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Love Undercover	By : gallygaskins Category: M through R > Robin Hood Views: 1581 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 16

It had been quite an eventful week for Jo Harper, not only had she nearly been raped and then murdered, she had had to spend a few days in hospital after falling into a coma from the overdose of tablets that she had been forced to take. Unwilling to go back to the flat, Saffy had offered to pack Jo a suitcase and after forensics had 'cleaned' Jo's flat of any evidence, Saffy had cleaned up, negotiated with the landlord and organised for Jo's possessions to be put into storage until Jo decided what she wanted to do with them. Saffy felt it was the least she could do for her friend.

Jo's colleagues had also been surprised to find out that she had handed in her resignation and were even more surprised when she had told them that she didn't want them to give her a leaving party. John had spoken to her, as had Robert and Peter, all airing their concerns in the fatherly manner that they had all now become accustomed to showing her but she was adamant, she wanted to go away as quietly as she could; "besides," she'd told them on the day that she'd gone into the station to pick up her stuff, "it's not as if I'm staying away forever or moving to the other side of the world, is it? I'll be back, especially when those two decide to tie the knot." She'd pointed at Will and Saffy, smiling profusely at their affectionate displays, particularly when they thought that no one was looking.

Allan had insisted on helping her with her box of belongings and strolled out of the office with the box in his hands before she even had the chance to say 'no'. Not that she minded; he'd been so helpful. "Promise me you'll keep in touch," he'd asked of her as he held her close against his chest. For a moment she stood still, savouring the touch of another human being but it was short lived as she pulled back expecting to see the deep blue of Guy's orbs but finding the lighter blue of Allan's instead. She hid her disappointment well, telling him that if he ever fancied a holiday in Devon then he would always be welcome to visit her and that she'd be in touch as soon as she was settled. Having spent the morning giving Robert and John her statement she was now entirely free to move on with her life, apart from one thing, her meeting with Guy.

She'd always loved this part of London and today was no exception, the air was clean, the breeze was light and the sun was evident even though it was a little chilly. She'd walked all the way up the embankment from the Houses of Parliament, taking it at a slow enough pace so that she could appreciate what it was to mingle with the holidaymakers and day trippers that seemed to descend on this area every Sunday. And now she was sat on the wall by the river, watching the people as they passed her, couples walking dogs, cyclists and runners jogging, families meandering closely deciding what to do and where to go next, an old man wandering around aimlessly as if he were lost, where in fact he was just trying to get his bearings. She smiled wistfully, she was going to miss this place and its constant heartbeat, appreciating that she was going to have to readjust to a slower speed of life once more when she returned to Devon, even Plymouth and Exeter's quicker tempo could still never match London's. She sighed; this was going to be harder than she thought it was.

She checked her watch just as she noticed the river boat pull alongside the Bankside Jetty, another throng of passengers spilling out and making their way towards her. She checked the crowd for him, he should have stood head and shoulders above most of them and she became acutely aware that she felt disappointment for not being able to spot him. She lowered her head; Robert had told her that Guy had agreed to meet with her so why had he not yet shown up.

The wind had picked up a little and she decided to change the way she was sitting, far too much of her loose hair was whipping her face in the direction she sat. She got up, turned her body around and stood rigid. Guy was stood two yards away from her in dark denim and a black crew necked sweater, a dark navy cotton Harrington jacket covered his torso. She gulped, "I thought you weren't coming." She said suddenly, regretting it as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Were you leaving?" He asked kindly.

"No, just readjusting ...," she waved her hand in the air to signify it didn't matter what she was about to say, "it doesn't matter. I wasn't leaving. I'd have waited all day for you." He looked a little self-conscious just standing and watching her. It was almost like he was waiting for her to give him any indication of what she wanted him to do, almost like she had to go and rescue him from his own thoughts. Barely now a few feet apart she knew that she needed to kiss him. Ok, so this was supposed to be like it was a first date for them again but that didn't mean they couldn't bend the rules a little and the contact would probably put both of them at their ease.

As she closed the gap between them she never allowed her gaze to falter from his. She placed her hands on his chest and allowed them to move upward skimming over the cotton fabric of his jacket and snaking them around his neck. Glad that she'd decided to wear a heel she was easily able to bring his face closer to hers as she touched base, their lips at first tentative, then searching, then needing. Their tongues found their partner and they were soon dancing to their own rhythm. She felt his arms tighten around her and she found she was pleased at the contact, this was going to be a pleasant day, she could feel it.

As they broke apart he leant his forehead against hers, "I've missed you."

She smiled placing a finger to his lips, "Me too. But that's not what today is about. Today is about us making some memories which means we go at this like it's the last 24 hours of our lives. What do you want to do?"

"Do you really have to ask me that," he growled, his lips pulled into a delightful smirk and his fresh blue eyes dazzling.

