A little warning for this chapter. A bit more bedroom detail than I usually write, so it's rating possibly could be M. Hope you enjoy it.
Lizard
Chapter 14
Charles held her face tenderly and leaned in for a kiss. He felt his body slightly tremble as his tips touched hers, but he didn't worry about how it felt; it felt as though he was coming home. He was unsure if the tremble was because of his nerves or because of hers, and the way her body reacted to his; but it didn't matter. Either way the kiss was short, and so very gentle. He slid his eager body even closer to hers, and she did the same with hers. Pressed up against each other's soft and warm bodies, they began to move in tune with one another's needs once again.
He moved his head so he could read her face, and was relieved when he saw it still invited him in. Her eyes calling him back to kiss her again, and again, so he did.
As before he started slowly, and his lips possessed hers and his tongue began to delicately seek hers out. He heard her moan, relished the thrill it gave him and it made him less gentle. Somehow his hand had moved from her face and now found her back and he held on to her warmed skin. The feel of her nails slowly starting to rake up and down his back caused him to push his kisses deeper and further, making his hardness twitch and drive him on even more.
He found the straps of her bra and one at a time lowered them, then moved to tackle the claps with expert fingers that he'd forgotten he possessed. She shrugged the bra off, and as the fabric fell away almost silently from her breasts he was powerless to do anything but move his attention to them as his mouth sucked and pulled on her erect nipples. Her back arched into his kisses and administrations, and confidence bounded through him. This was his Molly, he knew her and her needs, and so he move his hand further down her body, between her legs, to her existence and stroked her.
The sound of his name coming from her lips pleased him, a sound he had so desperately missed. He felt the utter bliss of being here with her again, of being once again allowed the privilege of her body. He revelled in the honour as he felt her body twist and writhe on his touch and kisses. Charles savoured how he was once again allowed to hear the moans and purr like noises she made because of his work.
He was hard, so very hard, and desperate to enter her, but he wanted her to have this. He wanted her to be the first one to take ecstasy from their union, so he continued. Moving his fingers around in a pattern he remembered she like, the dipping in and out of her soft folds and walls, like they were old friends that never should have been parted.
He worshiped her, in between the moments of adoring her. Her body had changed very little over the years. Not that he cared, knowing she still kept care of herself. Still young, still toned, but that wasn't what aroused him the most. What was taking him almost to the point of no return was the way in which she was still his Molly, in sound, taste and touch. Nothing had changed. Her excitement and response showed that she responded to him just like she had always done. It was more, he believed, than he deserved.
It was the pulling of his hair and the bucking her body that stopped him from kissing her. His finger continued to pleasure her, but he tore his lips from her body because he needed to look. He need to see her at her peak, at her most vulnerable, at her climax. He wanted to watch the glorious, rewarding sight of his Molly coming apart under his touch once again.
He wasn't disappointed within moments he saw the agony and ecstasy move across her slightly damp face. Then the pause she always had, as though considering. Next the moment of almost pain as she relented, and then the pure joy as she climbed high, soared for a while, burst through, and then began her exhilarating decent. He watched it all and almost surrendered himself at the mere sight of her.
Her breathing stuttered, and her body released all its energy, and she allowed herself to be held. And so he did. He held her tight and whispered words of love to her throughout. He rested her head on his chest and half covered his body with her limp one. She was unable to do much more. Barely cognizant.
He knew the answer but still he asked.
"You ok?"
She move her head slightly to confirm she was, but that was all. She needed a few minutes to recover. He understood and felt pride that he's made her this way.
She surprised him though when she spoke.
"That was..." She moved her head slightly from his chest to look at him. "Thank you." She smiled at him. Face still flushed, and lips bruised from his love.
He grinned at her and almost would have left her alone to recover more had it not been for the desperately real ache he now physically felt for her. His desire to have her, pulsing through every tip of his body. Singing out to him for them to make love, and it was starting to become painful. He moved her towards him and beamed as she sparked back to life, understood his desire, and moved her hands down to divest him of his underwear. Her lips now moving fiercely against his, her desire for him equalling his for her.
