The Weekend

by Ellen Flay about a year ago in fiction

Escape reality for a breath.

The Weekend

Resting her feet on the dashboard, she caught his sideways disapproving glance and chuckled.

“Err, no. I don’t think so,” he said.

“You can take the girl out of Bedford...” she replied, wriggling her painted toenails.

Before he could protest further, she turned her attention once again to the mp3 player in her lap and chose the next song. Looking up, she saw him smile before mouthing the lyrics and she knew she’d distracted him for the time being.

The late afternoon sun was dipping in the sky and she took a moment to observe her surroundings, as for once she had no idea where they were going. Of course she knew what county they were in and even saw place names on passing signs, but as to their final destination, she remained in the dark. Usually this would alarm her, her need for control and to organise most things in her life. However, at his request she had reluctantly relinquished her hold and given him free reign, much to his delight. Glancing over at him she watched his face, the slight furrow of his brow as he concentrated on the road ahead. As if sensing her gaze, he turned briefly to look at her.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she replied, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Reaching out she touched his face, running her fingertips along his jawline. He took her hand kissing her upturned palm, before linking his fingers in hers and resting them on his leg, his thumb absentmindedly stroking hers as his attention turned back to the road. She navigated the rest of the journeys music one handed, happily content.

They turned off the main road, onto a sweeping gravelled drive and he glanced at her, his expression almost apprehensive.

“What?” she asked.

“This is going to sound daft,” he said.

“Go on.”

“I want you to close your eyes,” he replied.

She smiled, his face so earnest, and then did so without question.

“Thank you,” he whispered and she felt the brush of his lips on her fingers as he brought them to his mouth.

It was a little disorientating, moving in a car without being able to see, but within a couple of minutes, they had stopped once again. She heard the click of his seatbelt being released, felt him lean into her and jumped as he undid hers.

“Stay there,” he whispered “eyes closed.”

The sound of his door opening, closing and then silence before she heard her door and felt his hand on hers as he bent to help her out of the car.

One thing she realised straight away, was that without sight, her other senses were heightened. The breeze bought the sound of birdsong from somewhere in the distance and the scent of something familiar that she couldn’t quite place. He placed his hands on her shoulders and positioned her slightly and then nothing, she couldn’t feel him any longer.

“Open them,” he said.

It took her a second to acclimatise to the sudden brightness and immediately she sought him out. He stood to her right, leaning against the car, hands in his pockets and a nervous smile on his face.

Her attention was then pulled away from him to what stood before her and her lips parted as she drew breath. They were at the foot of a path, surrounded by trees and immaculate lawns. Ahead of them sat the house, the sun glinting off beautiful windows set into an expanse of pale stone. She had no idea how long she stood there for, she almost didn’t want to move for fear of breaking the spell.

Turning to him she smiled, a wide smile, one that she hoped conveyed even a fraction of what she was feeling. Lifting her hand she reached for him and as he took her hand, she pulled him to her temporarily replacing her view of the house with him.

“It’s stunning,” she whispered.

He reached up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and smiled at her.

“You really like it?” he asked, his tone seeking reassurance.

Placing her hands on his face, she kissed him, softly once, twice. Before wrapping her arms around him and kissing him again, this time letting her tongue caress his. He tightened his hold on her, his hands around her waist, fingers brushing her skin above her jeans. Smiling into their kiss, she pulled away breathless.

“I really like it,” she said before turning in his arms to look back at the house. “It’s perfect.”

They stood for a moment, her leaning into him as he kissed the bare skin of her shoulder.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he said.

Retrieving their bags from the car, they walked the short distance up to the house and checked in. He was right, the grounds and outside of the house as stunning as they were, were almost a pale comparison to inside. It could have been ostentatious, or even dated as it would have been easy to over compensate for such a large and grand space by filling it with junk. However, they seemed to have found the perfect mix of beautiful pieces of art and furniture, impeccably placed to make it feel like you were in the home of an old friend. They were greeted warmly at the front desk before being shown to their room by friendly porter. They stopped at the end of a short corridor, a large oak door in front of them, she felt almost nervous and smiled at how silly that was. Turning slightly she saw him watching her intently, as if trying to read her thoughts. Reaching for his hand, she linked her fingers through his as the door was opened and they were shown inside.

She was aware, somewhere in the periphery of her consciousness, that he was talking to the porter; however, she couldn’t have told you what they were saying as she was suddenly lost in her surroundings. The room was bathed in the light of early evening thanks to a wall of beautiful floor to ceiling windows which looked out onto uninterrupted views of the grounds. Although reluctant to tear her eyes away she turned and almost laughed out loud, the room dominated by an impossibly large canopied four poster bed, which she had the immediate and almost childish urge to jump on. As her eyes travelled the room, it was the little things that jumped out at her. The crystal decanters on top of the sideboard, the fresh flowers on the table at the foot of the bed and the marble fireplace on the far side of the room.