She shook her head, breaking the loop and pulling away from him. "Hi, I'm Joanne Harper." She offered him her hand.

He took it, so this was how the game was going to be played. "Hi, Jo. I'm Guy Gisborne; it's a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine. I thought perhaps we could do a little sightseeing, perhaps go to each other's favourite haunts."

"We could, aren't we at one of yours now?"

"Yes," she agreed.

"Why?"

"Have you ever been inside?"

He shook his head, in all the time he'd been in London it was one of the few places he had been into. He admired the building and the work of Sam Wannamaker in getting the project off the ground; he'd even admired how it had been constructed so that it was completed as closely as possible to the original Globe as it would've been back in the late sixteenth and early seventeenth centuries. "Are you thinking of going in?"

"If you want to, I wouldn't make you do anything you wouldn't want to, although I am a little surprised that you've never been in, being an architect and all."

"Look missy, I've been a very busy chap since I moved to London and for the few times I have managed to get to myself I've spent most of them in bed."

"Alone?" She asked, a wicked hint in her voice.

"Yes, alone." He smiled, "come on, my treat."

The wandered through the museum talking interestedly at the items on show, Jo had a keen interest in the costumes and Guy was drawn to the construction of the building. After about an hour they were admitted into the theatre itself and they listened to the guide as he told them a little more about the construction and how faithful it was to the original Globe in Shakespeare's time. Guy asked a couple of questions and several times Jo found herself smiling as the boy inside the man kept finding things to look at and wonder about. By the time they left he was still talking about how difficult it must have been to put the original Tudor version together with the limited tools and resources they would have had. Jo grinned uncontrollably as Guy continued to spout on about getting the lines of the building right. "What?" He asked when he realised she was waiting for him to finish. "I'm sorry; I tend to get carried away a bit when I find a building that fascinates me."

"You really don't have to apologise for being passionate about something that interests you, you know?"

He drew her closer to him, "well it's not the only thing I'm passionate about," he whispered into her ear before taking the lobe into his mouth and gently sucking it.

Deep within her core, Jo felt the unmistakable fire of enthusiasm for him ignite, its flames licking her very soul and she felt herself begin to pool. She had to get back onto an even keel. "Would you like to eat?" She asked before deciding to add, "and I don't mean me."

He pulled back, his eyes intently watching her own, "yes, there's a pub a little further along, would you like to go there?"

"Ok, that would be great." She took his arm and they gently strolled together silently, each content to just be with one another. They decided to take a table on the terrace as the wind had again dropped and the sun was now shining. As Guy ordered their food and drinks, Jo looked out across the river, "I love it down here," she said absently.

"Will you miss it?" He asked. 'Will you miss me?' His mind added.

She turned to look back at him, as if in answer to his inner most thoughts she took his hand in hers and kissed it, "there's a lot about London I am going to miss. However," she faltered.

"Yes?"

"I'm not going to miss the Met; I'm going to miss everyone there obviously but not the job. It's not the life I choose for myself anymore."

"So what do you want? Where do you see yourself in five years say?"

"I don't know?" She answered honestly. "I would like to think that ..."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Jo, tell me. Would you like to think that we would be together by then?"

She nodded, "I've recently been having this dream, of you and me together in our house above the cliffs."

"Tell me about it."

"Well, I always seem to be waking up when it starts, I'm on my side facing the large picture window of our bedroom, the large voile curtains are fluttering about as the breeze blows around them, it's cool and refreshing and the sun is shining, it's a gloriously beautiful day. I can hear children's laughter so I decide to get up and go out onto the balcony that overlooks the garden and out over the headland. I spot you walking back toward the house, a young girl running around at your feet, whilst you're carrying a young boy on your back. I believe they're our children seeing as they have the same dark hair and deep blue eyes as your own. You're all so close it seems impossible to think that they are not ours, anyway the way you talk easily to them and they laugh at your pitiful jokes renders them ours."

"Pitiful jokes?" He asked incredulously.

"Maybe not pitiful, but there not that good." She laughed as he sighed but he kept smiling. "You see me and wave, as do the children and I wave back. I can't help myself, I never stop wanting you and so I rush down the stairs to greet you all when you are back in the house. You let our son get down from off your back as I bend down and kiss the girl on top of her head. You're quickly pulling me up into your embrace and kissing me. The next thing I know its night time, the children are in bed and you are leading me up the stairs to our bedroom. Thankfully you can't get enough of my either and soon your peeling the clothes from my body, you lay me down on the bed and quickly undress, taking a place next to me. You pull me to you and kiss me, your hand circling over my belly. Then I hear the only thing that has been said throughout my dream, you tell me that you can't wait to see my bump develop and feel our new baby kicking, and then you add "at least this time I'm going to be here for everything with you". I always smile when you tell me that and that is when I always seem to wake up naturally."