He flipped her over onto her back. She wriggled out of her pants and their bodies rubbed together. She reached down between their frantic bodies and took hold of him. The feeling of her touch on him was painfully exquisite. Hard, so very hard, and soft, he fitted into her hand perfectly. She moved her hand several times and he actually growled in her ear. Pure animalistic pleasure.
"Condom. Condom. Quick Charles." She pleaded.
He pulled away.
"What?" He was confused as he stared down at her.
"We need a condom." She said with slight irritation. "Grab one quick for God's sake." Not enjoying his delay.
"I don't have any." He admitted sadly catching on. "Thought you were covered. Do you?" The worry in his voice hard to mask.
He knew the answer before he heard her curse and saw the resounded shake of the head.
"Fuck. No. I'm not on... haven't needed to... no need for me to be." She tried to explain.
The harsh reality of the situation hit him like an ice bucket being thrown at them both.
"Fuck." He snapped out and rolled dramatically onto his back. Both lying side by side panting with exertion and slight anger at their situation.
An awkward, regretful silence hung between them as they both stared at the bedroom ceiling. Then suddenly Charles shot out for bed and rushed to find his clothes.
"What you doing?" She asked confused as she watch. Unhappy with the reality they were facing.
He'd located his trousers and socks, and jumped into them.
"This." He looked over his shoulder at her as he dressed. "Is not happening. Not now." He said with total authority.
"So what you gonna do?" She asked. Then it dawned on her as he slipped his jumper over his head, almost ready. Laughing she asked. "You're not serious are you?"
Now fully dressed he moved back into the bed and it dipped under his weight and she rolled into him.
"All those years in the British Army." He teased a loose length of her hair between his fingers. "You'd have thought we'd have been better prepared." He said.
"Sorry." She looked intently at him. "I just didn't think... expect it like... you know."
"Not your fault Dawes." He kissed the tip of her nose. "My fault entirely." He winked. "I was the Captain and it was my job to ensure adequate provisions for my men!"
She laughed at this and kissed him back.
"Well if you put it that way." She smiled at him. Then laid back down in the bed. "On your way then soldier... and bloody hurry back."
He stood up and just before he headed out of the bedroom door she called.
"Charles?"
He turned around and almost abandoned his mission. She looked so beautiful laid out in their bed once more. Yet he didn't, instead he smiled and nodded for her to continue.
"I love you. You know that right?" She said almost with an apology in her voice.
He moved towards her and kissed her goodbye.
"Love you too." He said. "And I defiantly won't be long." And then he was gone.
Molly dropped back into the bed. Smiling as she heard his footsteps run down the stairs and the front door slammed shut. Wondering with a smile at just how spectacularly wrong their first attempt at love making had gone, and how little she cared. It didn't matter, nothing mattered now, for as long as any problems they faced, they faced it together.
She settled down, unsure how long he'd be. She knew he'd had too much wine with the evening meal to consider driving, so she guessed he'd walk there. A giggle escaped from her as she imagined her ex-husband trudging through the cold streets of Bath in the early hours of the morning in search of a 24 hour garage to buy some condoms. It was almost farcical.
Maybe most men would have given up, but not her Charles. She knew he was very much, once again, hers, and once again he'd do anything for her. Including facing the embarrassment of raiding a garage forecourt shop for supplies.
The soft tap of the door startled her.
"Molly dear? You ok?"
She jumped off bed and grabbed some clothes, cracking open the door a fraction.
"Yeah Margaret. I'm fine. Molly saw the worry on Margaret's face.
"It's just I heard Charles leave, fast." She looked anxious. "Everything ok?" She asked, mindful of times gone by, in the dark days, when Molly and Charles had argued and he'd stormed out.
