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Just Because We Do What We Do	By : gallygaskins Category: G through L > Hustle Views: 1283 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 8

By the time Ash and Imogen arrived at the Cretan stone built house, amidst the chestnut and plane tree covered hills near to Elos, it had felt like they had been travelling forever. Dispensing of his load onto the glossy tiled floor of the bedroom, he dropped himself down onto the edge of the bed and laid back. He had never been that partial to travelling, always preferring to stay closer to home, and when travelling was combined with high temperatures it made him especially irritable. “I hope to God that’s it now!”

“That’s it, for now.” Imogen called back from wherever she was in the house. “Why don’t you strip off and take a dunk in the pool? Or have a shower to refresh yourself?”

If he felt he could move he’d do it. But the blistering heat and the sun drenched car that he’d had to sit in and endure for at least the last two hours had made him weary. That combined with a six and a half hour flight from London City to Athens, via Geneva; and a transfer to Piraeus in a rusty taxi driven by an equally rusty and very mad Greek driver, hadn’t helped. From there they’d hired a boat, each taking their turn to skipper it on the eleven hour crossing to their destination of Paleohora, whilst the other slept on their penultimate leg of a haphazard, indirect route for two travellers under false names to take so as not to raise suspicion. He was definitely getting too old for this.

He closed his eyes to try and stop them stinging from the epic journey they had just finished, before attempting to block out the light with a draped arm. Even when he could hear her coming towards him, the soles of her plimsolls squeaking against the flooring, he made no attempt to move.

As soon as Imogen entered the room, she smiled, looking down at the docile figure as he relaxed. She began busying herself, hanging clothes in the wardrobe and spreading toiletries out in the bathroom; anything that was required in order to get the bags unpacked and out of anybody’s way. Maybe she thought him asleep, but all the while he listened to her quiet ministrations until he felt her perch herself between his legs, her hands at his chest, loosening the buttons of his dark linen shirt. “I’m far too tired for that.”

She giggled, pulling at the belt that was holding his jeans over his hips. “I’m just trying to help you get more comfortable.” Soon he was divested of his clothing, left only in his boxers and a now open shirt. “Shame though,” she said, her desire evident with the raspy tone she’d unwittingly used. For several minutes he stayed where he was, a smirk plastered on his face. Later, when the sun had definitely sunk over the yardarm and the constant warmth had dissipated a bit, maybe then they could enjoy each other.

Suddenly he felt a cooling on his chest and sat up abruptly, quickly grabbing at the shorts that had just been thrown to him as they rolled towards the floor with his sudden movement. Seeking Imogen out, he found her stood by the open French windows, her torso encased in a turquoise swimsuit. “Come on, Morgan. Step to it.” She disappeared outside, water splashing from her dive into the pool. Soon he too was only encased in his swimwear, a pair of black shorts, and following where she had lead minutes before.

He stopped unexpectedly, the panoramic vista that opened up to him as he found his way to the edge of the cool flags of the terrace took his breath away. He’d been to some places in his time but he had never experienced anything as beautiful as what was before him. No wonder Imogen had picked this place. “What are you doing?” She called over to him but he stood still, enthralled with the view before him.

Cold, wet arms encircled his waist, hard nipples protruding into his back but still he looked. He pulled her around so that she was in front of him. “What am I looking at?” He asked softly.

“That’s the village of Elos down there,” she pointed, “wonderful taverna. Maybe one day when you feel like a stroll we can walk down. They have rooms if you don’t fancy the walk back that same night. That mountain there,” she pointed to south west, “is Mount Dikeos, and those to the east are Lefka Ori – the white mountains.”

“It’s no wonder those men couldn’t find you. No one would ever know you’re here.”

“Mmm, safe and secure. Especially now I’ve got you here with me. I don’t have to worry about a thing.”

His hands slid delicately over her warm sun-kissed shoulders and down her arms, finally encircling her waist. His mouth found the crook of her neck, placing hungry kisses over her smooth skin and causing her to shiver with anticipation, “so we could mess around on the veranda without anyone ever finding out.” The insinuation in his voice evident.

“Only God would know,” she sighed, “and I’m sure he wouldn’t care.” She turned in his arms, his hands now resting over the cheeks of her bottom. “I thought it was too hot and you were too tired.”

“So did I,” he confessed, “but I seem to have found some inspiration out here,” his clear blue eyes wandering over the scenery before resting them back on Imogen’s face, “gorgeous, but then you always were.”

