I couldn't get these two out of the bedroom this week, so this is a bit hot. Perhaps once they're on the road, things will settle a bit. The Rugby World Cup has started, so Charles will probably have some disrupted sleep if he watches late games in pubs with loud and uncouth Kiwi rugby fans.I wonder how Molly will take that. They're also going to visit a rather famous tree, one that has literary connections with England, so what with Molly's dislike of trees and Charles' love of poetry, there could be potential for some friction.

Chapter 4 Gentle on My Mind

"Turn over, Charles," urged Molly. "I want to touch your beautiful back. Did you know I used to wait for you to turn your back to me and to walk away when we were on tour? That was so I could imagine me pulling your shirt off over your head and stroking and kissing down your spine. And, just like this, feeling your muscles and winding my fingers in the curls on the back of your neck…." He moaned softly, a subtle quiver quickly transforming itself into a shudder of excitement as Molly continued pleasuring his back. With light butterfly kisses, she nuzzled into his neck and shoulders whilst she stroked the backs of his thighs, barely reaching them because of his sheer length.

Molly was grateful that he was so much bigger than her. When he lifted her into his arms, holding her close and stroking her thick, dark hair which he insisted she let loose when they were making love, she felt utterly cared for and protected. Tucking her head underneath his chin, she would wait to feel the beat of his heart and then focus intently on slowing her own until she could match her heart with his. The first time Charles noticed her concentration and asked what she was doing, he was touched deeply by her need to get so very close to him. They had created a ritual now in which they consciously merged their hearts, a quiet, gentle few minutes of concentrated and pure love.

Although by now he was intensely aroused by Molly's attention to his back, Charles rolled over, shuffled up the bed so that he was sitting against the headboard and lifted her into his arms. Her eyebrows lifted when she saw how hard he was and she asked, "How you gonna wait out with THAT?"

"I'm not sure, but I'm going to try," he whispered. "I guess I heard what you said about not me always being Bossman and wanting me to be slower and softer sometimes. Come here and let me hold you and we can do our heart thing. That's if you want to?" He was surprised at the ease with which he could allow his arousal to just be there, his erection to abate a little, temporarily, while he and Molly held one another, just loving, just focussing on the peace and joy of their heart connection and their slow rhythmic breathing together. He thought that what they had created was a kind of shared mindfulness.

Who knew how long they spent in their almost dream state? Eventually, Molly stretched and rolled onto the bed and Charles leaned over her, taking her face into his long, slender fingers and smoothing her hair back from her forehead. He kissed her lightly on each eyelid and laid his head on her flat belly as she spoke hesitantly. "You know, Charles, before I went in the Army I had some really rumpty boyfriends…the one I was with last was Artan and he and my Dad tried to jack up a money arrangement so that I would marry him and my Dad could get a ticket to keep on getting 'the sick'. They were treating me like a piece of property to sell. I s'pose that might be part of why I got so angry and worried about Bashira being promised to be married at only eleven. I dunno, really. Here I am," she laughed as Charles took her left nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, "talking about Bashira when there's more important things to do. I've just got something I've been leading up to saying to you. I'm nearly there, so if you can just listen for a little bit more, I'll shut the fuck up and we can attend to this." She stroked his rigid cock gently, "And this. I'm getting very wet. Let's wait out just a little bit..?"

"God, Molly don't tease me too much…I need you. What do you want to say?"

'Artan used to want to touch me on my face all the time and I really didn't like it. I hated it. In the end I yelled at him to never touch me there again and that I didn't want to marry him or to even be with him and he yelled back at me and called me all sorts of names and I was glad because I knew it was over and I never wanted anyone to touch my face again! Till you, Charles, till you came along and four times you touched my face and four times I knew that you loved me. And I haven't told you before even though we are married and everything…

There was the time when Sohail died, when you comforted me and held my face in the hospital and looked into my eyes…"

"Yeah, that wasn't long after you asked me if I loved you when you followed me to the body under the sheet. Boy, that was tricky, Molly. I didn't know what to do or say then. Or later that day, but I did know I was gone, hopelessly in love with you. Which I why I want to show you how much, right now…." His body was quivering again with his need for her, but he willed himself to be still, to wait out a little longer.

"Then you held my face in your hands when we kissed the first time and it felt so gentle and right. And then again when I came to visit you in hospital and you said we didn't have to wait any more you touched my face. And the best time of all, when we made love for the first time in Bath, You were so soft and I was sure you loved me when you stroked my hair and face before we kissed, Charles. And you've healed me from hating being touched, so long as it's you doing it. And I wanted to tell you that and to wait out while I did because I want you to know how much it means to me and how much I love you."

"I know, Molly, I know. And I feel the same. Now come here and let me touch you in lots of places, starting here…" He slipped two fingers into the warm folds between her thighs and gasped when he realised how wet she was. Had speaking about being touched by him aroused her even more than usual? And without the need for him to do much more than listen? He certainly was very hard and desperate to enter her.

He found her clit, slick and hot and swollen, circling around it whilst he licked her nipples, one after the other. Her back arched as she sought to make his fingers enter her. Charles was so hard that he feared he would explode and he pinched the top of his cock to encourage it to subside, just a little. Picking Molly up from his lap and kneeling on the floor, he laid her on her back on the bed, spreading her legs wide and licking, licking from her breasts down her midriff, along the centreline of her belly, stopping as he climbed onto the bed between her legs. Holding her wide open with his hands, he licked her hard, circling his tongue around her clit. With a quick movement he sucked it into his mouth and flicked his tongue back and forth over it.

Molly had her fist in her own mouth and arched her back even further to meet Charles' tongue. He was aware that she was coming, very hard, as her eyes glazed oved, her head reared right back and she began to tremble uncontrollably. A high pitched keening came from her, a sound he had heard before when he knew that he had helped her to an intense and overwhelming orgasm.

It was time for him, now. Charles moved up the bed and slowly guided his cock into Molly, pausing at her entrance, before plunging deep into her, filling her up and feeling her hot, damp walls. She bucked and shook, encouraging him, egging him on and he thrust. Finding a rhythm was easy but slowing down was not. He had been listening and waiting out long enough. His cock spasms went on for a very long time as his whole body shuddered in ecstasy, almost to the point of pain, "Molly!" he called. "Molly, I'm coming so hard. Molly, I love you."

"Me too. I've come so much. You do that to me, Charles. How do you do that? I've never come so hard before you! I love you, too."

He lowered himself as his orgasm subsided and gently kissed her on her cheeks. Both panted as they came down and smiled at one another.

"If that's what waiting out while we talk does, I'm keen to do it again." Charles grinned as he stretched and yawned, catlike and lithe. "But not for a while. That's twice tonight!"

Molly flicked at his ear with her fingertips. "Oi! Take me seriously. I really needed you to hear me. I want you to get it that I really do love you. There's no need for you to be jealous of anyone else. You touching my face with love changed something painful for me, Charles. Why would I ever want to lose someone who can do that for me?"

He smiled, reached over and turned out the light. "We really need to sleep now. Tai and Karena are going to meet us for breakfast in the morning and wise us up about some stuff to do. Then we're off on our own to explore New Zealand."

This is part of my fist fanfiction, so I find it very helpful to have you read and review. Thanks to those of you who have done so!