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WARNING: ADULT CONTENT AHEAD – IF SEXUAL MATTERS BOTHER YOU, GO ELSEWHERE! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Chapter 33
As the Wonkavator traveled, Willy closed his eyes and felt the world spinning around him. Veronica was a steady source of strength at his side, centering him as he felt like he was trapped on a tilt-a-whirl. It was hard to say if it was the small amount of punch he allowed himself, or the jolt to his skull.
He breathed deeply and concentrated on the warm flesh beneath his limp arm. Strong slender shoulders, delicate collarbone under light ivory skin dotted with sparse golden freckles. The dress had shifted slightly during the run and the top now hung lower showing more of her delightful rounded breasts and that succulent valley between them.
He remembered the brief glimpse he had of her running before he crashed. Those long pale legs working hard, the skirt riding up high on her thighs. Veronica's face had been flushed and laughing green eyes shimmered with gold like sunlight sparkling on Caribbean water with the long light auburn flowing hair whipping behind her like smoke drifting on the breeze.
"Willy?" she asked in a low voice.
"Yeah?"
"Are you going to be alright?" worry darkened her tone and he opened his eyes to regard the woman holding him up.
"This is nothing. Just a bit of ice and a break and I'll be right as rain," he tried to smile convincingly at her.
Apparently it looked a bit forced since her face showed doubt and she fell silent.
They arrived and he managed to take most of his weight off her and together they staggered down the short hall to the large imposing dark wood door with ornate handle. Willy released her to grasp the door handle in one hand and whistled the chorus to Bach's "Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring." The door clicked open and Willy pushed it open enough to allow them to slip in.
Willy's room was comfortably furnished with large walnut wood furniture and a large colorful Persian rug on a plain stone dark grey floor. A cheery fire lit the room and the last light of the setting sun overhead glowed through the large stained glass window.
Veronica itched to explore the room a bit more, but her concern for Willy won out. She set the hat on the side table by the door and put the cane in the stand next to it before looking around trying to find something to make into a cold compress.
He flopped onto a settee by the fire with a groan, "There's ice in the bucket by the sink."
She quickly found the small basin and bucket set on a shelf next to various toiletry items. She took a rich red hand towel and dumped some of the clear ice melting gently in the bucket inside. Wrapping it up, she returned to where Willy lay draped on the settee.
"Sit up for a second," she said in her low voice. Willy complied and she took a seat behind him and gently pressed him back so that his head rested in her lap. She placed the ice pack softly on the purpling knot on his forehead. He hissed in pain, but relaxed and allowed the cold to start easing his throbbing head.
"Poor baby," she crooned, stroking his head while holding the ice bag.
Willy drifted, settling into a light doze as her hand stroked his hair. His muscles relaxed and he could again, smell that distinct scent that was the unadorned Veronica – something light and floral without being attached to any particular flower or fruit.
Veronica took the opportunity to study the room further. The furniture was of a soft curving style somewhere between Art Nouveau or Victorian. The bed was a hulking monstrosity with gorgeous detailed ornamentation resembling leaves and vines curling up to the canopy. It was covered with brushed Egyptian cotton in an incredibly comfortable looking feather duvet in the rich red that Willy preferred with numerous pillows in a light golden color.
She saw a variety of books on shelves bracketing the fireplace - topics ranging from history, to chemistry and physics, to sci-fi and fantasy. Veronica squinted, trying to read titles from across the room when she felt Willy's hand run up her arm in a light stroking gesture.
"Thank you," He said softly, opening his eyes to gaze up at her.
"No problem. Better?"
He nodded and sat up to face her, taking the ice pack to set in a warming pan by the fire. Willy stroked the long hair away from her face and cupped her cheek.
His lips were warm and supple as they caressed hers; he tasted of mulled wine and something darker and richer like good dark chocolate. The tension between them ratcheted up a notch as he tasted her – the velvet texture of his tongue rubbing against her maddeningly.
