Part 15: link
Guinevere carries the laundry basket into her house and takes it back to the bedroom. Arthur was out cold for the afternoon, so when she finished work she went to his flat to get some lebih of his clothes and personals and stopped for takeaway on her way home.
She hears the televisi on in her room as she approaches. “Hey,” she says setting the basket down. “Have anda been awake long?”
“About ten minutes. I have to pee.”
“Come on, then,” she says, pulling the bag of makan malam off the puncak, atas of the laundry basket and setting it on the dresser.
“What’s that?”
“Fish and chips. Thought we’d have a picnic.”
“Yum,” he says, leaning up to ciuman her before she helps him to the bathroom.
On the way back to the bed, he looks at the basket. “More of my clothes?”
“Yeah, I went to your flat and got some things,” she says.
“Things? Looks like mostly clothes.”
“Yeah, well, I also got most of your medicine cabinet,” she points to a bag on the dresser, and… this.”
She reaches down and pulls a battered old teddy beruang out from under his shirts.
“Nigel!” Arthur exclaims, completely unembarrassed. Gwen tosses the beruang to him and laughs while he hugs it. “Hey, buddy.” He sets the beruang down on the tempat tidur selanjutnya to him, where it sags against his side.
Gwen just shakes her head, smiling fondly at him. “I found him tucked into your tempat tidur where your bantal used to be.” The first thing he wanted during his convalescence at Gwen’s was his own pillow.
“Yeah, my dad didn’t think he should bring him along as well. I told him that he should have. Put those away later, Love, I’m hungry.”
“Let me get another blanket so we don’t get the tempat tidur all greasy,” she says, going out for a moment.
She returns with the blanket and spreads it out on the bed, then passes him a can of soda.
He frowns at it.
“I know you’re dying for a bir with this, Love. But anda can’t have any until you’re off your meds.”
“It just tastes better,” he grumbles, setting his can down.
They eat and discuss details about moving Arthur into the house. Where to put his things. What things they have duplicates of. Gwen starts making a daftar while they eat, which makes Arthur chuckle.
xXx
They finish their dinner, and Gwen can see that Arthur only has one thing on his mind right now: her promise from earlier.
Well then, I’m just going to have to torture him a bit, aren’t I? “Is there anything you’d like to do tonight, Love?” she asks, cleaning up the makan malam mess and folding up their “picnic” blanket.
“I can think of one thing,” he says suggestively, shifting slightly. Gwen comes around and helps adjust his pillows behind him.
“Oh? Should we play a game? Perhaps there’s a movie you’d like to watch. atau is there a footy game on?” she asks, trying not to smile. “I could catch up on some laundry if there is, and…”
“Guinevere,” Arthur groans, “why do anda torture me? I’m an injured man!”
She grins at him now, giggling. “You’ve got one thing on your mind, pervert,” she says.
“You know it. Come over here and I’ll get anda warmed up,” he says, patting the tempat tidur beside him. He picks up Nigel and moves him to the nightstand, facing the wall.
She sits beside him on the bed, on his uninjured left side. He wraps his arm around her and pulls her close, ciuman her softly. She leans across him, careful not to lie on him too much. He says she doesn’t weigh anything, but she knows different. She deepens the kiss, lifting up on her knees a little, and his hand slides down to cup her backside while he carefully brings his right hand over to gently squeeze her left breast.
“Mmm,” he groans into her mouth. She feels his fingers pindah to the buttons of her kemeja and she pulls away.
“Now, now, don’t be greedy. I may have something in mind for you,” she says. He grins like it’s suddenly Christmas.
“That’s not the same kemeja anda had on before,” he says suddenly. She was wearing a t-shirt earlier. Now she has a button-down blus on.
“It got all wet,” Gwen says, climbing off the tempat tidur now. She turns the TV off and glances at the curtains. Still closed. Good.
“And now it’s your turn to get all wet,” Arthur says.
“You’ve got a dirty mouth, Arthur,” Gwen says, but she’s grinning at him. She leans over and kisses him. As she does so, she pops the selanjutnya button on her blouse. When she pulls away, she is still leaning over, and Arthur can just make out the edges of some red renda and a lot of cleavage.