If the bed was the main feature it was fiercely contested for top billing by what appeared to be a mirrored wall behind it. As she crossed the room, this time the laughter did escape her, as it was indeed a wall covered in antique effect mirrored panels. Tucked between it and the rear of the bed was a free standing claw foot bath, that could easily and she guessed purposefully, fit two people in. Looking across the room she realised that he hadn’t moved and was watching her closely. Walking over to him, she stood before him and placed her hands on his chest, never once breaking their gaze.

“I don’t think I have the words,” she said.

“That’s a first,” he replied.

She playfully pushed him away, but he reached out and pulled her to him once again. Their mouths met, their bodies moulded against one another and she lost herself in him. They moved a few paces and she felt the bed against the back of her legs. With her arms around his neck, she had little resistance as he pushed her backwards, the weight of his body pressing against hers as she sank into the soft mattress. As his hands sought the skin under her top and made contact, she involuntarily murmured into his kiss, pulling his bottom lip into her mouth and biting softly. Even after all this time it amazed her that his touch could still take her breath away, how she never tired of kissing him, touching him and the sight of him still made her smile. As he parted her legs with his, she seized her opportunity, bending her knee she used her heel to roll them over so she was sitting astride him. Breathless and biting her lip she gazed down at him, watching the smile already forming on his lips.

“Hey,” he said lifting his hands in mock surrender, “I’m happy to do this whatever way you want.”

Taking his hands, she leant forward pinning them above his head before trailing soft kisses over his face, nipping his jaw with her teeth.

“I want a lot of things, but first and assuming this amazing room has an actual bathroom, I’d like to shower the day off,” she said.

Tugging his hands free from her grip, he cupped her face, pulling her down so that her mouth met his. The kiss was tender, intimate and in that moment she doubted she could feel any closer to him.

“That sounds like a great idea,” he said, his tone mischievous.

Holding her hips, he easily rolled them over so that he was above her once again. He kissed her lips briefly before moving to her neck and moving her t-shirt aside to kiss her collar bone. There was a soft tap at the door and he sighed good naturedly, before getting off the bed.

“Go on, you go find the bathroom, I’ll sort this,” he said, getting off the bed.

Intrigued, but doing as he asked, she climbed off the bed, and walked over to the other side of the room, to find a set of doors which led to a bathroom. Everything was breath-taking, too much to absorb in such a short space of time. Her fingers brushed the soft fluffy towels, she opened and smelt various bottles of toiletries that had been left for them. The attention to detail that they had thought of was amazing and she knew that she was would be very sad to leave. Shaking the thought off, she chastised herself for thinking that far ahead. As she turned she saw him standing in the doorway, a glass of champagne in each hand. Handing one to her, he kissed her before tipping his glass to hers.

“Cheers,” he said. “Here’s to a lovely weekend.”

“Cheers, she replied before taking a sip, the cold bubbles dancing on her tongue. “You really have surpassed yourself, you know.”

“I know,” he said, chuckling softly as he caught her raised eyebrows.

He placed his glass on the side and went to turn on the shower, before standing before her, taking the glass out of her hand and putting it beside his.

“Now, what was that about washing the day off?” he asked, gripping the bottom off her t-shirt before pulling it over her head.

Shivering involuntarily as the cool air hit her skin, she caught her breath as his fingers traced her shoulders and over her chest. She pressed herself against him and kissed him and as his hands reached up to push into her hair, she did as he did and lifted his t-shirt, their mouths separating as she pulled it over his head. His body was warm, the soft hair on his chest brushing against her bare skin. They grew impatient, tugging the rest of their clothes from their bodies, before stumbling into the shower. She exhaled slowly as the warm jets of water fell over her and bent her head forward to let it run over her neck and back. He lathered his hands and began to wash her body, starting at her neck, over her shoulders, taking each arm right down to her fingertips. Cupping her breasts his thumb grazed her nipple and she bit her lip as the lust flipped in her stomach. His touch was gentle but firm, over her ribcage, stomach and hips, applying pressure to the places he knew would be sensitive to her. Leaning back against the tiles, she allowed her head to fall back as he bent in front of her. His hands continued their journey from her ankles using both hands, up over her calves before massaging her thighs. Parting her legs to allow him greater access she felt his fingers brush her sex. Knowing that they would quite easily end up having sex here, she thought fleetingly of the bed in the next room. Reaching for him she pulled him up so that he stood before her. Surrounded by steam, the scent of body wash and the unmistakable air of arousal, she kissed him. As he pressed his body against hers, she felt the hardness of his cock against her hip and their kiss intensified.