Gently, he stroked her hair and watched her reaction – seeing her eyes flare and breathing quicken. Willy could feel her starting to tremble under his hands. Passion warred with fear – and although her body seemed to be begging for more, he paused.
He could tell the sudden freedom to proceed if she wished warred with the self-preservation instincts refined since the attack and the last thing he wanted to do was push for more if she wasn't ready…
…Especially since he wasn't sure he was either.
Bob was trying to push to the forefront of his mind, but Willy held his subconscious in check for now.
"Veronica, nothing is going to happen here that you don't want to," he breathed, stroking her soft cheek with his thumb.
She held the hand cupping her face, biting her lip in apprehension, "I know – I trust you, but the fear is still there. I want this … I want you. "
Willy nodded, swallowing hard with her words. He struggled with his desire for a moment before replying in a rough voice, "We can take our time – there is no hurry."
She focused on her breathing, of the feel of his strong arm against her fingertips, of the heat he seemed to radiate – the subtle tension in his body as he controlled his reaction in order not to frighten her.
"Willy. It has been a very long time…" she whispered, the shaking increasing slightly.
He drew her close and simply hugged her, feeling the spasms rock her body. They stayed that way for a long time, watching the fire burn merrily in the fireplace. Finally, the shaking subsided and she was able to continue, "I haven't…been…with anyone in more than a decade." She admitted, ashamed of her inexperience.
He continued to stroke her hair, ignoring her shame, concentrating on soothing her fear.
"Like I have? I love the Oompa Loompa – just not that way."
She laughed as he hoped she would and he leaned back to look at her, "Even before then…I'm…I'm not exactly…well, what you would call…highly experienced…either."
Feeling a bit braver, she asked, "But some experience?"
He blushed fetchingly and studied her hands, "Some."
She sighed and he could feel her body tense, "For me? Not since…him."
Willy sighed and looked at her with great sadness in his eyes, "After that…no wonder." He paused again, "I love you. Nothing will change that. Even if we decide that we never…"
"But I do want to," Veronica interrupted, the color high on her cheeks, "It's just going to take a little while for me to … relax enough to…"
He was so sweet, she thought. He was sitting here holding her, obviously ready to proceed and he was giving her a way out. She mentally slammed the door on her burgeoning fear, refusing to let it mar what could be a beautiful experience. Determined, she looked up at Willy, eyes clearing of confusion.
He nodded and leaned forward with an eiderdown soft kiss. "I can take as long as you need, my love."
Shyly, she slid her hands from his body down his arms to where the gloves bet his wrist, "May I?"
He could only nod and watch, throat dry and tight, heart pounding heavily in his chest as she slowly removed the gloves, one finger at a time before rolling them from his wrist. She tossed the gloves to join the ice pack in the copper warming pan. She held his slightly trembling hands in hers, examining the soft palms and fingers, exploring the terrain of creases with one delicate finger. The hands twitched as she lightly stroked the palms.
Then with eyes full of knowledge of what she was starting, she raised one to her mouth and after letting her breath warm the cool flesh, kissed the palm of his hand keeping her eyes locked on his the whole time.
The violet eyes went dark and wild as he tentatively caressed her face, the palm resting on her cheek, the thumb tracing the full line of her lips. The sensation of her soft lips on his naked flesh was sending little electric shocks down his spine and he found that breathing was becoming a chore.
Seeing that he was letting her set the pace, she smiled coyly and opened her lips to take the digit into her mouth. Willy gasped as he felt her small teeth nibble lightly on his thumb. Veronica sucked strongly, using her tongue to caress him and he groaned as the sensation shot straight to his groin.
Feeling that it was not fair for her to be doing all the work, he leaned forward to kiss her again, seeking entrance to her warm mouth – his tongue twining around hers like ivy climbing a wall. He pulled her toward him, reclining back to rest against the arm of the settee, desperately seeking a way to climb through the kiss and into her.
Comforted that he allowed her to remain unpinned, she groaned as his hands compulsively clutched at her, the bare hand sliding up the exposed flesh of her back, gliding under the straps of the dress as if trying to memorize her through his fingertips. She mentally thanked the Oompa Loompas for their insight into fashion design as she was able to part her legs to straddle him. Her damaged hands skimmed through the dark hair – the sides of her fingers telling her that it felt like heavy silk.