"God yes." She stated quickly, about to explain and then realised she couldn't. "He's just popped out for some... err... you know stuff." And she opened the door wider to invite Margaret in, as a blush rose up across her face.
"Oh!" Said Margaret and then she looked as though she understood, catching something in Molly's face. "Oh he should have gone out." She continued. "We've plenty in the house. Somewhere... I think."
Molly stared at her and said nothing but most have looked confused, and uncomfortable.
"Don't be silly Molly." She pattered her arm lovingly. "Sanitary towels Molly. We've some from ages ago. Probably yours." And she moved to walk down the stairs. "I take it that's what Charles has shot out for?" She look naively at Molly. "Fancy a hot chocolate while you wait and maybe a pain killer?" And then she was gone.
Mutely molly nodded and followed her downstairs into the kitchen. Never admitting the truth.
It took him a while. Longer than he had hoped. He started off with a fast jog to the garage, the excitement and adrenaline keeping him going, but soon he tired. He was in the wrong shoes, wrong clothes. Always better at sprinting than a distance runner, but still he kept on going.
When he eventually arrived at the garage he caught an image of himself in the shop window. Hair wild from running and Molly's fingers. Clothes crumpled and not adequate for the cold night air, and his breathing fast. The flush to his face caused by the exercise doubled as he realised the shop part of the garage was shut and he need to request his provisions through a microphone and small glass opening in the shop counter.
The place was busy, even this early in the morning. Taxi drivers standing around chatting and drinking coffee to keep them awake. Party goers passing by and grabbing a microwaveable hot something to help with their stagger home.
And then there was Charles. A mis planned, mis calculated lover in need of condoms, having to publicly announce it to the prime elderly lady behind the glass.
The embarrassment at asking for them was only increased by him having to repeat his request twice, louder each time, only to be told they only had a pack of three left. He took them. Threw his money onto the counter and once again, but faster this time, jogged home. Slowly his embarrassment stopped and laughter began. Molly was worth it.
Almost an hour later he quietly opened the front door, surprised to hear talking from the kitchen and the lights on downstairs. Pushing open the kitchen door he was greeted by the sight of his mother and Molly curled up together on the couch, talking and drinking hot chocolate.
Margaret was the first to speak as he entered.
"Did you get them dear?" She saw his confusion. "Molly said you needed to pop out for supplies."
Charles stood with wide eyes and could only manage a weak yes.
"Good." She replied. "Thing is you should have knocked on my door Charles." She continued. "Your father and I have had some in our bathroom for a while. Never mind you know for next time." And with that she blew them both a goodnight kiss and closed the kitchen door as she left. Muttering something about Paracetamol as she went.
Molly threw her head out laughing, his face was one of horror. He stood stock still, and despite her laughs she managed to make it over into his arms.
"What the fuck?" He asked her. "You told her?"
Through tears, at Charles awkwardness and horror, she managed to shake her head.
"Tampax. Mate. She meant Tampax." She looked with pity on him. "That's what she thought you'd gone out for."
He let out a small relieved whistle, and laid his chin on her head as he held her tight to him.
"You ok?" She asked, still chuckling into his jumper.
"Will be when my heart stops beating so fast. After my midnight run and the panic I felt thinking my Mum knew I'd gone out for condoms, it may be a while." He replied.
Somehow him saying it out loud made it all the funnier and they both erupted into laughter once again.
Eventually they calmed down. Friendship outing between them. Sexual desire extinguished for now.
"Come on Casanova." She teased. "Enough excitement for tonight. Let's go to bed."
He held her hand and allowed her to gently pull him, like a child, up the stairs. Bone tired now through it all.
As they reached the bedroom and he undressed again, for the second time that night, he threw the condoms into the bedside cabinet. She picked them up and turned them over in her hands.
"I guess the moods kind of gone hasn't it?" She asked.
He kicked off his shoes and grinned at her.
"You could say that."
"I'm sorry." She said. "I should have thought."
He pulled his jumper over his head and sat down next to her.