“With all these battle scars?” She pouted.

“Because of those battle scars.” He held her chin angling her face towards him. “They’re a part of you, Imi. They show the world how beautiful you really are, in here.” His hand fell over her heart.

“I’m not, you know. My heart is very black.”

“Not with Tom, it’s not. Or me. Or any of the crew. And probably not with most of the locals around here. With everything you’ve been through you still have a huge capacity to love and be loved.”

“Maybe, but the only people I want loving me is our son and you.”

“You only have to watch you and Tom together to see how much the kid loves you.”

“And you?” She whispered, almost afraid to ask.

He nodded, “I’ve loved you from the very first moment I laid eyes on you, making your way towards me through that crowded restaurant. The little black dress you had on barely covering your assets whilst your breasts hypnotised me with their gentle swaying.”

She punched him playfully. “Honestly, what is it with you and my breasts?”

He picked her up, her mimicked protestations making him grin as he made his way over to and what appeared to be an outdoor bed in the most sheltered and shaded spot on the terrace. He stepped up onto the decking laying her in the centre of the bed before climbing on beside her. She quickly began to undo the tie backs on each of the four corners of the pergola that sat over the bed, the silk georgette netting falling down around each side of the bed enshrouding the couple.

Once that job was done he grabbed at her, holding her fast against the bed, her hands locked together by one of his above her head. He proceeded to undo the necktie that held the top of her swim suit in place, pulling at the fabric, and exposing her breasts to the elements, her nipples hardening in response to the lightest of breezes caressing over them as well as the deep rooted lust that was evident in his eyes. She squirmed beneath his loving gaze, evidently she was hot for him and he was eager not to disappoint. He traced a finger around each hardened nub, “what’s not to like about your breasts?” He teased, tracing his tongue around each peak in the same lazy motion.

She shuddered, her eyes closing to the hedonistic pleasure he was evoking within her. She could feel herself already pooling for him, her pussy itching with anticipation. He let go of her hands, his own now stripping her body of the swimsuit as hers snaked up to the headrest and found something to hold onto. She’d enjoyed the brief moment of being dominated by him and wanted that feeling to continue, realising that this was the only man on earth that she would ever trust enough to control and look after her all at the same time.

A hand crept through the hair on her mound, her legs instinctively opening for him as he trailed a finger along the opening before dipping inside of her. She hissed with pleasure, “no need to ask if you’re ready for me?” He muttered, quickly dispensing with his shorts and laying in between her legs, his erection aching to be nestled deep within her.

“Please, Ash, stop teasing me,” she all but pleaded, hoping that he would quickly take the hint.

“You were always patient before.” He mocked.

“When you’ve been without tender lovemaking as long as I have, it makes you a little eager.” She countered. “I’m sure, in time, I’ll regain some of that patience I once had, but you’ve awakened some kind of beast within me and it needs satiating, right now.”

His fingers stroked along the length of her labia once more before he allowed his silky shaft to slide effortlessly within her, staying buried deep in order to prolong this bout for as long as he could. Feeling that the twitching within his penis had subsided just enough to be able to carry on, he pulled himself almost all of the way out of her before pumping back in, beginning to build up a slow rhythm between them. Effortlessly she matched him, her hips rocking against his thrusts in order to create some friction between them and bring about the beginnings of her orgasm.

Their bodies now as close as they could get, rocking one against the other, her nipples grazing against his chest, their mouths covering their partners lips and face in loving kisses and caresses, arms entwined, her legs wrapped around his hips, their sweet lovemaking becoming more fervent with each stroke that they accomplished. She wanted him quicker, harder; she nibbled at his lip, he responded by pushing into her, causing her to counter with a “yes” when he did what she wanted. Coming close to orgasm, he felt between them, a finger gliding of her clit in order to bring her along with him. Soon the velvety walls of her vagina were pulsating around him, holding onto him and convulsing around him as stars exploded in her head and she cried out his name, her body’s climax bringing him to orgasm deep within her.

He slumped against her, her arms crossing over his back cocooning him and making him feel as safe with her as he hoped she felt with him. “Thank you,” she whispered when she was finally able to speak.

He craned his neck up, blue orbs seeking out hazel, “what for?”

“For making me feel loved.”

“You are, very much. From the first moment I saw you.”

“Yeah, I know, me in that skimpy dress with my boobs swinging about for good measure.”

“No.” She smiled expectantly, “that was pure unadulterated lust, and I didn’t want to stand up in case I embarrassed myself.”