He swallows. “That’s my favorit one,” he says quietly.
“I know,” she answers, walking away and opening another button. In Arthur’s mental hierarchy of Gwen’s lingerie, her red renda push-up demi-bra is right below the purple panties that he mencuri and still has hidden away somewhere.
She turns to face him again and opens another button. Then she trails her fingers down and opens her jeans.
“You were wearing yoga pants earlier,” he whispers, transfixed.
“I had to go out and get our dinner, didn’t I?” she asks. She slides the denim down over her hips, then turns her back on him as she bends over and pulls the jeans the rest of the way down.
The black satin boyleg panties are number three on the list, because they expose the bottoms of her beautifully rounded cheeks so enticingly. Especially now, when she’s pointing them at him.
“You are killing me,” he groans, cursing the cast on his leg.
Gwen straightens up and looks at him over her shoulder. “I am? I could stop…”
“No!” She turns around and he gapes.
Dear God, she’s wearing stockings. Black thigh high stockings. “Leave those on,” he croaks, pointing.
“Whatever anda want, Love,” she says. She returns to the bed, crawling over to him. He eyes her hungrily, and she kisses him again. Then she moves higher and he presses his face into her cleavage, placing kisses everywhere he can reach.
Gwen reaches behind and unclasps the bra. Arthur feels it loosen, and he tugs at it with his teeth, yanking it out of the way. She laughs and lets it fall from her shoulders. Arthur takes a nipple greedily into his mouth, a starving man at a banquet.
“Too long,” he mumbles.
“I know,” she agrees, gasping, trying to hold herself upright to avoid hurting him. Arthur somehow works his hand down and into her panties. “Oh…” she moans when he touches her. How is he even doing that?
Her hand moves over the growing bulge just beneath the covers, squeezing lightly. He grunts, but moves her hand, “No, this is your turn,” he says softly, ciuman her fingers.
“You can help, if anda want,” she says.
“I thought that’s what I was doing,” he answers, grinning against her neck.
“No, with…”
“Bob?”
“Yeah,” she breathes.
“I want to watch,” he purrs in her ear, sucking her earlobe for a few seconds.
“Okay,” she answers, her eyes closed as his hand skims over her breasts and down to the waistband of her panties.
“I think anda need to lose these,” he says, snapping the elastic.
“Oh!” she exclaims, smacking his shoulder lightly. Then she kisses it and slides away, rolling to open a drawer and withdraw the vibrator.
Arthur makes himself comfortable as best he can, his eyes roving over her body appreciatively.
“I like how anda look at me,” Gwen says, noticing his appraisal.
“That’s because I like looking at you,” he says.
Gwen peels her already-damp knickers off, dropping them on the floor, ignoring Arthur’s outstretched hand.
“I wanted those,” Arthur pouts.
“You’ve already got one pair held hostage, Arthur, you’re not getting another,” she chastises, pointing the vibrator at him. Then she switches it on and runs it down his chest, briefly teasing his manhood with it through the blankets.
“Ah,” he grunts, “that’s for you…”
“Very well,” she says, lying back on the bed, but facing him, leaning back on some pillows she’s piled near his knees. She takes the vibrator and runs it over her breasts, around each nipple, teasing them to hard nubs. She moans softly and runs it down over her stomach.
“Oh…” her knees fall wide and Arthur watches, a willing captive audience, as she touches it to herself, sliding it along her folds, arching her back.
“Bloody hell,” Arthur whispers, having trouble deciding where to look. Then she slides the vibrator inside herself and makes his decision for him.
“Ooo,” she coos, pumping it slowly in and out, in and out, before withdrawing it fully again to press it to herself. “Oh… right… there,” she breathes, moving it in small, slow circles.
Arthur’s hand is moving on himself now, unable to hold back any longer, but then Gwen grabs his hand and pulls it to her, moving herself closer to make sure he can reach. She takes two of his fingers and guides them into her. He starts sliding them in and out and she replaces the vibrator on her swollen nub again.
