can't go like this."
"Well then..." He kissed her deeply, before going to his room. "We can't leave her waiting forever."
"I'll go," Janey yelled after him, frantically trying to find some clothes she could open the door in. She could see, surely she could be faster than Thomas...
Before she even had her shoes on though, she saw him going down the stairs, perfectly dressed and totally in control. It was the complete opposite from the man she had seen that first day, although... "Thomas, your hair." His curls were a gorgeous wild mess. He quickly ran his hand through them. Janey realised she didn't look much better. In fact, she looked utterly and truly ravished... Which she was.
Xitlali : Glad you like it... This is not smut, this is true love... Lol
Biddle29: Great you are enjoying it! Well, I try to keep them coming.
smithsbabe65: I think the lovely thing about Thomas is that he doesn't push her, he lets her know the door is open, but he doesn't push her into marriage. It's up to her, and he just feels lucky for what he has.
Oh and since Fanfiction does not have a High Rise category, I had to resort to posting my *smut* story on Archive Of Our own. Same pen name, title: "Guilty Pleasures"... Well good evening Mr Laing...