She sniggered, “the sight of me gave you an erection?”

He nodded, “yeah, if you’d kissed me liked you’d wanted to that night I don’t think we’d have made it much past the back alley before I was giving you one.”

“Charming.”

“I’m just being honest. Besides, I could see that the only way I’d ever get you in my bed was if I was a gentleman. So, I buttoned my jacket, took your hand, kissed the back of it and was completely blown away by the look of unbridled passion I saw behind your eyes. To say I was infatuated with you from that moment on would be an understatement.”

“Really?”

“Yep. All I could think about was you, all I could see was you, I fell asleep with you in my head, I dreamt about you and I fantasized you would be with me when I woke up. I nearly messed up big time on a con because you were always on my mind.”

She looked down, her mind going over those first few cons she had played the inside with Mickey. “Not the Spewitt con?” He nodded. “Oh Ash,” she teased, “I’m so sorry you didn’t have your mind on the job because of me.”

His eyes fell away from hers sheepishly, “I’m not.” His gaze returned to hers. “I always marvel at the way you look at me after we’ve ... you know.” A hand absently traced the fringe from her eyes.

She ignored his embarrassment. “How do I look at you?”

“Like you’d take on the whole world for me.”

“I’ll let you into a little secret,” her hands idly tracing patterns over his back, “I would. As long as it meant we’d be together forever.”

“I could stay here with you forever.”

“No you couldn’t.”

“I could,” he argued, “mind you, I don’t think there’d be many times when we’d actually have our clothes on.” He smirked.

“You’d get bored of me eventually.”

“I’d never get bored of you, Imi. Two peas in a pod, you and me.”

“Hmm,” she sighed, “well this pea needs a shower and then something to eat.” Sliding off the bed she made her way back to the open French windows, picking up their discarded clothing as she went. “Care to join me?” She asked wickedly.

“Maybe in a minute,” he called, laying himself back onto the bed, propping his head up with his arms and enjoying the warming late afternoon breeze that caressed his naked body. Here he had everything he could ever want apart from the heat, and that he was sure he’d get used to. This could be his new life, in a charming home with a woman that would love him until the end of time. There was just one thing missing; their son.

And he knew that to get his family back together it wasn’t going to be easy letting Imogen walk back into the firing line, but he realised that it was essential in order to take down her husband. In a week or so Mickey and some of the others would join them in their home and then Imogen would be returning to the luxury villa that sat above Iraklion in order to pander to the wishes of George Liakos.

He let out the breath he’d inadvertently been holding, even as time moved towards their inevitable parting it wasn’t going to be easy for him; he’d never truly come to terms with what she was fated to do. But knowing that at least they were in the same place made him feel a little easier however safe she thought she’d be. He still smelt trouble.

But that was still weeks away. He and Imogen had plenty of alone time before then and decided it was best not to waste any of it. He sat up, looking out across the green hillsides and White Mountains, his heart skipping a beat as he caught sight of a naked Imogen stood in the open doorway of their bedroom. “When I asked you if you’d care to join me, I didn’t actually mean it as a question.” She smirked.

He apologised, grinning as he walked towards her, her eying up of him appreciatively not lost on him. For a man in his early fifties he still looked good, the firm arms and legs, the lean torso with only the hint of some extra weight at his stomach, the soft downy hair that covered much of his chest and his arms. “What?” He asked, but she shook her head, that would be a conversation for another time.

Grabbing at his hand she drew him towards the bathroom, the water of the shower hissing steadily beyond the half closed door, the steam tumbling out into the cooler atmosphere of the bedroom. He noticed that fresh clothing was laid out on the bed as they passed, although the notion that they would never actually get into them today suddenly entered his head. “You know we’re not going to need them if we carry on the way we’re going.”

As they entered the bathroom she let go of his hand before stepping backwards under the running water. He watched as rivulets cascaded over her body, soaking her skin as the water found its way down the valley between her breasts, over her slightly rounded belly and down through the hairs of her pubis. Soap covered hands roamed over her skin, pulling at her nipples, fingers delving towards her core, the bubbles constantly being washed from her as she moved from spot to spot. “Good!” Was all she eventually managed to say beckoning him to her with a crooked finger.