“Oh… Arthur…” she moans, getting louder now. Arthur’s hand moves automatically, slipping his fingers into her warm, wet center while she works the vibrator with one hand and pulls at one of her nipples with the other, writhing on the tempat tidur beside him.
“Ah… Arth… oh, oh yes, Arthur!” she cries out his name and the vibrator tumbles from her fingers. Arthur can feel her muscles clenching rhythmically around his fingers, which he stills.
“Mmm,” Gwen hums, absently reaching for the vibrator and switching it off. Arthur slowly withdraws his fingers.
He ponders them a moment, then sucks her moisture off of them, much like he did at the restaurant that night months ago. He licks his lips contentedly, then gets a sly look on his face.
“I know I berkata this was for you, but now I’m in a state,” he declares, watching her lounging in post-orgasmic bliss on the bed. He smirks, shuffles the blankets and his shorts down, then returns his hand to her, sliding his fingers against her again.
“Arthur!” she jumps, still over-sensitive from her climax.
“I want some of your moisture,” he says, spreading it over his erection, lubricating himself with her juices.
“Ooo, that’s kind of kinky,” she says. Then she decides to help, adding lebih moisture and sliding her own hand on him again. His hand falls away and he lets her work her magic on him. Again.
Soon the wetness goes away, to be replaced with a different wetness. Arthur’s eyes fly open as her mouth closes around him, her flexible tongue licking and swirling.
“Oh…” he groans. I’m not going to last long, he realizes. She is so good at this.
Gwen trails kisses up and down his shaft, even grazes her teeth along the length of him before sliding him back in, sucking hard.
“Yes,” he whispers, dropping his head back again, surrendering. She is unrelenting; drawing all of him in, backing him out almost completely, then back in again.
He comes then, groaning something that could maybe be considered her name, clutching the blankets. Gwen swallows reflexively and gently releases him. She kisses his stomach and then his lips.
“You are the best girlfriend ever,” Arthur says, exhausted.
Part 17: link
Guinevere carries the laundry basket into her house and takes it back to the bedroom. Arthur was out cold for the afternoon, so when she finished work she went to his flat to get some lebih of his clothes and personals and stopped for takeaway on her way home.
She hears the televisi on in her room as she approaches. “Hey,” she says setting the basket down. “Have anda been awake long?”
“About ten minutes. I have to pee.”
“Come on, then,” she says, pulling the bag of makan malam off the puncak, atas of the laundry basket and setting it on the dresser.
“What’s that?”
“Fish and chips. Thought we’d have a picnic.”
“Yum,” he says, leaning up to ciuman her before she helps him to the bathroom.
On the way back to the bed, he looks at the basket. “More of my clothes?”
“Yeah, I went to your flat and got some things,” she says.
“Things? Looks like mostly clothes.”
“Yeah, well, I also got most of your medicine cabinet,” she points to a bag on the dresser, and… this.”
She reaches down and pulls a battered old teddy beruang out from under his shirts.
“Nigel!” Arthur exclaims, completely unembarrassed. Gwen tosses the beruang to him and laughs while he hugs it. “Hey, buddy.” He sets the beruang down on the tempat tidur selanjutnya to him, where it sags against his side.
Gwen just shakes her head, smiling fondly at him. “I found him tucked into your tempat tidur where your bantal used to be.” The first thing he wanted during his convalescence at Gwen’s was his own pillow.
“Yeah, my dad didn’t think he should bring him along as well. I told him that he should have. Put those away later, Love, I’m hungry.”
“Let me get another blanket so we don’t get the tempat tidur all greasy,” she says, going out for a moment.
She returns with the blanket and spreads it out on the bed, then passes him a can of soda.
He frowns at it.
“I know you’re dying for a bir with this, Love. But anda can’t have any until you’re off your meds.”
“It just tastes better,” he grumbles, setting his can down.
They eat and discuss details about moving Arthur into the house. Where to put his things. What things they have duplicates of. Gwen starts making a daftar while they eat, which makes Arthur chuckle.
xXx
They finish their dinner, and Gwen can see that Arthur only has one thing on his mind right now: her promise from earlier.
