Chapter 4

After John left her office, Rose was beyond confused as to what to expect next. She wasn't entirely sure about what brought on these shenanigans of John's. Not to say she wasn't enjoying herself, of course, quite the contrary. She just wasn't sure about why John was doing this at the OFFICE where their friends AND her DAD work. She wanted an answer, or maybe to turn the tables on John. She straightened herself out from his "Attack of the Feather" then headed off to his office.

Once there, she tried the door and found it locked. Through the small vertical window in his door, she saw that the lights were off. She was beyond confused now. She returned to her own office and dialed her father Pete's extension. "Hi, Dad... is John with you?" Pete told her no, and that John had asked if he could leave early, as he was "out of sorts." Rose thought to herself, out of sorts? He's got me out of sorts. What could he be up to now? "Thank you, Dad. I'll try him on his cell."

In the meanwhile, John had flagged a taxi to take him home for the final leg of his plan.

The clock on the kitchen wall said it was only half three, so he had a bit of time to prepare some nibbles for the evening, and chill a bottle of wine. As his phone rang, he looked at the display as Rose's name popped up. He expected her call but he did not answer. John didn't want her to worry so, he texted her, stating that all was well and he'd see her when she got home.

Rose read his text with a mixture of concern and intrigue. She needed to catch up on all her work from throughout the day; that meant all of the items she COULDN'T get done because of John's little visits. She had to stay through the end of the workday. She was so anxious that each time she looked up at the clock, it seemed like only a few minutes had passed. He was driving her balmy! With all that had gone on today, she could only imagine what would happen when she got to their flat.

When her workday was finally over, she sent John a text to see if he needed anything from Tesco's on her way home. He replied "Nope!" and she could practically hear him popping the "P", even through a text!

John placed the phone on the table with a grin and hurriedly finished his preparations for the evening, waiting with baited breath for her to make her way there.

She arrived at the flat just a short time later, finding all of the lights off, save for the outdoor light . It was already past dusk this time of the year, so she was able to see a bit of a flicker through the stained glass inset of the front door. She slowly opened the door to find small, rose scented candles creating a trail through the flat. She hung her coat and purse by the front door, dropped her keys in the bowl on the hall table and proceeded to follow the trail left for her.

As soon as John heard Rose making her way up the stairs, he turned on the shower in their bedroom en suite. He waited behind the bedroom door for her to get to the end of the trail. Once she stepped into the room, he reached around her and drew her close. She was startled but, again, she heard him whisper, "hush." Without another word he began to slowly open each button of her blouse in turn, gliding the tips of his fingers over the skin he was exposing. While doing so, he bent down and placed light, wet kisses to the area of skin that was left bare through the keyhole of her shirt. He untucked her blouse so he could reach the final two buttons, then leisurely slid it off of her shoulders. He ran his fingertips along the edge of her white lace bra, noting that it opened in the front. With two fingers (after a good bit of past practice), he flicked the bra open with little effort. From the center of her cleavage, he used his palms to push the bra cups away from her breasts, running his palms across her nipples which pebbled as he passed over them. Rose leaned back into John and breathed deeply, enjoying the relaxing turn the day had taken. She was still highly aroused but, his deliberate movements gave her a sense of peace.

After laying light, damp kisses along her neck, tracing the length of her pulse points from her ear to her shoulder, he used his teeth to lift the bra straps up and off of her shoulders; her bra landing softly in the pile of clothing he'd begun with her blouse. He then unclasped and unzipped her skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor as he unhooked the catches on her white lace garter belt. Rose kicked off her shoes, reached down and pulled each stocking off a little clumsily, blowing her attempts at sexiness. As she struggled to remove them, she felt the evidence of his illicit games that day through the dressing gown John wore. Once she finished removing her stockings, all that was left was a very tiny pair of white lace knickers which had alternated between wet and dry throughout the day. John hooked his thumbs in the lace across the top of them and laggardly drew them down her legs, noticing how damp they were now. The evidence of her arousal wasn't necessary for him to know how badly Rose wanted him. Her soft whimpers and moans as he undressed her were enough for him to know.

John turned Rose to face him and dropped to his knees in front of her. He slid his hands up to cup her breasts, so taut from his previous ministrations, and ran his thumb along the soft underside. He kissed her lightly between her breasts, then ran his tongue along the underside of each, kissing and nibbling along the way. He drew his tongue along her abdomen, then kissed and nibbled along her hip and just below the dip of her belly.
The closer John got to her to her soft, dampened curls, the more the scent of her enveloped him. He wanted her to be able to relax in the shower before he took her fully so he raised himself up and took her small hand in his. Rather than "Run!" he said, "Follow me."