Pulling away, she reached for the bottle before pouring some of the liquid onto her hands.

“Your turn,” she said.

Her hands followed much the same journey as his and she placed intermittent kisses as she went. When wet, she could clearly see the definition of his muscles as her hands rubbed over his chest and down onto his abdomen. Her thumbs traced the line of the dip in his hip and unable to resist, she knelt before him and replaced her thumb with her mouth as she bit gently on his hipbone. Hearing him gasp, she smiled and continued, her fingers leading with her mouth following. Looking up she found him watching her and he maintained their connection as she took his cock in her hand and lowered her mouth to its tip. She heard him whisper an expletive as her mouth closed around him and saw his eyes close and head tip back. To her, the ability to make him come undone was one of the most arousing things. The feel of him in her mouth, the sound of his breath as she wrapped her hand around him and allowed her tongue to caress the length of him. It was power, of course it was, but it was more that she was able to make him lose himself in pleasure, the sensation only heightening hers.

This time it was him the reached for her, pulling her up, pushing her against the tiles and kissing her roughly.

“Bed,” he whispered as he pulled away and reached behind them to shut the water off. They exited the shower, he passed her a towel and took one for himself, absentmindedly rubbing his wet body as he walked through the door to the bedroom. She toweled her hair and rubbed the majority of the excess water from her skin. Wrapping the towel around her body, she saw the glasses of champagne still on the side, she took them, sipping from hers and followed him. She found him sitting on the edge of the bed, towel wrapped around his waist and water still glistening on his skin. The setting sun cast an amber glow through the room, as if lit by candle light. Handing him his glass, he took a sip before reaching for her, pulling the edge of her towel to close the distance between them. She ran her fingers through his wet hair and kissed him, as his hands pulled her towel away and stroked her skin. He lay back pulling her with him and they lay, side by side, limbs and tongues entwined. Rolling her onto her back, he parted her legs and knelt between them. Reaching for the champagne, he took a mouthful and leant over her, taking her nipple into his mouth. She gasped as the cold bubbles hit her skin before he swallowed and the warmth of his tongue sucked her further into his mouth before he repeated the action on her other breast. Sitting up, he stroked her skin, letting his fingers trail the length of her body. He traced the outline of her tattoo, all the way down from her ribcage to the crease of her hip and to the inside of her thigh. This time he didn’t stop and as his fingers found the wetness of her sex she looked at him, wanting to see his face, wanting to see how her own arousal affected him. As he teased her, she gripped the sheets around her, not actually sure how long she would be able to hold out. Suddenly she cried out, his fingers replaced with his tongue as he parted her lips and licked her softly. Bending her legs she tried to pull away from him, the sheer agony of her pleasure, but he circled her hips, pulling her down onto his mouth. As he slid his fingers inside her, she knew she couldn't take any more, she reached down simultaneously pulling away and pulling his shoulders up to her. He lay over her, pushed up onto his arms, the hardness of his cock resting between her legs. He watched her and she knew he was relishing in his own moment of power. She ached for him, desired him and wanted to climb inside him such was her need to be close to him. Leaning up, she met his mouth with her own, tasting herself on him before parting her legs and lifting her hips up to meet him. He looked at her as he slid inside her, her eyes closed as he filled her, sliding slowly in and out, savouring every second. They found their pace, they kissed, she stroked his back and curled her legs around his hips. They absorbed each other, drank in every look, every touch, soft sighs and gentle bites. As their pace intensified, he took her wrists and held them to the pillows above her head. She angled her hips, allowing him to drive as deep as he possibly could. She could feel the wave begin, the warmth spread from her core. She moaned into his kiss and she knew he felt her tightening around him. Letting go of her hands he held himself above her, each thrust deep, hard.

“Look at me,” he whispered.

Her eyes fluttered open and she met his gaze, not sure how long she would be able to maintain it. He took her hands in his, their fingers gripped tightly together and as her orgasm ripped through her, she cried out his name, feeling him cum inside her as she did.

They lay like that, she wasn’t sure how long for, him inside her, the weight of his body covering hers. She idly stroked his hair, his neck, over his shoulders as their breathing slowed. Rolling onto his side, he pulled her with him, hooking her leg over his hip. They lay looking at each other, he stroked the hair away from her face and kissed her lips softly.

“We’re going to have to shower again,” he said.

“Yep, and at some point we should probably eat something too,” she replied.

She stroked his face, knowing every freckle and curve but absorbing them nonetheless.

“Anna,” he whispered.

“Yes Tom?” she replied, meeting his gaze.

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