"You think you're pregnant with our third child then?" He watched her nod, "but why would I have not been there for the first two?"

She shrugged. "That's what I don't understand, either. Surely to God you would be, I don't think I'd want to go through pregnancy and labour all on my own."

"I wouldn't want you to be on your own either. Not sure whether I'd actually want to be in there myself when it comes to you giving birth though, perhaps I could pay someone to go in for me." He jested.

"You'd best not be thinking that, Gisborne?" She said.

"Maybe I could get Robert or Allan, no not Allan. Maybe Saffy. Ow, what was that for?" He bent down to rub at his shin as she glared at him with her arms folded across her chest. "I was only joking, Jo. There is nothing I would like more than to have you screaming in my ear for putting you in that position, have you wrenching my arm out of my socket because it hurts like hell and watching you lovingly bringing our child into the world."

She began smiling again, "you better Mr, or otherwise these legs are staying permanently closed."

"We'll see, you might be able to stay away from me at first but once I've started to break down your defences it won't be long before you're begging me to take you."

"Take me where?" She asked coyly.

"To heaven and back." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. She laughed. He reached for her hands, catching them in his own, "it's so good to hear you laugh."

"It's good to laugh and it's good that it's you making me laugh."

"I'm glad to hear it. So what do you want to do this afternoon?"

"Is there anywhere you'd like to go?"

"How about Battersea Dog's Home?"

"I'm being serious."

"So am I," his eyes gleamed, "I really don't know and I really don't care, as long as I'm with you."

"Thank you Guy."

"That's ok. Hey wait, I know."

"Where?"

"It's a surprise."

Jo pouted. "I don't like surprises."

"Liar. This may be our second first date Miss Harper but I am fully well aware that you love surprises."

"Damn. Ok, once you've paid for dinner then I'll let you take me to your surprise place."

"Once I've paid?"

"You earn more money than me, in fact, you are the only one of us that earns money!"

"Well I don't mind paying just so long as you make it worth my while later on."

"Such insolence, but I'm sure I can think of something."

"Good," Guy called over to the waiter and paid the bill, "come on then, we've got a little walk." He took her hand, led her onto the street and then walked back up toward the Tate Modern building. He let go of her hand in order to pull her closer with his arm around her shoulders, instinctively Jo placed an arm around his waist. He smiled down at her, happy that they could at least be free to show their affection for one another, she returned the gesture before resting her head against his shoulder as they walked over the Thames via the Millennium Bridge.

"Are we going to St Pauls?" Jo asked as they continued to walk up Peter's Hill, the imposing white building in front of them.

"Have you ever been in there?"

"I'm not really one for cathedrals and churches."

"Reserve judgement on this one, this place is magnificent." Guy led Jo inside the cathedral after paying the admission and took her straight to the centre. Motioning for her to look up into the dome she gasped, she was trying to take in the all the beautiful colours and patterns when Guy brought her back to him, "would you like to go up there?"

"We can go up there?" He nodded, she smiled "yes, please."

As they began to climb up the stairs, Guy began to explain to Jo a little of the history of the building and when they reached the first gallery he introduced it, "this is the Whispering Gallery."

Jo was fascinated as people were seemingly whispering to the wall. "What are they doing?"

He looked amused, "they're whispering," he explained as he led her around the gallery to find a spot where they could rest without getting in anyone's way.

"I can see that, Einstein. Why?"

"It is reputed so they say, that if I go directly over there and whisper something against the wall that it will travel around and you will be able to hear what I said over here."

"Does it work?"

"Allegedly, but then I've never been here when there hasn't been hundreds of other people here doing exactly that. Do you fancy another climb?"

"Where to?"

"To get one of the best views in London." She nodded, following him as he made his way to the next staircase. After a fair climb they reached the Golden Gallery. "There," he said as Jo took in the sights in front of her.

"Wow, this is fantastic. Thank you Guy, look there's the Tate and the Globe."

"Yes," he held her from behind, his chin resting on the top of her head, his arms crossing just beneath her breasts. He pointed in front of him as he turned them on the spot, "and there's the Eye and Big Ben." He turned her to face him, "but this is the best view, here in front of me." She could tell that he wanted to kiss her and there was no way she was going to stop him. As his mouth met hers she allowed his tongue immediate access, she could feel the metal railing press into her back as Guy used it as support to get closer to her, finally breaking from her when he realised he might actually be hurting her. "Sorry."

"It's fine. You didn't hurt me."

"And if I have my way then no one will ever hurt you again."

"Guy ..."

"I'm sorry Jo but its one thing that needs saying and then I'll not say anymore about it. I love you."

"Guy, I love you, too. Very much. That's why I wanted us to have this time together, alone."

