"Are you going to walk me home?" she asked him as they left the restaurant.
"Of course," he replied, following her just a little down the steps, allowing her to lead the way, "If you want me to."
She smiled wryly.
"And are you going to come in when we get there?" she asked him straight out.
"Well," he said softly, smiling to let her know he was joking around a little bit, "I'm not only walking you there to make sure you survive the long and arduous journey home along the street."
She laughed appreciatively.
"I'll come in if you want me to," he clarified, "And if you want me to fuck off home then I'll fuck off immediately."
The amused look lingered around her lips, but her eyes were full of something else as she turned her face back to him.
"Don't go," she asked him softly.
"Alright," he said simply, "I won't."
He offered his hand to her, and she took it again, eagerly. He felt a little tug on his arm as she quickened her pace just a little. He swallowed a little nervously, but matched her for eagerness as he followed her along the road. Her hair was half loose and it bobbed a little in the air at the speed she was walking. He wanted to stop her, to run his fingers through her hair-….
The five minute walk seemed to take forever. He was glad she was in charge of the key, he knew he would have fumbled it in the lock. Not that his hands were trembling exactly, but they we're getting there.
He lingered in the hall, waiting for her; not wanting to be too far away from her but also not knowing exactly where she wanted him to go.
She turned away from locking the door just little slowly, dropping her bag gently onto the floor, slipping her arms out of her jacket and letting that fall to the floor too, taking slow steps towards him. He stood stock still, a little mesmerised.
"We can do this one of two ways," she told him, standing before him, draping her arms over his shoulders, pulling him towards her, encouraging him to rest his hands on her waist, "Either we could open another bottle of wine, put on some Joni Mitchell or something like that, and see how long it takes us. Or we could go upstairs now," her voice was so soft and seductive, it made him ache, "Either way," she continued, "I want you to come to bed with me. And if you're still worried- because I know you were the other night-" she told him firmly, "That I'm on the rebound, then you'll have to take into account the fact that I've wanted you to come to bed with me for weeks now," she leant forwards and planted a kiss on his lips that was tender and inviting, but then a moment later pulled away just a little, "I want to show you that I'm not just half in love with you."
His hands had moved a little, cradling her lower back.
"Phyllis," he murmured softly, bowing his head back toward her, kissing her in return. It thrilled him that she gave a quiet little moan into their kiss. Her body was pulled so close to his, his hands so high on her back he was almost touching the bottom of her shoulder blades.
"Tell me later," she told him clumsily, between kisses, "I've decided- I want to go upstairs."
"Alright," he told her, letting her take his hand again swiftly, as soon as he voiced his acceptance, and lead him up the stairs.
It gave him a moment's concern when they entered the bedroom and he caught a glimpse of the bed in the corner of his eye- the bed she'd probably chosen with her husband- but a second later she commanded all of his attention again, eclipsing his view in a sweep of red and black, as she extended her slender arms, reaching for him. She pulled him to her by the lapels of his jacket, only to slip her hands beneath them and push it to the floor a moment later as they kissed.
"Tell me what you like," he told her softly, stroking his hand tenderly down her back, attempting to find the zip of her dress.
"Kissing you," she answered, her voice muffled by his jaw as she pressed fervent kisses there.
He turned back in towards her kisses, meeting her mouth again.
"Oh, god," he murmured to her, "You're so gorgeous, you're so wonderful."
She reached behind herself, guiding his hand, helping him find the zip of her dress, and he worked it down as she worked on the buttons of his shirt.
He watched in awe as the dress fell away from her neck, looking at the sweep of her collarbone, the gentle swell of her breast under the dark red lace of her bra.
"Christ," he murmured under his breath.
A smile perked up on her lips as she ran her hands over his chest. He shivered with arousal.
"I want you," she told him softly, "I've wanted you for bloody ages."
"Come on then," he took her hand and tugged her toward the bed.
She stopped before they made it there, pushing her dress off her legs and onto the floor. He sat down on the edge of the bed. He was momentarily distracted by the fact that her red lace knickers matched her bra, but brought rapidly back to the here and now when she straddled his thighs, sitting in his lap and pushing him back onto the bed. He exhaled in something between a gasp and an ecstatic laugh.
"Phyllis, love," he murmured, "Slow down. We've got all night."
"I know," she replied, bearing down over him, "But I'm impatient," she rolled her hips forwards a little, teasing him, "And I think you are too."
"I am," he told her, pushing himself back up, holding her in his arms, "But I want to remember everything about this."
She pressed her lips to his, less urgently then before and he savoured the slow kiss.
"Come here," he whispered to her, encouraging her to shift off his legs and moved over so that she could lie down beside him.
They lay side by side, breathing heavily, watching one another. Her hair was down now, falling over her shoulders. One of his arms reached out towards her, caressing down her arm, moving to cup her breast through the red lace.
"Is this alright?" he asked softly.
"Yes," she murmured, her head reclining a little, exposing the long line of her neck for a second.
Tenderly, he circled her breast with his thumb, finding her nipple proud and erect beneath the thin fabric and she sighed deeply again.
Her head moved back and she met his eye.
"Joseph," she told him firmly, her voice deep with desire in a way that turned him on more than anything had up to this point, "You're teasing me."
"Maybe I am," he agreed, "But you're enjoying it," he told her confidently.
"I am," she assured him, "But I want more."
"Alright," he murmured, leaning in and kissing her lips softly, almost chastely, "Alright, my love."
He withdrew his hand, but it was to replace it on the curve of her hip. Her breath hitched as his hand slipped into her knickers.
"Is this alright?" he asked her, looking at her face.
"Fuck, Joe, touch me," she told.
He supposed he's had that coming.
She groaned softly as he turned his fingertips to brush against her soft damp flesh. Her body rolled towards his, her hand reaching out for him, her fingers pressing into his skin a little. He moved closer to her too, pulling her knickers down a little with his other hand while he slipped a finger inside her. When she groaned with contentment, he added another. He pressed his thumb against her clitoris gently as he moved his fingers.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god-…."
"Shh," he murmured, kissing her forehead, "It's alright."
He moved his fingers a little bit more firmly this time.
"Joe-…" something in her voice warned him and he withdrew a little, giving her few moments to breath.
When she seemed to calm he reached out again, touching her breast first and then helping her slip out of her bra. He shifted on the bed, moving lower down her body, lying between her legs, kissing her breasts. She allowed him that for a few moments, minutes- it could have been years for all he knew, his hand still playing between her legs- then she shifted herself and undid his belt for him.
"You'd better take these off," she told him, 'Because I'm about to come shockingly hard any second now, and I want to do it with you."
Even in her state of arousal, she smiled at the frantic eagerness with which he kicked off his trousers and boxers, without even standing up.
He gasped as she reached out, taking him in her hand and stroking him firmly. She met his eyes smiling.
"You feel so good," she told him softly.
He halted her, with a gentle hand on the inside of her thigh.
"Let me?" he asked.
She nodded, and he did.
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