Not satisfied, she reached down to deftly unbutton the high collar of the jacket to reveal the smooth column of his throat. She softly kissed his lips followed the line of his jaw down to the tender beat of the carotid artery fluttering under the milky skin. He could only gasp at the sensation of the wet tip of her tongue following that line down to where it joined with his shoulder. She sucked on the exposed throat – feeling him tense under her, pressing his rousing member up against her intimately before she returned up to what she knew were sensitive earlobes to suckle and make him shake with repressed lust.
It was empowering to render this man into this speechless creature of blind need, Veronica thought sat back and looked at Willy, his eyes wide and dark with passion. His restless hands slid down to cup her bottom, fingers delicately tracing the line of her flesh as it disappeared under the rising hem of her dress. She whimpered at the teasing sensation. Thrusting lightly, he deliberately rubbed up against her, his sensitive nose telling him of her growing arousal. Smiling slightly, he sat up, his breath caressing the long line of her throat. Strong fingers ran up and down her exposed legs, thumbs barely brushing the line of muscle that separated inner from outer thigh. The indirect contact had her rearing back, gasping at the intensity of sensation washing over her.
Her busy fingers meanwhile had unbuttoned the jacket all the way down revealing the strong lines of his midsection lightly peppered with dark hair. His small nipples were dark brown and the chest strong without the obvious over exaggeration brought about by time at the gym.
Veronica felt him tense under her as she ran her hands up the exposed skin. He looked up at her with a touch of apprehension in those marvelous eyes. "Um…I know I'm not…you know…built or anything…" Willy stuttered, squirming slightly at her light touch.
She smiled warmly down at him, her green-gold eyes sparking like gems in the firelight, "Thank goodness. I wouldn't want you any other way. You're perfect the way you are."
Moving carefully, she pushed back to slide down the long legs and bent from her waist to kiss his shoulder, collarbone, and down his chest – exploring his personal topography. He smelled fresh and clean and the sweet scent of peanut brittle faded into something muskier - something uniquely him. She'd be able to identify him by that rich personal scent blindfolded and in a dark room.
He groaned and arched up, feeling her tongue stroke him, tracing the lines of his pectorals and down the thin line of hair that ran down to his beltline.
Willy groaned brokenly and looked at her with wide amazed eyes, "Veronica!"
He retaliated by abruptly sitting up to attack the juncture of her neck and shoulder with his tongue and teeth, she felt like she couldn't catch her breath from the intense arousal jabbing through her. Willy's fingers found the thin straps to her dress and with a questioning look, he started to guide them down her shoulders.
Veronica's trembling increased for a moment as the dress slid down to reveal her aching breast to her lover's eyes. She braced herself, waiting for the inevitable grabbing, but he just held her eyes, not looking away until she calmed again and relaxed under his loving gaze. Only then would he allow himself the luxury of taking in this beautiful sight.
The pale skin of her body gleamed in the firelight; she looked like some debauched goddess rising above him, small breast high and tight, rosy nipples hard with desire. He was suddenly intensely thankful to Victor Brahm for being such a ridiculous bastard. If it hadn't been for him, she never would have started down this path to end up here and now in his arms.
Willy kissed her hard, running his hands over the now exposed lines of her back and curving around to caress her ribs before slowly and ever so carefully touching the soft newly exposed skin.
Veronica cried out at the contact – her breasts had always been especially sensitive. Willy's soft hands held her like fine glass, and the curious fingers played with her hardened nipples. She ground down harder, frantic for more stimulation even as her mind was screaming that it was all too much. He grunted with surprise and she felt the reactionary twitch against her moistening center.
They pulled together then, as if any space between them was outlandish and wrong. Her tender breast crushing against his exposed chest almost made him swoon – so instead he concentrated on her smell, her taste, the visual extravaganza that was this woman writhing against him.