"There's something I want to give you." He pulled a little pouch from out of an inner pocket in his jacket. "This isn't what it may first appear to be. I'm not asking you to marry me yet, I know that you'll not only refuse but it's not the right time to do that so I want to give you this," he pulled the ring from the pouch and held it up in front of her face. "This, Jo Harper, is a promise ring. It's my way of telling you that I promise to keep myself true to you and that one day I will claim you as my own and ask you to marry me."

She looked at the white gold ring; three diamonds sparkled in the hazy afternoon sunshine as two golden bands twisted to form two hearts around the outer two diamonds. "And if I accept this promise ring, what is my promise to you?"

"Whatever you wish it to be."

She held out her left hand coaxing him to place it on her ring finger. She looked at how well his ring seemed to fit on her hand. She looked up to him, "I promise to keep myself true to you, Guy Gisborne; I promise to wait for you to claim me as your own and when you ask me to marry you I promise to accept your hand." She watched his face light up with her uttered promises, it was the comfort and the hope that he needed to encourage him to get things sorted out and he loved her more for it, if that were at all possible. Again he kissed her, crushing her to him in a fit of heated passion. Once they had finally broken apart, she took his hand in hers and began to lead him down the stairs.

"Where are we going now?" Guy managed to ask.

"Somewhere private," Jo returned, knowing that the time was right to take this relationship back up to the next level.

"The tube's that way," Guy said as he stopped her from almost running off in another direction.

"I know," she grinned back at him, "but we need to get back to my hotel room as soon as we can, therefore we need a taxi."

He joined her, regaining her hand as he pulled her across the road with him and managed to catch a cab that had just dropped off its last passengers. "Where to?" The taxi driver asked.

"Temple Place, The Howard Hotel," Jo said as she took her seat next to Guy, slotting herself between his arms. He took the opportunity to kiss her forehead.

"The Howard, no wonder you couldn't afford to pay for dinner."

"It's a going away present from the Met, the least they could do as I've given up my flat." Guy contemplated the meaning of her words, tomorrow morning their 24 hours would be up and she would be driving off in the direction of sunny Devon, "hey, where are you?"

"Devon," he replied, "I want to be there tomorrow with you but I know I can't be and that hurts."

"It would've hurt more if I'd just gone without saying goodbye."

"No, it wouldn't Jo; it's going to hurt more because you didn't go without saying goodbye. This is worse." He picked up her left hand and placed a kiss over where her new ring lay. "At least I have your promise; I wouldn't have had that if we hadn't shared today."

"Yes, you have my promise. Blimey that was quick, we're here." The driver paid, they stepped out of the cab onto the pavement and straight into the hotel lobby. Jo collected her key and settled in under his wing once more as they threaded their way to the lifts and ascended to the top floor. Jo had half expected Guy's hands to be all over her by the time she was putting the key in the door but he didn't. Slightly disappointed she walked into the room with him following a few paces behind; dropping the key on the table by the door she took off her coat and flung it over the arm of the chaise lounge. Guy closed the door after hanging the do not disturb sign on the door knob; this was one night that he wanted to last as long as it could without any interruptions.

As he stepped into the room he stopped, "the Met are paying for this?" The room was a good size of open plan design, there was a small dining area with a living area to his left and a large picture window and French doors that led out onto a terrace that overlooked the river and the sights on the South Bank from the Houses of Parliament up to HMS Belfast and Tower Bridge. Jo sat down on the sofa eagerly anticipating his next move. Unbelievably he found his way into the bathroom, she heard him muttering to himself about the size of the bath and how he'd never seen a hotel bathroom like it.

She had to laugh, even after all her careful planning of how she had wanted the day to go, she'd never have expected that she would have been waiting for him to do a tour of her mini-suite before ripping off her clothes and making love to her. She decided that to start the ball rolling she would take matters into her own hands.

He was examining some of the complimentary beauty products that were in the bathroom as she stood up and pulled off the light mint green cardigan she was wearing, depositing it on the floor near the bathroom door, surely he'd get the hint from that but just to make sure she left her suede olive green knee length boots and plain black boot socks there too. The thin mint green short sleeved pullover was next and that was thrown in a heap by the makeshift fireplace, and at the archway between the living room and the bedroom she deposited her darker green skirt, stepping out from the pooled material. She caught sight of her near naked form in the full length mirror of the wardrobe door, she pulled at the pins that were holding her long velvety locks in place and watched the sweep of waves fall into place around her neck. Sliding onto the bed she crawled into the middle of the huge king size mattress and waited.

From within the bathroom, Guy heard Jo move. She hadn't come to find him, he hoped and prayed that his scheme had paid off, that she was now instigating the first move. As he rounded the door to the bathroom he noticed that she had, the trail of clothing indicating that she was somewhere within the confines of the bedroom. He pulled off his coat and jumper and threw it over the arm of one of the dining chairs, leaving his own shoes and socks there too. Now stood in jeans and a thin t-shirt he wandered around the partition in order to find her.