Well then, I’m just going to have to torture him a bit, aren’t I? “Is there anything you’d like to do tonight, Love?” she asks, cleaning up the makan malam mess and folding up their “picnic” blanket.
“I can think of one thing,” he says suggestively, shifting slightly. Gwen comes around and helps adjust his pillows behind him.
“Oh? Should we play a game? Perhaps there’s a movie you’d like to watch. atau is there a footy game on?” she asks, trying not to smile. “I could catch up on some laundry if there is, and…”
“Guinevere,” Arthur groans, “why do anda torture me? I’m an injured man!”
She grins at him now, giggling. “You’ve got one thing on your mind, pervert,” she says.
“You know it. Come over here and I’ll get anda warmed up,” he says, patting the tempat tidur beside him. He picks up Nigel and moves him to the nightstand, facing the wall.
She sits beside him on the bed, on his uninjured left side. He wraps his arm around her and pulls her close, ciuman her softly. She leans across him, careful not to lie on him too much. He says she doesn’t weigh anything, but she knows different. She deepens the kiss, lifting up on her knees a little, and his hand slides down to cup her backside while he carefully brings his right hand over to gently squeeze her left breast.
“Mmm,” he groans into her mouth. She feels his fingers pindah to the buttons of her kemeja and she pulls away.
“Now, now, don’t be greedy. I may have something in mind for you,” she says. He grins like it’s suddenly Christmas.
“That’s not the same kemeja anda had on before,” he says suddenly. She was wearing a t-shirt earlier. Now she has a button-down blus on.
“It got all wet,” Gwen says, climbing off the tempat tidur now. She turns the TV off and glances at the curtains. Still closed. Good.
“And now it’s your turn to get all wet,” Arthur says.
“You’ve got a dirty mouth, Arthur,” Gwen says, but she’s grinning at him. She leans over and kisses him. As she does so, she pops the selanjutnya button on her blouse. When she pulls away, she is still leaning over, and Arthur can just make out the edges of some red renda and a lot of cleavage.
He swallows. “That’s my favorit one,” he says quietly.
“I know,” she answers, walking away and opening another button. In Arthur’s mental hierarchy of Gwen’s lingerie, her red renda push-up demi-bra is right below the purple panties that he mencuri and still has hidden away somewhere.
She turns to face him again and opens another button. Then she trails her fingers down and opens her jeans.
“You were wearing yoga pants earlier,” he whispers, transfixed.
“I had to go out and get our dinner, didn’t I?” she asks. She slides the denim down over her hips, then turns her back on him as she bends over and pulls the jeans the rest of the way down.
The black satin boyleg panties are number three on the list, because they expose the bottoms of her beautifully rounded cheeks so enticingly. Especially now, when she’s pointing them at him.
“You are killing me,” he groans, cursing the cast on his leg.
Gwen straightens up and looks at him over her shoulder. “I am? I could stop…”
“No!” She turns around and he gapes.
Dear God, she’s wearing stockings. Black thigh high stockings. “Leave those on,” he croaks, pointing.
“Whatever anda want, Love,” she says. She returns to the bed, crawling over to him. He eyes her hungrily, and she kisses him again. Then she moves higher and he presses his face into her cleavage, placing kisses everywhere he can reach.
Gwen reaches behind and unclasps the bra. Arthur feels it loosen, and he tugs at it with his teeth, yanking it out of the way. She laughs and lets it fall from her shoulders. Arthur takes a nipple greedily into his mouth, a starving man at a banquet.
“Too long,” he mumbles.
“I know,” she agrees, gasping, trying to hold herself upright to avoid hurting him. Arthur somehow works his hand down and into her panties. “Oh…” she moans when he touches her. How is he even doing that?
Her hand moves over the growing bulge just beneath the covers, squeezing lightly. He grunts, but moves her hand, “No, this is your turn,” he says softly, ciuman her fingers.
“You can help, if anda want,” she says.