Realizing that their explorations had taken them to the limit of what was capable on the settee, Willy rallied what little blood remained to his brain to formulate the words that would take them to the next step.
"Bed?" he growled in a voice he scarcely recognized as his own.
She looked at him strangely for a moment, her grasp of English escaping her as her passions rose – then she realized what he was asking and nodded vigorously, "Bed," Veronica agreed.
Rather than simply standing and moving away, she elected to help him pull himself upright and wrapped her strong legs around his waist, the motion driving her closer to him with a cry as he stood. Anything else was unthinkable at this point. She clung to his neck, whimpering at the movement against her center – almost crying at the frantic need to feel more. Veronica suddenly hated the thin layers of clothing that still barely separated them – the friction was driving her mad.
Willy stood, hands cupping her bottom, knees wobbling for a moment before striding to the bed in four easy steps. Veronica took the opportunity to push away the hated jacket – hands greedy for more exposed flesh. He allowed her to support her weight, legs locked around his waist as he helped push the jacket off and to the floor.
His bare fingers pushed the skirt up further, gliding along the long muscles of her thighs tight around his waist to ease under the hem to follow the line of her body. She cried out at the cool fingers against heated skin, the gentle fingers caressing her bare bottom under the material. He traced the curve of her buttocks up to the small of her back, rubbing circles before sliding down again to ever so teasingly just graze the sensitive inner flesh of her thighs with just his fingertips.
Veronica threw back her head and gasped – his hands so close to where she needed them, yet dancing way leaving her lost and wild in her need.
Willy gently guided her down to stand next to the bed. Eyes remaining steady on hers, he nudged the dress off her hips to fall to the floor unheeded. She now stood naked before him.
The cool air on her skin brought new fear. Her body was screeching for more, but her mind suddenly snapped out of its aroused state. She was standing naked in front of this man, and was quite suddenly shaking with fear. What was she doing?
Seeing the new fear burning bright in her eyes, he stepped forward to hug her again - pushing the raging Bob into the back of his mind. The trembling body in his arms threw cold water on his libido and for a moment, he was afraid that he had pushed too far and too fast.
He kept his hands on her back, resting his head against hers. He could feel her panting breath against his neck, making the skin moist. He just held her for a long moment making himself content with the fact that she was here and he was with her – this might be as far as she was able to go tonight.
Veronica started to relax – her thoughts coming back to her after being washed away by the wave of fear. She felt warm and safe in his arms, comforted again by the remarkable restraint Willy showed. She could feel his own trembling and knew that he was just as nervous as he was. He so wanted to do the right thing for her.
Finally, she felt back at the starting point for the evening. Her mind was eager again, but the heat of her ardor had cooled. She looked up at Willy, the closed eyes and rapidly bobbing throat as he concentrated on slow deep breaths. Taking the incentive, she started to explore his newly exposed flesh.
Blushing with her forward thoughts, she ran her hands over his strong arms, feeling the muscle play under his skin. She concentrated on the sight of the firm white flesh – like marble warmed and come to life under her grasp. Her hands memorized the hard arcs and lines that made up his chest and arms. The feel of the wiry body hair brushing against her was like electricity on an already overloaded system.
Willy waited for her eyes to return to his before taking in the long-awaited sight of her - the long legs swelling into softly rounded hips, the strong lines of her abdomen and chest, the nest of dark curls resting damply at her apex. He was suddenly more aroused than he ever thought was possible. The pants were constricting and the sweet pain only made his anticipation stronger.
Curiously, she cupped him. The sight and feel of the small white hand was almost more than he could bear and he moaned, shuddering with the pressure of not expending himself right there.
His arousal was contagious, she felt the dim flicker fan into greater flames of longing as she felt him swell against her – the tender tissue stretching and growing until she knew that the confinement of his pants must hurt him. Fighting against herself, she gently squeezed him, smiling with pure feminine pleasure at the tiny involuntary thrusts against her questing hand.