"No you shouldn't. I should have." He took them off her and pushed them into a draw, out of sight for now. "At least we know for next time." He said.
She laid her head into his shoulder and his arm reached around to hold her to his side.
"Yeah next time." She said. Then without moving asked. "There will be a next time!"
He didn't know if it was a statement or a question.
He merely nodded and moved them both back under the duvet, and settled them both down for sleep.
"You know we will work something out." He said through ragged breaths.
They had both taken the option of any further bedroom disasters and on waking up late went out for a mid-morning run together instead. They both ran fast and hard. They both had a lot of pent up energy to expel.
"I know." She puffed back at him. "I know." She smiled. "No big questions."
"No." He leaned over as she stood directly in front of him, hands on her hips, red faced and sweaty, his Molly, and he kissed her. "That's right no big questions... for now."
It what they had agreed many nights ago. That this, them, didn't need defining. It didn't need an answer or a plan. It needed to be. To take its own course, and whatever came along they'd deal with it. This was their way of protecting themselves. Their way maybe of taking it slower and steady than ever before.
Yet here was Charles, slowly walking back to his mother's house, his arm slung around her shoulder, about to break a small part of that promise.
"I'm going to ask to come back." He said slowly. "From America. End my secondment early."
She stopped dead in her tracks. This wasn't what she wanted. She didn't want sacrifices from him. Not now, not ever.
"No Charles. Don't. Pleased you can't." She began
"I can't what Molly?" He asked as he looked at her. "I can't what? Don't you want me to stop living a life where I pretend I'm happy? You don't want me to stop living every day single day where I regretting losing you?"
"No." She shook her head. "I mean. I don't want you to give up on your dreams... for me. It ain't right."
He chuckled and pulled her on to his side and started walking onwards with her nestled in the crook of his shoulder.
"Molly Dawes when are you going to realise you are my dream." He smiled at her. "If I have you nothing else matters."
He caught her rolling her eyes at his sentiments, despite her smile, and he punished her with a swift tickle as they walked along. Both giggling and half chasing the other as they avoided each other's playful touch. Their happy faces and sounds the epitome of loves young dream for all to see.
They both knew it was going to happen, and it did. The word got out about them. First Sam, then Rebecca, and even Laura. Margaret rubbish at keeping her happy secret. They had nothing to hide. Charles had plans, some he told her some he hid; for now. It was one of his unshared plans that had them have their first mild disagreement.
He'd driven then back from Bath in his car that had been stored at his mother's for the duration. It wasn't until the drive home that he told her he'd insured her on the car again and it was hers to use while he was back in America.
"No." She said immediately. "That ain't right!"
"Why?" He questioned her and noticed she'd pulled her hand from his and had turned ever so slightly from him in the passenger seat.
"Cause. It just ain't." She said and left it at that.
"Bloody hell Molly." He teased. "What's going on? I want to do this for you. It will make your life easier if you have a car. Mine's sitting there all alone. So you might as well use it. Makes sense."
"Does it?" She asked. "None of this makes bleeding sense Charles." She puffed out.
He gripped the steering wheel tightly, worried she was wanting to run.
She saw him tense up, and laid a hand on his knee.
"It's just you and me. Well it's complicated." She sighed. "I mean where is it even going?"
"What?" He shot back. "What do you mean? Are you not happy?"
She shook her head.
"No. Of course I am. Happier than I have been for so long." She gripped his knee tighter. "It's just all a bit too fast, too soon... you know. Letting people know. Sharing a bed, sharing a house and now your car."
"You want to go slower?" He asked amazed. It was true they had shared a bed, but still the act of making love hadn't happened. Both feeling too much pressure and scrutiny staying under the same roof as his ever curious mother. "Is that what you're saying?"
She snorted. All too aware at how sexually frustrated they were in each other's company.
"Think if we went any slower mate we'd stop!" Then noticing his spare hand running through his curls, she attempted to explain better.