As his rounded the partition he caught sight of her, she lay suggestively at the centre of the bed, the beautiful light green lace lingerie she had chosen enhancing her curvaceous figure. She was staggeringly beautiful, as ever, and he had to fight the urge to just run and take what was effectively his. She allowed her head to rest back onto the pillows opening herself up to him."I thought your intentions were to keep your legs closed for the foreseeable future." He teased.

"They were, but somewhere along the line we both made a few promises and my defences were certainly brought crashing down around my ears.

He laughed as he pulled off his t-shirt, she licked her lips wondering how good it would feel to touch his chest and have it pressed against her own breasts. She could feel her nipples pucker beneath the lace; her core began to melt pooling between her legs.

As he continued to undress to his briefs he never stopped looking at her, he noticed the flush to her cheeks and over her décolletage as she waited for him to touch her. He could tell that her nipples were already hardening from the excitement of his strip show and he couldn't wait to roll his tongue over the tautened flesh. Should he continue? He wondered, his hands sliding to the waistband of his shorts. She bit her bottom lip as if she was a child being told off for something, and he thought it endearing. Yes, it was the right time. He slowly edged the pants down his legs until they were able to just slide from his body, standing tall before her once again, allowing her the opportunity to see him in all of his glory, the rock hard erection rising up from the dark hairy outcrop of his pubic zone. He could see in her eyes that she wanted to touch him and explore him and he had no reason to stop her, it was still relatively early and they had around 16 hours of the day still left to enjoy. One thing was for certain, he was going to worship her and make love to her like he'd never made love to her before.

He knelt on the edge of the bed before crawling his way up her body, catching her musky scent as he climbed further up toward her head. He leant down, cupping her head in his hands as he made to kiss her, she giggled. "What's up?" He purred, delicately brushing strands of her hair away from her face.

"Nothing," he could tell she was embarrassed to say.

"What?" He asked silently.

"It's just your ..."

"My?" He shook his head, smiling encouragingly at her. She placed a hand tentatively over the head of his shaft; he closed his eyes and threw back his head in delight letting out a deep groan as he did. She removed her hand again. He looked back at her, "why did you remove your hand?"

"I can't believe your responses to my slightest touch." She said quietly looking away from him.

He gently picked up the wrist of the hand that she had used before and motioned for her to do it again, this time he purposefully kept his gaze upon her, his face kind and encouraging as she cupped the tip again. He closed his eyes briefly at her touch, "Jo, your gentle caresses of my penis is enough to bring me to orgasm very quickly. I'm a passionate man where you're concerned, I want to take you to places that no man has ever taken you to before, and it's just that when you touched me the first time it was so unexpected that I would've come there and then if you'd just pumped me once." Her mouth formed an 'o' in understanding and realisation that this man was so turned on by just looking at her and the love that he felt for her that they really were meant to be together. "Now what were you giggling about before you grabbed hold of my head," he jested.

She giggled again at his choice of words, she had to go with it, put her trust in herself and tell him every detail, and he had told her before that talking would help their lovemaking. Now she must take that leap of faith and tell him. "I was giggling at the way you're penis moved against my stomach when you were about to kiss me."

"What like this," he moved his shaft again, the twitching sensation causing a riptide of emotion to course through her body.

She nodded in wonder, "how did you ...?"

"Sometimes I can control it, like now ..." he showed her again as she watched his cock moving, "then there are other times when it does it all by itself, my cock wants to be nestled inside of your warm velvet passage, Jo but I'm not about to let it get its own way just at the moment, I want to hold back. I know we still have a while together yet but I just want to take this slowly. Are you ok with that?" She nodded, "good. Now are you going to let me kiss you or am I going to have to tie your hands above your head?" She closed her watery eyes, the last time her hands had been tied above her head had been at Vasey's, "oh shit, I'm sorry, Jo. Forgive me."

He started to roll away from her; she stayed him with her hands on his biceps. "There is nothing to forgive, Guy. You didn't do that to me and the man that did is dead. Do you remember what I said to you that night?" She looked deep within his dark blue orbs, searching for some kind of positive response. "I told you that 'only you have the power to heal me', that 'you did it before, you can do it again'. So do it, heal me."

He kissed her, his mouth crashing down against her, his tongue ardently thrashing around in her mouth, dancing with hers and stroking the flames of their love. He broke away sharply for fear that if he didn't he'd suffocate her. He trailed hot kisses over her jaw line as she offered him her neck; he caught her earlobe in his mouth and suckled it before lazily trailing more kisses over her collarbone and down to the hollow at the base of her neck, her back arching with the anticipation of what was to come. He took the opportunity to place an arm under her back as he felt along the top of the lace for a way to get her top off. As his eyes roamed over the lace he realised that it was just a very stretchy lacy garment with cups in the top part to give her a little support where she needed it. He looked up into her eyes, a wicked grin on his face. "Do me a favour?" He asked as sweetly as he could.