She delicately traced the top of his pants, looking to him for permission. Trembling, he touched her hands, granting that permission and the delicate tugs and movements as she unfastened the button and unzipped sent warning signals to his brain. If she touched him now, it would be all over before it began. The pressure eased somewhat and before she could push the offending material down his hips, he pulled her closer and kissed her hard – letting his hands travel where they may and feeling her whimper in his arms.
They tumbled back onto the bed then, Veronica fell back and writhed against the soft brushed cotton duvet against her back – the movement incredibly erotic to Willy's eyes. Her hair fanned out around her and the long pale legs stretched out to cradle his hips against her naked flesh. He rubbed up against her again, the loosened material of his pants threatening sweetly to fall away.
He decided that it was time to do a little exploring of his own. He first focused his attention on her breasts, using hands and tongue to torment her. Willy carefully noted every gasp, pant and jerk wrung from her willing body. He quickly learned how to bring cries of pleasure, her body bucking wildly against him.
Always the taste adventurer – that was him.
Pleased with his efforts, he slowly moved downward. The taunt flesh of her stomach twitched under his hand as he moved ever lower. Willy could feel her panting breath as her small breasts heaved and he carefully watched her eyes, looking for any hesitancy or doubt.
There was none.
He carefully cupped her, the heat and moisture slick against his fingers. She groaned in abject relief – throwing her head back and arching hard against him. Curious fingers traced the damp folds and her breath started turning into sobs as she rocked against him, "Willy!"
As his hands explored her, Veronica's hand crept lower as well, scarred fingers tracing the delightful trail of fine hair down his abdomen and past the open waistline of his pants. She could feel the pressure of the elastic waistband against her palm and the hot protuberance rising to brush against it.
The fingers caressing her froze as she brushed that hot weight. Willy was watching her and trembling as her fingers eased under the tight band. She used what sensitivity remained in the sides and top of her hand to feel the humid heat pressing against her. Tentatively, she caressed the long length of him, feeling the silky smooth skin gliding over hard flesh before reaching down to cup the rest of him, feeling the wiry hair running through her fingers.
He tightly closed his eyes and made a noise somewhere between a grunt and a whimper. The involuntary thrusting of his hips grew stronger and she could see him grit his teeth trying to stop it. She stroked him again, increasing her grip to allow the head to nudge through her fingers. Willy's breath was frozen and his eyes begged her to stop before it was too late.
But she didn't want him to stop.
With new determination, she shoved at his pants and underwear, pushing them down off his hips and using her feet to pull them down his long legs and onto the floor. She could feel the hot length of him pressed against her center, rubbing lightly against her entrance even as she delighted in the strong thighs pushing hers wider to allow him greater access.
Willy looked wicked for a moment – his dark eyes feral, white teeth flashing, "Are you sure?"
She nodded, her eyes darkening to emerald boiling with gold – this was the right moment.
He resisted, struggling not to thrust. Gritting his teeth, he said in a rough voice, "Please, be certain. I don't want to hurt you – and I don't know if I'll be able to stop if we go any further."
Veronica pulled him closer, voice throaty with emotion, "Willy. I want this. I love you and I am yours for however long you shall want me."
"Forever then. I want you forever," he said – staring deep into her eyes and letting the last of his barriers fall.
He kissed her long and hard, finally let himself slide slowly into her – swallowing her cry. She was tight around his member, and he froze, letting her adjust to this new intrusion.
Veronica was lost in sensation, she could feel the thick length of him buried inside of her, every bump and curve seemed amplified. The hot sting faded quickly as her body rallied to this new situation and produced more moisture, easing his passage.
Willy took the invitation that her renewed rocking offered, and he drew back just as slowly only to drive forward again. She arched back hard, her back bowed tight as her hips rose to meet his. Her legs twined tight with his and he used the muscles of his back to smooth the movement, to make it seamless. Her hands dove into his hair, holding his head against hers – feeling the hot breath brush across her face as their lower bodies found a rhythm that suited them.