"I don't want to depend on you again... materially I mean. Last time... well... I was left with nothing... I've worked hard since then and I don't want to lose any of that."
He turned to look at her, the car briefly stood in traffic, and he swallowed his first response to doubt her love for him. He knew that this wasn't what her outburst was about. It was about Molly wanting her independence, more so in a way than she had ever had before. Something he knew she valued, and so he knew he needed to try to understand.
"Ok." He backed down. "I get it. No car." He smiled as he saw her relax, and that the potential fallout was cleared swiftly up. "But you know I wasn't trying to take over? I just wanted to help."
"I know." She leaned and kissed him on the cheek just as the traffic started to move. "I'm a stubborn bugger I know." Then quietly added. "Just give me time yeah?"
"You're my stubborn bugger though…. but yeah." He took her hand and kissed her knuckles briefly. "As long as it take Molly."
She tried on the dress again for the third time. It was so important that she made the right impression.
It was a week before Christmas and she had been asked to represent the charity at a local meeting. Only her opinion and presence were needed. Initially she had been reluctant to attend, but a two day all expenses paid stay in a rather swish hotel was the incentive for he to say yes. That and the ridiculous amount of persuading her to go from Charles. He told her it was important, both for her and the charity she attended.
She was finally, if not nervously, looking forward to it, after many pep talks and reassurances from him. Besides she mused as she packed her bag, it wasn't as though she had anything better to do with her time these days, and she held back the tears of pity that threatened to come again.
Charles has gone back to America over eight weeks ago. They had talked constantly, Skyped, text. Not a day went by without either of them knowing the intricate details of each other's days. He'd hoped to have been over before now, but it hadn't been possible. Then he had promised to be home for Christmas, but two days ago he broke that dream too. Saying that there was a crisis and he wouldn't be home until after the New Year, and then only for a few days. She was crushed, and she was lonely. She tried to understand, and started to plan for time together in the New Year, rather than dwell on the disappointment of now.
It was hard though. She missed him so much. The last few days of his previous trip over had seen them inseparable. They kept it professional, but all could not have failed to notice her being driven in by him each day, and leaving with him too. His American colleagues were quick to point out that he no longer spent his nights at the hotel, and the tearful goodbye send-off she gave him when it was time to leave, made no one in any doubt.
So the word was out to her work colleagues and his family that they were a couple. The folks at work were unaware of their history, and just saw them as a normal newly loved up couple. Which they were, but still they hadn't committed to each other totally. Stage fright, and the wrong time of the month still meant that this new second go of their relationship was virginal.
Distance makes the heart grow fonder, they both knew that, but warm blooded sexually frustrated consenting adults made it grow fonder too! So his news that it would be many more weeks until they saw each other again made her sob with pity and longing.
She had given in on one aspect though, and when she told him he was grateful she couldn't see his face as his smile said it all. It was a small step never the less. She had every now and then started to drive his car, despite her initial protests, pretending it was out of necessity, but secretly loving this gift from him. And so today driving to the hotel out in the country was one of those occasions where she had convinced herself to use his wheels. There was no other way she had silently reasoned for her to get there, and besides wasn't it him who had pushed her to go!
She arrived early, earlier than she had planned, but intended on using the pool and facilities before the morning meeting. Amazed on her arrival just how plush a setting it was, considering it was all about charity work. Taking it in and feeling that in times gone by, and in differing circumstances, this would have been a perfect place for her and Charles to enjoy.
The reception was warm and welcoming and the Christmas music trickled out. It made her feel though even lonelier. Her plans for Christmas still very much up in the air, as without Charles she hadn't want Christmas to happen at all. Margaret had of course invited her over to share the day with her, but Molly felt she needed to go home. A place she had been avoiding for many a month.
Her parents were still oblivious about her and Charles, and she was unsure how or when would be the right moment to tell them. She knew what their reactions would be, and she wanted to avoid it at all costs. The opinions of Dave and her mother would be predictable. And so she had played chicken and had just stayed away, but she knew the time was fast approaching where she couldn't avoid it anymore.
