Author's note: Thanks to KS for editing as always. If this is your first time on this story, you probably need to read previous chapters to understand it. Or if you just want the sex, then read on.
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Voluntary Love
Chapter 06
I spent the rest of the day thinking about the night before, the morning, and the future. I searched hard inside myself, to make sure I knew what I was doing, and that it felt right. I didn't get anywhere with the first, as I'd never really understood what I'm doing. I did succeed with the second. The more I explored how I felt, and tested it with every conceivable scenario; I knew I had made the right decision. The question then, was—had Jane changed her mind, and if not, how long would it last? The first I would find out in the morning. The second who knew?
When the receptionist asked to help, I suddenly realised I didn't know Jane's new married name, but simultaneously remembered her room number.
"Could you ring room 109 please? She is expecting me."
"Can I say who it is, sir?"
"David."
The telephone rang six times before the receptionist spoke, "Good morning. I have your expected guest, David, in reception."
There must have been silence, as the receptionist spoke again, "Are you still there? madam?"
She must have replied, as the receptionist said, "Thank you," and put the receiver down. "She would like me to show you to her room, sir."
I was incredibly nervous, as we walked to her room. It was up one floor. Then we were there.
"This is the room, sir."
"Thank you," I said hurriedly, before he could knock the door. "I will take it from here."
He hesitated, but then said, "Okay. thank you," and left.
I stood there, and the door opened.
"It is you." Jane's voice was full of surprise and anxiety.
"Sorry, it's so early." There was silence.
"Come in," she said, quietly.
Inside the room smelt of her perfume. I stood still. Neither of us spoke again.
"Why so early?" she finally asked.
I took a breath and said, "Corny alert! I want to wake up next to you every morning from now on, so I thought I'd start today."
Silence again, then a little laugh.
"Oh, that is corny!" then, a very long pause. "Do you mean that?"
"Yes."
"What about Angharad?"
"I went to see her yesterday. I hadn't decided before then. Something she said made me realise I love you more than her."
"What was it?"
"If I had found out Robert was dead, would I have come looking for you, even if she was around? I knew straight away what the answer was and she saw it on my face."
"Tell me," she said, very quietly.
"Yes, I would have. She expected it."
"Did she kill you?"
"No; unless, I'm a fat ghost. She told me she would have six months ago, but loved me now."
There was another long pause. "Did you sleep together?"
I did not hesitate. I wanted to always be honest with her. "For one last time, yes."
"If it had been the other way round, would you have had a last fuck with me?"
"No," I said, emphatically.
"Why not?"
"I love you more, so it would have hurt more, loving you like that!"
"You corny, old, blind bastard!" she laughed again. Her lips were on mine and her arms were around my neck. "Would you marry me, if I asked you?"
"We've been together thirty seconds, and you ask me to sell out my politics!" My hands were squeezing her bum.
"Yes, I am!" Her hands were opening my zip and slid my jacket down over my arms. "Corny alert?"
I said, seriously, "Anything for you, sweetheart!"
She laughed, and then suddenly stood back. "Before I get up, and bring myself off thinking about you; why don't you come and do something useful?"
When I got into bed, she rolled to meet me. We kissed and snogged and touched, for what felt like hours. Finally, she eased onto her back, breathing hard.
"Be my guest!" she rasped.
Finding her face with my hand, I kissed her again. The finding hand moved down to her tits, and squeezed and fondled. Her nipples were already hard, and stiffened into hard peaks. They were bigger than I remembered them ever getting before. I squeezed and pulled on them, getting sharp gasps in return.
Only when both nipples and tits had been suitably mauled, did my hand lazily move downwards. I briefly paused to tickle her belly button, as I licked the lobe of her ear.
"Oh shit, you bastard!" she gasped. Her scent suddenly became noticeable. I suspected her legs had opened wide. My hand felt the first curl of pubic hair. I gently scratched and teased the top of her bush very slowly, moving my fingers down to the bottom of her pubic bone, where it met the start of her cunt.
I spent the next fifteen minutes, just rubbing and touching and caressing that area. Sometimes, I would keep my fingers still, with a lot of pressure; sometimes, I would rub from side to side; sometimes, I would use two fingers. Throughout the attention, Jane's breathing became more ragged, and her bum and legs were moving regularly.