He walked under the streaming water, allowing her soapy hands to cover every inch of his body. Although she was effectively cleaning him of the last couple of days grime he also had the distinct impression that she was also enticing him once more. She was insatiable and he didn’t stand a chance. He seized her wrists, forcing her back up against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall, his mouth at her throat kissing and laving at the skin there before nipping along her jaw line and plundering her mouth with his own. They broke apart having to draw breath, “Imi, look at what you do to me,” he said, motioning for her to look down at his erect penis, hovering between them. “You’re the only one that I’ve constantly been excited for. Even June never had this effect on me. I’m going to hate it when you have to go back to him.”

“So will I,” she whispered, “this place was meant to be a retreat for my husband and me when I bought it. It was always my intention to bring him here, so that our children would be conceived here. But I’m the only one that’s ever been here, apart from you. In my heart, Ash, you are my husband.”

He pulled her to him, lifting her up and allowing her to cross her legs around his back before he turned them around so that his back was now against the tiles. They slid down the wall arranging themselves so that she was now straddled over his legs. Leaning towards him and taking his mouth with her own, their tongues dancing together as they deepened their kiss. When they broke apart for the second time their passion filled eyes locked. “And you are my wife, Imi,” his hand caressed a cheek, she kissed his palm. “You are everything to me, I love you.”

If it wasn’t for the water he’d swear she was crying but she smiled up at him, allaying any fears that he had. “I love you, Ash. I am yours, forever.” She looked down between them, a sly grin appearing on her face, “would it be too much to ask to have you inside me again?”

His smile reached from ear to ear as he shook his head. “I really have awakened a beast, haven’t I?” He asked, watching her intently as she took all of him within her once again, sighing and moaning from the pleasure that she was obviously attaining from their union. He bit his lip, utterly excited by the prospect of allowing her to take control whilst enjoying the sensations that her gentle rocking against his shaft and the still flowing water were both doing to him. His hands instinctively splayed over her hips, aiding her movements, his eyes enjoying the spectacle of the apparent pleasure in her face and the bobbing of her breasts as she moved against him.

He lent forward, catching a nipple in his mouth and suckling upon it, she moaned with delight, her breath hitching as she began to climb the ladder to gratification. “Ash, I’m going to come,” she managed, “is there anything I can do to help you?”

He nodded, taking one arm from around his neck and guiding her hand behind her. He encouraged her fingers to stroke the sensitive area just below his testicles, sucking in a breath as she explored the region, her fingers deftly rolling his testicles and stroking him underneath as she continued to grind against him, stoking the fire that was now beginning to burn deep within him too. He threw his head back, his eyes closing to the sensations that he’d not experienced in a very long time. He hadn’t remembered the last time he’d done anything like this, usually opting for missionary with a partner, but he knew that this wasn’t going to be the last time he’d try anything different.

“Are you ok?” He heard Imogen ask, her actions slowing slightly.

“Yes, perfectly,” he uttered, his hands on her hips now goading her onwards faster and faster, “you?”

“Oh, God, Ash, yes. Yes. I’m coming!”

“Me too,” he panted, “Imi, Christ Imi, don’t stop.”

She threw her head back, yielding to the sensations that ripped through her as she contracted and shuddered around him helping to bring him to his peak and dispatch his seed deep within her. His hands clasped around her back bringing her too him as their bodies continued to rock gently against each other. “Ash,” she finally managed, “I don’t think it’s ever been that good.”

He had to disagree, “there was one time, for me anyway.” He teased.

“Really?” She looked upset and confused.

He smiled at her, holding her chin so that she couldn’t look away from him, “the night before you left. I often thought the reason it was so good was because you wanted to leave me with something to remember you by.”

She beamed, “I guess I did. But I also wanted my last memories of you to be good too.”

“And now ...” He started, not sure of how to finish.

“We have more.” She finished, finally moving away from him. She held her hand out for him to take. “We should get washed up,” she said coyly, “then you can have a snooze, if you like, whilst I make us something to eat.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he said, dropping some soap into his hands to cover her body with moisturising suds. “Just don’t start me off again otherwise we’ll never get out of this shower.”

“Promise,” she said, lathering and massaging his head with first shampoo and then conditioner. He returned the favour, before allowing her to rinse her hair as he stepped from the shower and pulled out a towel for her to step into. Gently they dried each other before withdrawing into the bedroom. Imogen picked up the clothing that she’d earlier spread onto the bed so that Ash could lay on it and sleep. He watched her towel encased figure cross the room and separate the clothing once more, leaving his draped over the chair that sat in the corner of the room before she left him alone closing the door behind her. He closed his eyes, the toil of the last few days taking their toll and allowing him to drift off into a peaceful slumber. At least when he awoke, he decided before he slept, it would be darker, cooler and he would’ve regained his strength; and Imogen better watch herself, because if he got his way she wouldn’t get much opportunity to sleep.