"Your wish is my command."

"Get up off the bed and walk around the room." She did as she was bid, he sat up crossed legged on the bed, his back against the wall his erection standing proud against his muscled abdomen. How could one man be so beautiful? Noticing that she wasn't in fact moving he asked, "are you going to walk around for me? Or just stand there eyeing me up." Sometimes he could be so God damn frustrating and the most frustrating thing was that he knew it.

Jo walked around the room, finally ending up in the space between the bed and the window. His eyes followed her everywhere she went, "what exactly are you looking at?" She asked, stopping in front of him, hands on hips.

"I was taking in the glory of your body in that underwear. The way every curve holds a very pleasurable aspect, the way I can see your dark curly hair covering your mound and the promise that is so graciously holds there for me, the way I can see the large dark pink areola of your breasts, and the tight, ripening buds as they expand underneath that lace just waiting for me to suck and nibble, and finally how each of your breasts bobs about in that top."

What was it with men and boobs? But then if she were truly honest the main reason she had chosen to where the underwear she'd picked out today was because it made her feel sexy. The delicate lace had brushed over her skin as she'd put it on and as she'd walked she'd still felt completely naked wearing it and that had made her feel hot. She decided to try something. Slowly she ran her hands over everything that Guy had told her about, touching and squeezing her nipples to make them even harder before turning around and bending over in front of him, her legs were wide enough for him to see her bust bobbing around once again whilst her hands smoothed over her buttocks before lightly touching at her centre. "Do you like it?" She asked him from between her legs.

"Very much," his voiced cracked, he wetted his lips dry from her little floor show in front of him. "If only I'd known earlier on, but then that coat of yours was covering you up most of the day." He moved to the edge of the bed, sitting with his feet firmly placed on the ground. "Come here?" He asked quietly, she walked over and stood between his open thighs. From where he was sat his mouth could reach her straining buds with ease. "How do you feel, Jo, wearing that underwear for me?"

"Hot," she gasped as he pulled her closer, he grabbed a thigh and got her to straddle his lap, his head bent he allowed his tongue to flick over the buds that he could see ever hardening through the material.

"Anything else?"

She nodded, "wet." He'd been covering the other breast with his hand rubbing at the nub, the hardened peak under the lace feeling good beneath his fingers. His hand slid over her belly and down toward her sex seeking out the damp material between her widely opened thighs. She hissed at his touch.

"By God, you are wet, very wet. I want you to come for me, do you want to, are you ready for me to do that, she let out a whimper as he pulled his hand back just a little, he watched her nod her head. Realising now that the underwear was actually in one piece he asked her another question, "was this very expensive?" She nodded, it had cost her an arm and a leg, "Oh well, I'll have to replace it for you," he replied before fingering a hole into the lace and then pulling at the delicate fabric with both hands so the he could get to her, the tear running from her navel all the way around the crotch. His hand found her spot again, only this time the sudden contact of flesh against soft silky burning wet flesh made them both inhale sharply. "Jesus, Jo, I don't think I've ever felt you so wet."

She was burning with desire for him, even the small display of him ripping her underway had made her hotter than she had ever been when she had been with him. She kissed him, biting and sucking at his lower lip as she felt him begin to explore her. "Perhaps it's because I've never felt so at ease with my lover," she managed to say as he gently increased the pressure between her legs. "Guy, are your fingers inside me?"

He smiled at her question; no one had ever asked him that before. "Yes, quite deep too, why?"

"I just wondered, it doesn't quite feel like you are, weirdly it feels like you're fingers are still outside of me."

He responded by delving deeper and pushing in a third, she elicited a moan of pleasure only for his ears to hear, "I am really deep now, your walls are slick and velvety around my fingers and your pussy is so tight around my fingers as I bring them in and out of you. You're riding my fingers, Jo," she moaned again at his words. "You're enjoying it, aren't you?" She nodded, "Are you enjoying it as much as that time I found you playing with yourself." She shook her head, "Oh!"

She arrested his head in her hands as she kissed him hard before letting go and placing her hands around his neck to brace herself, "no, I'm enjoying it more. My hand will only be a substitute when we're not together but it will never match the real thing." He delved deeper, harder, stronger, and quicker always maintaining that he wasn't hurting her, enjoying the look of total wanton desire and complete abandonment on her face the whole time his fingers were swiving in and out of her pussy.

