broke away, and took her by the hand. “Bedroom?” he asked.
Robin, her eyes heavy with desire, led him out along a hallway, past two doors and then into a room filled with trinkets from her travels. Not everything from her past life needed to be kept out of sight.
He turned her around, and sat her down on the edge of the bed. Kneeling before her he unbuckled her shoes, easing them off, and then rubbed her right foot.
“That is wonderful,” she said, lying back on the bed while he massaged her other foot. She covered her eyes, and for a moment he thought she was asleep, but when he stopped, she sat back up, looking terrible.
“Right. Go and clean your teeth and take your make-up off,” he said, coming to his senses and taking charge.
“Romantic. Do I look so bad?”
“No. But you will regret it in the morning if you don’t.”
“OK.” She looked a little bemused as she went off to the bathroom, appearing a few minutes later looking gorgeously well scrubbed, her skin pink and flushed.
“You’re right, I looked a fright. I can see why you wouldn’t want to make love to something like that.”
“Robin, I am not going to make love to you tonight.”
“Oh,” she said, disappointed.
“It’s not that I don’t want to, because I really, really do. But it wouldn’t be right.”
“I see. You can’t forget that I slept with Carl?”
“No,” he said, lifting himself up from the bed and grabbing her hand, pulling her to sit by the side of him. “It’s not that at all.”
She looked up at him, tears threatening. “Then why?”
“Because when we do ... make love, I want it to be with a clear head and for the right reasons. You said yourself you’ve lived with the regret what happened between you and Carl for a long time.”
“I’ve regretted it for as long as you’ve wanted me.” She looked at him sadly. “Greg, I don’t want to lose you now.”
“You won’t. I am going to sleep right next to you, hold you in my arms, and then tomorrow we’ll talk properly.”
Reluctantly she got changed, he even made a point of turning his back so he didn’t see her naked. Although he struggled to resist the urge to watch her when he realised he could see her reflection in the mirror.
Robin climbed into bed, and then watched him remove his shoes and tie before slipping onto the bed next to her.
“Seriously, you aren’t even going to get under the covers with me?”
“Too much temptation,” he said, his arm draped over her, holding her close.
“Like I said, Greg. You are much too nice.”
Chapter Seven - Robin
Waking up, was different somehow, Her bed felt different, and then she remembered Greg. He was still there, lying next to her, fast asleep. This was not a normal situation for Robin, who normally slept with men at their place, never bringing anyone back to the sanctuary of her own home. It was also rare for her to still be in bed with them when morning came, hating the awkward moments that normally followed a night of sex.
Putting everything together, she could say she was acting completely out of character. However, for once in her life, that was good, not harmful to herself or anyone else. Maybe Greg was good for her. Although she had no intention of becoming 'nice', in fact he might do with a taste of the darker side of life. Well, light grey anyway. She never wanted him to be anything but the gentleman he had grown into.
First she was going to give him the kind of wake up he would not likely forget in a hurry.
Sliding out of the covers, she carefully positioned herself halfway down the bed, her head level with his zipper. Feeling the chill of the early morning air against her skin, she felt her nipples harden, and cursed not putting the heating on. Or was it the thought of what she was about to do arousing her? She couldn't tell, but her hands were cold, so she rubbed them together. Freezing hands around his cock was not the kind of surprise she intended to give
Robin, her eyes heavy with desire, led him out along a hallway, past two doors and then into a room filled with trinkets from her travels. Not everything from her past life needed to be kept out of sight.
He turned her around, and sat her down on the edge of the bed. Kneeling before her he unbuckled her shoes, easing them off, and then rubbed her right foot.
“That is wonderful,” she said, lying back on the bed while he massaged her other foot. She covered her eyes, and for a moment he thought she was asleep, but when he stopped, she sat back up, looking terrible.
“Right. Go and clean your teeth and take your make-up off,” he said, coming to his senses and taking charge.
“Romantic. Do I look so bad?”
“No. But you will regret it in the morning if you don’t.”
“OK.” She looked a little bemused as she went off to the bathroom, appearing a few minutes later looking gorgeously well scrubbed, her skin pink and flushed.
“You’re right, I looked a fright. I can see why you wouldn’t want to make love to something like that.”
“Robin, I am not going to make love to you tonight.”
“Oh,” she said, disappointed.
“It’s not that I don’t want to, because I really, really do. But it wouldn’t be right.”
“I see. You can’t forget that I slept with Carl?”
“No,” he said, lifting himself up from the bed and grabbing her hand, pulling her to sit by the side of him. “It’s not that at all.”
She looked up at him, tears threatening. “Then why?”
“Because when we do ... make love, I want it to be with a clear head and for the right reasons. You said yourself you’ve lived with the regret what happened between you and Carl for a long time.”
“I’ve regretted it for as long as you’ve wanted me.” She looked at him sadly. “Greg, I don’t want to lose you now.”
“You won’t. I am going to sleep right next to you, hold you in my arms, and then tomorrow we’ll talk properly.”
Reluctantly she got changed, he even made a point of turning his back so he didn’t see her naked. Although he struggled to resist the urge to watch her when he realised he could see her reflection in the mirror.
Robin climbed into bed, and then watched him remove his shoes and tie before slipping onto the bed next to her.
“Seriously, you aren’t even going to get under the covers with me?”
“Too much temptation,” he said, his arm draped over her, holding her close.
“Like I said, Greg. You are much too nice.”
Chapter Seven - Robin
Waking up, was different somehow, Her bed felt different, and then she remembered Greg. He was still there, lying next to her, fast asleep. This was not a normal situation for Robin, who normally slept with men at their place, never bringing anyone back to the sanctuary of her own home. It was also rare for her to still be in bed with them when morning came, hating the awkward moments that normally followed a night of sex.
Putting everything together, she could say she was acting completely out of character. However, for once in her life, that was good, not harmful to herself or anyone else. Maybe Greg was good for her. Although she had no intention of becoming 'nice', in fact he might do with a taste of the darker side of life. Well, light grey anyway. She never wanted him to be anything but the gentleman he had grown into.
First she was going to give him the kind of wake up he would not likely forget in a hurry.
Sliding out of the covers, she carefully positioned herself halfway down the bed, her head level with his zipper. Feeling the chill of the early morning air against her skin, she felt her nipples harden, and cursed not putting the heating on. Or was it the thought of what she was about to do arousing her? She couldn't tell, but her hands were cold, so she rubbed them together. Freezing hands around his cock was not the kind of surprise she intended to give
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