Imogen busied herself, this was the first opportunity she’d ever had to welcome anyone into her home and the fact that it was Ash actually made her feel nervous. Admittedly she’d never had any inclination to entertain anyone before, but this wasn’t just a friend or a member of the family; this was Ash, the man that held her heart and continued to show her how much he loved her.

Trying to remember back to a time when she’d imagined her marriage to be going through a sticky patch, she tried to recall what it was that the countless magazines and sexual technique books she’d read had encouraged couples to do in order to keep the magic alive. Not that their magic was fading by the sexual encounters they had experienced that afternoon, it was just that she wanted to make sure that it never faded, that they were always excited and that they would never tire of the other. “Start as you mean to go on,” she said to herself as she checked the Kleftiko and prepared a traditional salad. Phoning ahead had been her greatest achievement, having asked a friend to fill her fridge and cupboards with fresh stocks so that at least they wouldn’t have to venture out for a good couple of days in search of provisions.

She set about making the terrace seem romantic and exotic, making the day bed up with crimson satin sheets and covering it with cushions and large pillows in varying dark pinks. Rose petals were spread liberally around the decking and over the sheets, the perfume making her feel heady as she continued to breath it in. She set the table with glasses and cutlery. A wine cooler stood at the side of the table, candles adorning the same area whilst torches were lit around the edges of the terrace to create an ambience. If she played her cards right they would definitely be spending more than just a couple of hours outside underneath the stars.

She dressed in the intended clothing that she had laid out for herself earlier, a black, crochet knitted, long sleeved dress that left very little to the imagination with a scooped neck and a deeper V at the back; she was sure that Ash would like it considering that he would be able to keep an ever watchful eye on her un-cupped breasts during dinner. She teamed this with an equally sheer thong, black hold up stockings and a pair of killer heels. Liberally applying smoky makeup to her eyes and dark crimson to her lips, she dried her hair and curled it with tongs. It had been the first time that she had ever wanted to dress sexy for a man and she hoped that it was worth the effort.

And as the sun descended and the cooler evening breeze tugged her nipples erect through the loops in the fabric of her dress she began to wonder if she was doing the right thing at all. Was this really the way to keep a man interested? Or was this just sheer fantasy and speculation on the writers that wanted to sell books and magazines? She faltered, wondering if she should change into something less revealing. She picked up her wine glass once more, hoping that the liquid she had been drinking would aid her courage before realising that she had drained it moments before which meant she’d need to get another bottle.

Standing up she turned to make her way back into the kitchen, stopping dead when her eyes met with Ash’s. The normal cool blue of his had taken on a deeper tint, almost as blue as the deepest ocean, devouring her up as she stood before him, his desire evident. “You look amazing, Imi,” he finally managed.”

“Do I?” She watched him nod his head, “that’s good, I was just wondering whether to change or not.”

“Don’t you dare,” he said, “this dress is even better than the one you had on the first time I met you. Not sure how long I’ll be able to keep my hands off you, but its having the desired effect already.”

She hung her head with embarrassment, “I think I best get dinner then.”

“Is there anything I can help you with?” He asked, hearing her mutter that there was nothing, so whilst she brought out the dishes and extra wine, he took a look around the terrace. Imogen had made sure that everything was covered, the Cliffside setting for their meal; the candles and torches burning away in the dark night, their golden glow flickering around the terrace; scented rose petals strewn everywhere; more petals and candles floating on top of the water of the pool; the red sheets and cushions that now adorned the day bed.

Then there was the effort she’d made herself, with her hair and makeup, and the dress that she’d obviously purchased in order to set his heart racing and the blood pumping to his nether regions. He took a seat at the table and waited, adjusting himself several times so that he appeared to be extremely comfortable when in reality he was fighting the urge just to throw caution to the wind and take her there and then.

When she finally joined him for their meal she generously dished him up plenty of the meat and vegetables whilst he poured out two large glasses of wine. “This smells wonderful,” he remarked, taking some of the salad, picking up his fork and beginning to eat. “It’s fantastic, what is it?”

“Kleftiko, it’s a traditional lamb dish, cooked slowly in the oven. I’m glad you like it.”

“I’m impressed, I didn’t realise that you were such a good cook. This must be the first time you’ve ever cooked for me.”