He was beautiful – the pale skin flushed, lips swollen from numerous kisses. His eyes were open, staring into her as he moved and she felt just as impaled from his gaze as she was from his body. He smiled at her, eyes fluttering shut as she clenched around him, grunting with the sensation. She felt the coiling in her lower belly forcing her arousal to new heights. Her movements became more forceful, showing him that she wanted more.
He felt her demands and accommodated her. Veronica was making soft noises from her throat as she urged him deeper, his thrusts harder. He cradled her head against his hands, resting on his elbows to drive himself into her again and again. He could feel himself tightening, ready to explode but threw his will into resisting – he wouldn't go alone.
Veronica was startled when Willy rolled her over to sit astride him, her thighs taking the weight of her body. She groaned as he was thrust deeper and felt the wild pleasure running through her body. Resting her hands on his chest as he grabbed her hips, she took over the movements. His head was thrown back and he was breathing heavily through an open mouth as he watched the erotic sight of watching his length disappeared into her. Her hair was wild, curling around her to cling to damp skin. Her skin looked golden in contrast to his pale own and her eyes were wild.
Veronica felt the coiling heat rising to flush her whole body, this new position causing Willy to rub against that secret spot deep inside that made her tremble as she felt the onrush of her orgasm even as her legs ached with the unaccustomed exercise.
Willy reached up to caress the swollen nipples and to pull her down upon his raging flesh. He could feel the fluttering of her inner muscles as he forced her down. Her hands curled, raking nails across his chest as he could feel her rising tide beginning to peak.
"Look at me," he panted, "Don't close your eyes."
Their eyes locked as the wave crashed over them. Her eyes went wide and blind as she broke – a scream breaking from her throat at the intensity, "Willy!"
She went rigid in his arms, the incredible strength of her body wrestling control his own peak beyond his capability to control.
Willy too went rigid with a cry, thrusting uncontrollably into the woman above him as she bucked wildly against him. It felt like his heart had exploded and he was all too happy to fall into that little death.
It was as if floodgates were opened, her energy faded away and she slumped against him cradled in his arms. The aftershocks of their joining sizzled through them at random intervals and they still shook with the random burst.
Exhausted beyond measure, Willy pulled her to lie next to him, fingers entwined and breathing heavily. They rested in each other's arms as the sweat was dried rapidly off their cooling skin and she shivered as he finally slid out of her. He pulled the corner of the duvet to cover them both and she snuggled closer, draping one leg over his and resting her arm across his chest. His heart pounded under her touch and she marveled at the experience. The whole world felt like it had changed around her – or that she was seeing things clearly for the first time.
His hand came up to rest over hers, his quiet voice concerned, "Are you alright? I hope I didn't hurt you."
She smiled at the subtle ache between her legs – nothing more than what a long time without intimate contact would render.
"I'm fine … more than fine, really. Happy. Satisfied. Delirious even," she replied softly, reaching up to stroke his hair and smile up at the relaxed features she so dearly loved.
"Good. I wouldn't want to let you down," Willy said, running one finger up and down her arm, watching the fine hair raise and smoothing it down again.
Veronica yawned and snuggled closer, resting her head on his chest to feel the reassuring thump of his heart against her cheek, "Nothing disappointing there at all. We may have to try again later though just to make sure."
She wanted to tell him how her world had exploded behind her eyes, how his loving touch drove away any remaining memory of Marcus and his cruel intentions. Veronica felt more relaxed than she'd ever felt in her life and simply enjoyed Willy's long limbs wrapped around her own and the primal comfort offered by his touch. Opening her mouth, she was overwroght with a yawn instead, "Sorry - I can't seem to keep my eyes open, love. I'm sleepy."
"Isn't the guy supposed to drop off first?" Willy teased with a smile, a yawn escaping him as well.
Darn contagious, yawns.
"I'll let you off this time as long as I get a command encore later," she laughed.
Willy closed his eyes, still smiling and nodded wearily, sleep pulling him down as he pulled her closer, "After a nap."
"After a nap," she agreed sleepily.
Each caring tenderly for the other, they pulled the covers higher over their naked forms and slept, entrenched in each other's arms.