“I thought that’s what I was doing,” he answers, grinning against her neck.
“No, with…”
“Bob?”
“Yeah,” she breathes.
“I want to watch,” he purrs in her ear, sucking her earlobe for a few seconds.
“Okay,” she answers, her eyes closed as his hand skims over her breasts and down to the waistband of her panties.
“I think anda need to lose these,” he says, snapping the elastic.
“Oh!” she exclaims, smacking his shoulder lightly. Then she kisses it and slides away, rolling to open a drawer and withdraw the vibrator.
Arthur makes himself comfortable as best he can, his eyes roving over her body appreciatively.
“I like how anda look at me,” Gwen says, noticing his appraisal.
“That’s because I like looking at you,” he says.
Gwen peels her already-damp knickers off, dropping them on the floor, ignoring Arthur’s outstretched hand.
“I wanted those,” Arthur pouts.
“You’ve already got one pair held hostage, Arthur, you’re not getting another,” she chastises, pointing the vibrator at him. Then she switches it on and runs it down his chest, briefly teasing his manhood with it through the blankets.
“Ah,” he grunts, “that’s for you…”
“Very well,” she says, lying back on the bed, but facing him, leaning back on some pillows she’s piled near his knees. She takes the vibrator and runs it over her breasts, around each nipple, teasing them to hard nubs. She moans softly and runs it down over her stomach.
“Oh…” her knees fall wide and Arthur watches, a willing captive audience, as she touches it to herself, sliding it along her folds, arching her back.
“Bloody hell,” Arthur whispers, having trouble deciding where to look. Then she slides the vibrator inside herself and makes his decision for him.
“Ooo,” she coos, pumping it slowly in and out, in and out, before withdrawing it fully again to press it to herself. “Oh… right… there,” she breathes, moving it in small, slow circles.
Arthur’s hand is moving on himself now, unable to hold back any longer, but then Gwen grabs his hand and pulls it to her, moving herself closer to make sure he can reach. She takes two of his fingers and guides them into her. He starts sliding them in and out and she replaces the vibrator on her swollen nub again.
“Oh… Arthur…” she moans, getting louder now. Arthur’s hand moves automatically, slipping his fingers into her warm, wet center while she works the vibrator with one hand and pulls at one of her nipples with the other, writhing on the tempat tidur beside him.
“Ah… Arth… oh, oh yes, Arthur!” she cries out his name and the vibrator tumbles from her fingers. Arthur can feel her muscles clenching rhythmically around his fingers, which he stills.
“Mmm,” Gwen hums, absently reaching for the vibrator and switching it off. Arthur slowly withdraws his fingers.
He ponders them a moment, then sucks her moisture off of them, much like he did at the restaurant that night months ago. He licks his lips contentedly, then gets a sly look on his face.
“I know I berkata this was for you, but now I’m in a state,” he declares, watching her lounging in post-orgasmic bliss on the bed. He smirks, shuffles the blankets and his shorts down, then returns his hand to her, sliding his fingers against her again.
“Arthur!” she jumps, still over-sensitive from her climax.
“I want some of your moisture,” he says, spreading it over his erection, lubricating himself with her juices.
“Ooo, that’s kind of kinky,” she says. Then she decides to help, adding lebih moisture and sliding her own hand on him again. His hand falls away and he lets her work her magic on him. Again.
Soon the wetness goes away, to be replaced with a different wetness. Arthur’s eyes fly open as her mouth closes around him, her flexible tongue licking and swirling.
“Oh…” he groans. I’m not going to last long, he realizes. She is so good at this.
Gwen trails kisses up and down his shaft, even grazes her teeth along the length of him before sliding him back in, sucking hard.
“Yes,” he whispers, dropping his head back again, surrendering. She is unrelenting; drawing all of him in, backing him out almost completely, then back in again.
He comes then, groaning something that could maybe be considered her name, clutching the blankets. Gwen swallows reflexively and gently releases him. She kisses his stomach and then his lips.
“You are the best girlfriend ever,” Arthur says, exhausted.
Part 17: link