No longer able to hold on, Jo's arms fell away from around Guy's neck. She felt one strong arm brace her as she arched her back, her nipples now millimetres away from his mouth. He took one and then the other alternating between the two as he continued to reach up inside her body and wait for the inevitable to happen, she was close he could feel it. The walls of her vagina contracted around his fingers, she panted as he quickened his pace again, taking her to the brink. Now unable to control her jolting body she let go allowing nature to takes it course and it wasn't long before she was bucking hard against his hand and his legs, the orgasm now controlling and overwhelming her body as she threw her head back and shouted out his name. Stars flew around her empty head as her body slowed and Guy charmed her back to reality, gently sucking at her now glistening skin. "I take it you enjoyed that?" He asked, she nodded knowing that coherent speech at that moment may well be beyond her. "Good, because your pleasure may just have given someone a heart attack."

"What do you mean?" She asked not understanding his comment.

"Neither one of us closed the curtains," he said nodding to the window and remembering back to when they'd made love in Jo's flat before, she had always insisted on the curtains being drawn so that they wouldn't be spied upon. The late evening sun was now shining through the large glass window and filling the room with a warming orange glow.

"Let them look, I don't care how many people see how much I love my boyfriend," her body twitched again with renewed vigour at the openness that they had just shared with one another, "besides that's not the only new thing we've done and enjoyed. Look."

Guy turned his head to where Jo was looking. "I wondered what you were looking at, so my Jo seems to like a little bit of voyeurism, does she?" She pressed her lips together at his suggestion realising that he might be right. She grabbed at his erection, watching her movements in the mirror and deciding whether or not she liked it, she did. Guy laughed at her own revelation, "you are amazing, every time I think I'm getting closer to finding out the real Jo Harper, something else happens and I'm back to square one again."

"I seem to be on a voyage of discovery today, sorry."

"At least it's with me that you're finding these things out about yourself. That actually makes me feel pretty good." He prised her small hand from the end of his shaft, "plenty of time for that later, Jo. This erection has got your pleasure written all over it."

She exhaled slowly at his words, "do you think you could finish the job you started by tearing off the rest of this lace that is covering my body." His hands moved to the tear he had already created extending it so that it would easily come away from her now and leave her naked atop his lap. Her breasts bobbed slightly as he pulled her free from the fabric, watching in fascination before cupping them in his hands and slowly bringing the peaks to rise with his thumbs. She moaned her satisfaction; she really was in for a treat.

Deciding that he really did want to make love to her slowly and wanting them to orgasm together he made a move to place her beside him. He looked at their reflection noticing that she was looking too, he turned back to her, cupping her head and gently kissing her on the lips. "We'll leave the mirror for later," he smiled, "I've got an idea, do you trust me."

"Of course I do, what do you want me to do?"

"Lie in the middle of the bed and just enjoy what I do to you, let me lead you, ok?" She nodded, laying in the centre of the bed and waiting for him to start, he knelt between her legs before reaching above her and pulling a pillow from behind her, he kissed her briefly before kissing right down the centre of her body to finish at the top of her sex before he nuzzled into her downy hair. A tingle shot right through her and goose pimples appeared on her skin but she couldn't care less, her body was being kissed by the sun's warm rays and she felt hot.

Guy smiled, happy to see that she enjoyed even the tiniest bit of pleasure; he placed a hand at her hip and slowly scooped up her bottom letting it sink back into the pillow that now lay beneath her and pushed her pelvis up toward him. He moved to her side, kissing her deeply on her lips before trailing down to her nipples and continuing there too, his hands helping to get her body to move to his touch, she writhed beneath him, waiting for him to carry on, trying to be patient to his ministrations. He leant down further, his mouth searing towards her core, only stopping as his tongue whipped out to delve within her belly button, mirroring what he was going to do next.

He got more comfortable lying next to her, his hard groin touching her shoulder as she noticed she could watch what he was doing in the mirror. He'd said the mirror was for later and even when she noticed his eyes watching her watching him she couldn't tear them away, he slowly kissed down further, through her bush and to her core, her legs were now wide enough that she could see her own centre and she gasped, having never experienced it before, only ever by touch, she couldn't understand why Guy was so enthralled with it.

He smiled at yet another one of her discoveries before gently teasing her folds with his tongue. She nearly came there and then but managed to hold on as he delved further into her and for a while she lost contact with his eyes. He suckled at the nub of her clit, making her gasp and mewl again as a slow rhythm took hold of her and she moved her hips in time to it. Then it was his turn to moan as her juices cascaded through her tunnel and met his lips, her sticky sweetness now evident all around his mouth, she was ready for his next move.

He slowly crawled into position, again reaching up above her and scattering the pillows, she laughed as one soared overhead and knocked over a vase. Thankfully there were only plastic flowers in it otherwise she'd have had to have thought of an excuse to cover a water mark on the carpet below. "Lay back, Jo, I'm just going to fold your legs up," he did exactly that, using them as leverage for his body as he lay his chest against the backs of her legs and his shoulders were behind knees. He was ready to enter her, "can you reach my back," she nodded, her arms helping to keep the bond between them as it also helped to open up her sex to him, she was completely vulnerable but she knew that he would never hurt her. Slowly he entered her, exhaling slowly until there was nothing left for him to push into her.

