Rick couldn’t contain his pleasure, the wondrous sensation in his cock. His lungs felt like they would burst if he continued to fuck her. With a growl and a wheeze, he pumped into her pussy, sending his hot spurts deep inside. Breathing heavily, he rested his hands on her warm buttock cheeks and gave them a squeeze. She made no sound, other than an ebbing sigh.
“Okay?” he said finally, slithering out of her pussy. Leah nodded an affirmation. “Let me get that towel.”
“What?” she squeaked, turning to look at him over her shoulder.
Rick chortled. “To clean you up. What did you think I was going to do with it?”
Leah blushed bright pink.
After she had collected up her clothing and reassembled her appearance, Rick began to turn off the lights. She joined him in the entrance foyer as he selected the correct key for locking up. Smiling at her, he kissed her lips. She tasted gorgeous, still fresh and minty from her morning tooth-brushing.
“Thank you,” he said in a hushed tone.
“No, thank you,” she whispered back.
Chapter Six
One dress was white, quite plain with blue pockets and a small collar, the other floral with puffed sleeves made from chiffon. Leah kept switching between the two as she held them up to herself in the closet mirror. She simply couldn’t make up her mind. Her wardrobe had expanded, not only with homemade clothes, but
with ones she had sent up from London. Since her interest in fashion had taken off, she had to see the latest styles, feel the fabric. Pictures in catalogues didn’t hold the same fascination.
An arm looped around her waist, then a set of teeth nibbled on her earlobe. She giggled, trying to push him off her, but he was insistent and began to kiss her neck with tiny pecks.
“Rick!” she shrilled.
“Mmmmm,” he murmured without stopping.
He had crept up behind her, dressed only in his underpants and she could feel his erection hard against her spine.
“If you will swan around in just your knickers,” he complained jovially.
“Which one, this or that?” She shook the two dresses at him. He waved indiscriminately and she sighed. “I really should make up my mind.”
“Yes, you should,” he said, sniffing her hair.
“About whether I quit Littlewoods and do my own designs…”
“Oh, yes, that too. No rush, my love.” His hands had found her breasts, cupping each one and rolling her nipples back and forth between a finger and thumb. Leah tingled across her bosom, shoved her bottom backwards and tried to shake him off again.
“I haven’t time for this,” she huffed. “I’ve got to get to work.” Turning to face him, she saw the broad grin and heard his low chuckles.
“What?” she said, pushing him in the chest.
“Who would have thought you would be telling me to hurry up in the morning.” His smile dropped away. “Seriously, I’m pleased. These last few weeks, you’ve changed so much. No lateness or getting ridiculous drunk. It’s remarkable.”
“It is all your fault. One whisper of bad behaviour on my part, and you glare at me,” she said, putting the floral dress back and opting for the white one. Facing him again, she had to admire all of his wondrous attributes; even the morning sheen of stubble couldn’t detract from his handsome features. His richly coloured hair, tousled and curling around his face, while neat sinews of muscle framed his physique perfectly. She sometimes had to pinch herself. Rick really was the man she went to bed with every night. He had forsaken the spare room completely and their lives revolved around each other constantly.
Except her heart skipped a beat whenever she thought of the future. His contract finished in three months and then would he stay or go? How much of a hold did she truly have over him?
“Why the pouty face?” he asked, pinching one of her fingers between his own and drawing her closer to him.
“I’m just wondering where we two are going,” said Leah, pursing her lips. “Once you stop driving me, and I get my licence back, will you need to be here any longer?”
“Leah, honey, we’re going to take each day as it comes and leave that decision down the line. Okay?” He draped his arms about her.
“Yes. Sure,” she said to his chest hairs. She snuggled there for a little while until he swatted her bottom with his hand. “Time is ticking!”
As she began to dress, she remembered another matter. “You had another nightmare last night,” she told him.