She thought about that for a while as she chewed on some salad. “I guess it must be seeing as we normally live in hotels and either call room service or eat out.”

“Do you enjoy it?”

“What, cooking?” She watched him nod, “yes, when I found out I had a knack for it. I also liked looking after my family, making sure that Tom had everything he needed, helping him keep his room clean and making sure that his uniform was ironed for school. A complete domestic goddess, I suppose.”

“You’re more than that, Imogen. But there’s one thing I don’t understand?”

“What’s that?”

“What are you doing? With this, now!” He pointed around the terrace before looking back to her, “you look extremely desirable but was this all necessary.”

“I just wanted to do something special for you. I’ve never really had the occasion before.” Her eyes glazed as she held back her tears.

He got up from his seat holding out a hand for her to take, “come here.” She did as she was bid, taking his hand and allowing him to pull her into his embrace. “You don’t need to prove your worth to me, Imi; I already have a pretty good idea.”

“I was wrong to do this for you then?” She asked meekly.

“If it’s any consolation, I like the effort you’ve made, and I’m not just talking about the food.” He grinned. “Although I would never have expected it just yet. Maybe in a year’s time when the honeymoon period was over.”

She smiled, “yes, but we’ve known one another a long time, we’ve slept together on many occasions. I wanted to do something to keep the magic alive.”

“Well you’ve certainly done that,” he said, reaching for one of her hands and allowing it to sit over his rock hard erection. “You don’t need food, or candles, satin sheets or rose petals to get this kind of reaction from me, but if it’s what you want to do then I’m not going to stop you.”

“What about my clothes and makeup?”

“Well that’s one thing you can keep on doing because at the moment all I want to do is see you in that dress straddling my privates.”

“Ash!” She giggled. “How uncouth.”

His eyebrows arched, “I’m uncouth?” He questioned, “I’m not the one wearing barely anything in the first place.” He bent down, his tongue licking over the sensitive flesh of a protruding nipple. “I want you, Imi.” He pulled her closer, his erection hard against her abdomen.

Imogen stepped back from him, gently pulling up the hem of the dress and reaching for the ties of her thong. Releasing the scrap of material she allowed it to float down to the floor, “then take me.”

She gasped as he grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the bed and laying her face down upon it. “Kneel up,” he ordered her gently, releasing himself from the confines of his trousers, his penis itching to bury itself within her silky folds. One hand on her waist and another over her core, he opened her up and positioned himself so that he would easily be able to enter her. “I hope you enjoy this.” She gasped as he entered, her passageway becoming more saturated with every inch that he slid into her. “Are you ok?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” she replied, “I’m enjoying it very much. Keep going, Ash, I’ll soon be screaming out your name.”

He ploughed on, his thrusting delving into her deeper and deeper with each subsequent stroke, building up a rhythm that neither would be able to hold onto for long. His hands fumbled at her waist, using the purchase he had to buck into her with an increasing pace. Their quickie soon over as each one of them cried out their partner’s name as they came in close succession. He collapsed against her back his hands groping at her breasts. “I still want to see you straddle me with this dress on.”

As they stood she straightened the hem of her skirt, the musky scent of their union hanging in the air. “Soon,” she said, leading him back towards the table. “We really do need to eat something first though, Ash.”

She sat him down in his chair, allowing him to carry on with his meal. “Are you not going to eat anything?” He asked.

“I prefer dessert, if you remember.” She said, indicating the covered dish by the side of the bed. “I’m looking forward to that.”

She watched as he finished off the last of his meal, draining her glass as she did so before walking around to his side of the table. His excitement for her was already evident as she climbed into his lap but she stroked his penis lovingly so that she was soon able to straddle him as he had wanted her to. She decided to up the stakes pulling the dress from her body, a surprise that delighted him no end. The sight of her virtually naked body riding him was incredibly satisfying and when they had finished he surveyed her retreating form as she made her way back over to the bed, stripped herself of her heels and stockings in a manner befitting a lap dancer, and climbed in between the satin sheets, reaching for the baklava she had left by the bed earlier.

He soon joined her, his shirt unbuttoned and left on the flags along with his trousers and boxers as he made his way to her, climbing in between the cool satin of the sheets and pulling her warm body close to his. She nestled into the crook of his arm, her eyes closing, and her slow rhythmic breathing indicating that she was virtually asleep as he stroked her hair. They would continue where they left off tomorrow, but for now they would sleep underneath a stunning star lit sky, his eyes finally closing and joining Imogen in contented slumber.
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