He stopped, "are you ok?" She nodded, ok? She felt exquisite. "I want you to tell me when you're close; this position is to bring us to the boil only, no orgasm, so when you're close let me know, ok?" She nodded again, excited at the thrill of this being another totally new experience for her. In fact, they just kept coming. He laboured above her, his thrusting slow and even but so deep she thought she may feel him touching her very soul. With every movement he made his shaft excited her g-spot, both of them moaning from the wonderful feel of each other's bodies. She let go of his back as a sign that she was close. Never breaking contact with her he allowed her legs to drop to the bed as he aligned his pelvis with her clitoris and began to grind his hips against hers. He cupped her shoulders with his hands and gently kissed her as he continued to rock up and down against her. "Are you enjoying this?"

"Yes, very much, the thrusting is good but this is better."

He had to agree, he'd always enjoyed the CAT position. "Put your legs over mine and hook your feet under my legs if you can?" He asked of her. Obligingly she did, increasing his penetration within her as his cock rhythmically beat against her g-spot and clit with its slow rocking motion. "Oh God," he murmured, "I'm not sure if I can hold on much longer."

"Then don't," she panted slightly, "I'm not far off myself. Give it to me Guy, come for me." His pulsing became a tender thrust as he emptied his seed within her, screwing up his face as he let go, her name spilling from his lips much as his semen had done inside of her. She followed, her orgasm mind blowing. As she screamed his name for him again, her body seemingly sucked his seed further within her, if that was at all possible. "Oh my God, that was fantastic."

Guy merely nodded, "it's never been that good before," he saw her face fall slightly, "Jo, I've only ever done it a handful of times and with partners I never loved and respected. Before I met you today I vowed that I would make these 24 hours count for something, and they have for me already several times over."

"Really?" She asked. She'd known he hadn't been a saint before she'd met him but even a slight mention of a previous encounter had wounded her a little. Although it was good to hear him tell her that today was already counting for something for him. It had for her too, especially when she had accepted his ring.

"I love you, Jo, with all of my heart and I want to have that dream with you, the one of both of us continuing to make love to one another even when you're pregnant. I want the house, the family and I can't think about not being able to wake up next to you every day for the rest of our lives. Anything that has gone before was all practice for this, for you and me.

"You mean that?"

"Yes, of course I do. You can't blame me for being honest though, can you? Yes, I've done that before, but that was the best orgasm I have ever had, Jo and that's all down to you and how responsive you are to me."

She allowed him to move from the bed, picking up the earlier strewn pillows as she pulled back the covers and sat on top of the sheet waiting for him to come back to her. "Tell me what I do that excites you?" She asked emboldened.

"You really are on a voyage of discovery, aren't you? He placed the pillows back at the head of the bed before lying down on his side next to her still sitting form. She moved to lie next to him, her whole body available to him should he wish to take her again anytime soon. He pressed a finger against her temple and slid it around her face to her lips, "I love the way you bite your bottom lip when you discover something you like, and the way your eyes close when I'm touching your most intimate places." His finger traced down over her hair and stopped at the peak of her nipple. It began to rise up again under his scrutiny, "I love the way your nipples respond to my touch, and how you gasp when I have them in my mouth.

He trailed further down over her belly and down her thighs before tracing his finger at the line where her two legs met and up to her core. Her legs opened slightly and he slipped his finger inside of her. "Wet again? You are relentless." He gasped as her pussy contracted around him. "I love the way you open yourself to me, your pussy is glorious too and I love the way you feel around me when I'm inside you. And when you twitch, that's enough to just make me come on its own, as our last little encounter proved. I also loved the fact that you were watching me licking you. I thought I said the mirror was for later?"

"You did but I couldn't help myself."

"Good, because that's exactly what I want from you all of the time, I want you to keep not helping yourself. Jo, there are many ways that we can gain pleasure from each other, this today is only the tip of the iceberg. If I'm to have a task whilst we're apart then you must have one too."

"Ok, what do you want me to do?"

"Well, the first thing I want you to do is find out about yourself, find out what makes you tick, find out what excites you. You obviously like the mirror, see what else you can find out, there's plenty of stuff out there to help, Ann Summers is always a good beginning and then there's reading erotica to see if there is anything there that turns you on. Then I want you to have a look at different positions and foreplay techniques because when I ask you what you want me to do to you I want you to tell me in the most graphic, sexually charged dirty talking that you can manage."

"You want me to talk dirty to you?"

"Amongst other things, yes."

"Right, ok. Is there anything you would like to do now?" She asked.

"Yes, eat. I'm absolutely famished, let's call room service."
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