He led her into the shower, which by now, had warmed to the perfect temperature for his plans. Once beneath the cascade of water, he took her scrub and his favorite scent of body wash, matching the raspberry scent he remembered from his morning visit, and began to soap her from her neck down her body to each toe. He glided his hands languidly along her body, sliding across the soapy surface, watching her react to him intimately bathing her.. After rinsing the soap from her body with the hand held shower head, he changed the setting to pulse and slowly sprayed her mound, being sure to use his fingers to separate her folds and expose her clit. He used the shower head as a vibrator, spending much of the time pushing the shower head close to the bundle of nerves that ached to be touched. Rose arched and reached her arm back to caress John's neck. She knotted her fingers in his hair as she felt heat coiling in the pit of her abdomen, praying he would let her come this time. John moaned at her running her fingers through his hair. He wanted so badly to be inside of her, but the game wasn't done yet. He couldn't give in now.

Whispers of her name curled into her ears, sending her over a precipice she had only been allowed to step up to all day. When the orgasm hit, it was hard and fast, so hard her knees buckled under her, as John wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her from falling to the floor.

As her breathing eased and she came down from her orgasm, John reached around her to turn the water off. He easily lifted her up, carrying her to the bed where he laid her down, placing one of the decorative pillows under Rose's arse. He slid over next to her and lightly nibbled on her lower lip, listening to her still heavy breathing from the near volcanic eruption in the shower. John slipped one finger between her folds, rubbing it lightly over her clit before dipping it deep inside her. After several long strokes, he added another finger, then began curling both toward her belly, finding the small ledge of nerves that would send her over again. She spoke his name, quietly at first but, as he added a third and fourth finger, she screamed his name, coming as she did. He leisurely stroked her down from her orgasm, removing a finger every few strokes until he was down to one again.

As she looked in his eyes through her hooded ones, he proceeded to take each finger in turn, and lick it clean. The taste of her juices increased his own desire, hardening him even more than he was when he started this little game. He pressed himself against her leg, seeking out the friction that he now needed. He moved down her body briefly so he could taste her, dipping his tongue deep inside, pulling her juices out like honey from a hive. John was so enthralled with burying his tongue inside of Rose, he nearly missed her last whisper. She quietly repeated it, begging for him to be inside of her. He was more than happy to comply. He warned her that it wouldn't be long, considering all he'd done that day.

She replied, "It would serve you right." Then, Rose let out a small giggle.

John growled, throwing her legs over his shoulders and burying his cock inside her to the hilt in one smooth thrust. He stopped for a moment to let her relax around him and he felt a pulsing that he wasn't entirely sure was coming from him or Rose. Either way, it felt truly amazing!

A low moan escaped from Rose, as she kissed his neck and shoulders, nipping and suckling, leaving her mark as she went along. John drew himself almost completely free of her, then slammed back into her, causing a yelp from Rose and another growl from him. Rose's hands were wound up in the sheets, hanging on for dear life. John then began a steady rhythm, continuing to pull out all but the head of his cock, then pounding back into her, his rhythm speeding up as he continued. Rose felt another orgasm building but tried to control it as John continued to slam into her relentlessly, losing his rhythm the closer he got to his own orgasm.

John finally gave in, falling into an abyss, feeling as if he was spinning around in the eye of a storm. As he pumped his seed deep inside her, he felt Rose's body clamp down on him; pulsing around him, drawing out every drop, mixing with her own orgasm, so warm she felt as if she were on fire. Leaning down, John hungrily pressed his mouth against hers, their tongues dancing together of their own volition. He spoke her name, breathing it into her mouth over and over again, until they had to come up for air. John let Rose's legs slide down his arms, and collapsed onto her, but she used her last burst of energy to flip them over. She snuggled into the smattering of chest hair, running her tongue and teeth across his nipples, breathing over them, making him suck in his own breath.

After a time, Rose sat up on John, slowly raising herself off of him and laying on her side. She noticed the small buffet of nibbles and wine John had laid out along the top of the dresser. She went to the spread, poured two glasses of wine, grabbed a plate of cheese and grapes and brought them back to bed. John sat up and shared the food with her, as they spoke about their day, promising that next time, he'd start from the top.

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