On entering her room she was surprised at how romantic and perfect it all was. The suit was plush, and too much for one. There were flowers on the table, chocolates on the pillow. The lightening soft and seductive. She nearly cried. It would have been perfect if only Charles had been there with her. She grabbed her phone and called him, desperate to share her world with him.
He failed to answer but texted back saying he'd call he back in the hour. She drifted around the large lonely suite and wondered what's to do next.
The bath had been heaven, and the knocking on the bedroom door was perfectly timed as she stepped out of the bathroom. She'd requested room service rather than eat alone in the restaurant. She pulled the hotel robe around her and shook her hair free from the messy bun it had been in while she bathed.
She mumble something not too polite as room service knocked again, and again impatiently. She moved quicker over to the door. Her mood soured as she yanked open the room door.
Her surprised squeal was silenced by his kiss and embrace. Neither said a word. He pushed her back into the room and dropped his suitcase at their feet. The door softly closing was the only sound to be heard apart from the passion from their kisses and the low groans they each emitted as their bodies collided again and again into each other.
Her gown fell partially open as he shifted her backwards into the room and she heard him groan with desire and need.
He wasted no time and lifted her up into his arms. Her naked legs clinging tightly around his waist as he walked himself over to the bed and flopped her down on to it. The robe now fully open exposed all her nakedness. Her skin still damp from the bath and her scent heavenly.
He stood over her enjoying the confused but happy look on her face. He pulled off his jacket and shirt in two quick moves and started to kiss her again before she had time to ask how or why.
Her fingers groped frantically for his belt and once found successfully opened it, and then his jeans, allowing her fingers to reach in and touch him. She heard him hiss as her fingers and hand moved against his hardness and so she pulled on him more. Rubbing the small bead of moisture over his tip as she did. Smiling at her need and desire to have him, to taste him again.
His mouth was all over her. Both their mouths too busy for words, for once. As he kissed her he moved his finger and teased her bud, making her call out. His touch was everything.
She moved her hand up and down his back briefly mindful her nails were biting into his flesh. She heard his sharp intake of breath and eased off, and moved her hands down to concentrate on divesting him of his trousers and underwear.
He assisted her as quickly as possible, as she shrugged totally out of the bath robe. He kicked off shoes and socks and tore off the rest of his clothing. Both now glorious, aroused and naked.
She lay spread out on the bed and willed him on wards with her eyes.
"Is this ok?" He asked and at the nod of her head she pulled him down towards her. "Condoms!" He said and started to move his body away towards his abandoned bags.
She pulled him back to her.
"No. Got it covered. It's fine." She hissed into his ear. The need for him now unbearable.
Charles let out a low laugh as he moved her fallen hair from her face.
"Good girl." He kissed into her mouth. Nothing should ever separate their love.
The almost semi patronising praise of her causing her to irrationally glow with pride and confidence. Yet she understood. Skin in skin was what they needed.
He lowered himself down and between her body, stilled for just a moment and entered her slowly and reverently. Their eyes never leaving the others. Her body was so ready for him, waiting and ecstatic to welcome his length home. She clamped around him as he started to moved purposefully and decidedly inside her. A long forgotten rhythm returning between their two highly aroused bodies. They moved together in utter abandonment and delight. Her body equally matching each thirsty thrust of his.
"Shit Molly I'm not going to last." He almost apologetically called out.
She arched and her body and started to climb at hearing his confession. Appreciating his need to have her and to fill her with his love, she started to let go herself.
"Please Charles." She begged through ragged breath. "Come with me please."
He held his stamina for moments longer, but that was all that was needed. His pace, his drive and the slickness off their coupling soon driving Molly to a peak of ecstasy she had long forgotten, allowed him to drive home and to climax with her.
And so finally after almost six years apart our girl Molly, and her man, Charles James, sexually exploded onto each other's lives once more.