"Oh fuck, what are you doing to me?"
I didn't answer because my mouth had just circled her right nipple and my tongue began gentle, soft lapping. My fingers now flickered with feathery touches up and down her fat cunt lips. They were still hidden by her bush, but were definitely showing signs of arousal.
"Oh shit, yes!" she gasped, thrusting her hips up. My mouth had closed firmly on her right nipple, biting gently. My fingers were now easing ever so gently inside her sloppy pussy opening.
It was another ten minutes of excruciating, sexy pleasure for Jane, as I finger-fucked her with two fingers incredibly slowly, while I alternated my mouth between her two tits. She was constantly swearing and blaspheming, her bum bouncing off the mattress. I couldn't find out, but I suspected her legs were as wide as they could go.
Only then, did I go for her clit. When I touched it the first time, she screamed and her body shuddered. I hadn't expected her to cum so quickly. I just kept my fingers and mouth where they were, riding out her ecstasy.
She slumped back into the bed, breathing hard. I gave her no rest. Straightaway, I started sucking again, and moved two fingers with infinite slowness over her clit. I went each side, on top, underneath and along the length. She had a ridge of a clit, rather than a bump. I was moving so gently, I eased what I guessed was the hood over the ridge.
"Oh fuck, that's good. What are you doing! Don't stop, whatever it is!"
I kept this going for another fifteen minutes. I had learnt with Angharad, that it can take at least half-an-hour, to really turn a woman on with fingers and mouth on her pussy and tits. And I loved doing it.
"Oh fuck!" Jane shouted, in response to my fingers, gradually speeding up until after a few minutes, they were rubbing hard and fast on her clit from side to side.
"Oh, oh, mmmm... oh, mmmmm... oh, oooooh!"
She could not speak; she just made noises. And then she screamed, her body rigid again. And because my fingers were on her clit, I didn't feel her squirt.
She came for a long time, before the trembling ceased. She had to pull my hand away, as she was too sensitive.
I put my fucking hand around her and my other arm under her shoulders pulling her to face me. "That was fucking awesome, cariad; thank you. I love it when you cum."
She just lay there breathing hard. It was minutes before she spoke.
"You silly bugger. You don't need to thank me. I need to thank you a thousand times. No one has ever made me cum just with their fingers and mouth. You have magic fucking fingers; the way you knew what to do with them, and what I wanted. Fucking amazing."
We lay there for a long time, saying nothing. I was on my back and she was in the crook of my arm. Her thigh was across my belly and her hand on my rib cage.
"You probably want to fuck my brains out," she finally said, kissing my neck. "But do you mind if we save that until tonight? I want to make it special."
"No problem," I said, "but I will have one fuck of a hard-on all day."
"I didn't say you weren't going to cum!" her voice was a hoarse whisper as she nipped my earlobe. Her hand began to squeeze and flick my left nipple.
"Oh my, fuck!" I gasped. This was new to me, and it felt amazing. Her fingers trailed feather-like from nipple to nipple, and over my chest down to my pubic hair, then over my thighs which opened wide to let her move. Then she was touching my balls, and running her fingers ever so lightly up my cock, before starting up my stomach again to my chest and nipples.
My cock was so fucking hard and big thrusting up into the air. "Oh fucking hell!" I shouted. She had bit my right nipple, as her fingers squeezed my left, "What the fuck are you doing to me?" I asked, breathlessly.
She didn't answer. She alternated biting, sucking, and licking my right nipple, until she was driving me crazy because a hand had gone wandering again. I shouted, as one fingertip grazed my cockhead before running down my shivering, rock-hard length.
I couldn't resist any more. I took hold of my cock with my left wanking hand.
Oh shit, I was so fucking big and hard. I told Jane it was all down to her.
"I'm glad," she said, pulling her mouth away from my thoroughly abused right nipple. "I'm forgetting something," she said, with a grin. She got onto her knees, and reaching across, began the same treatment on my other nipple. Her hand was now gripping the lower half of my cock, wanking in rhythm with my hand.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" I gasped. My right hand voluntarily came up off the mattress. I hadn't realised it was between her open legs. The thumb side of my hand made contact with her soaking bush. I worked out by the solid feel, that the edge of my hand was against her pubic bone, right where her clit was. I began to rub.
