Unable to keepaway, Gwen took his hand and stepped in with him under thestreaming hot water. “I wasn’t sure we’d fit in here together.” Shegiggled when he spun her around, stood behind her and hugged herinto his chest. She realized then she had worried for no reason.Whatever Crispin’s aversion to being held was, he certainly made upfor it by keeping her well within the fortress of his arms.
“On the other hand,” Crispin said with a deep sigh. “I had nosuch doubts about us fitting together.” Whatever doubts he did havedid not include those of a sexual nature. From the moment he hadlaid eyes upon this little bookish woman, he had wanted nothingmore than to claim her over and over again. With that in mind, heran his hands over every slippery wet inch of her supple flesh.When she shuddered and threatened to collapse, he held her firm,one arm around her chest, the other down under between her thighs.Before she knew what hit her, he had himself buried deep inside herwith one hard thrust of his hips.
“Oh, yes, yes…”
“You’re telling me,” he growled in her ear. Normally, he wouldhave ordered her to place her hands against the tiles, but oddly,her fingernails digging into his arm proved quite pleasant.Pleasant enough for him to ignore that nagging feeling in his gut.Putting it out of his mind, he buried his nose in her hair and lostall logical thought and gave into his baser needs. Hers too, fromthe sounds she was making.
“Oh, Crispin, yes…” It was all she could manage. It was all sheneeded to say. The more she called his name, the faster and morepurposeful his thrusts, never mind the magic his fingers wereweaving between her legs where their bodies met.
When sheangled her head around for a kiss, once again, he did not deny her.He couldn’t if he wanted to. “Aw… Gwen.” It was pointless to try.“You’re fucking sexy as fuck.” He kissed her with near animalisticardour. When she tensed around him and cried out his name,announcing her orgasm to the world, he held her tight, steadied hispace until she came down from her high. He then pulled out of herheavenly heat and spilled his seed all over her lovely round asscheeks.
Seconds later,they both gave into a giddy case of the giggles. Forgetting himselffor a moment, he spun her around, kissed her again, and held her tohim. In this state of euphoria nothing else mattered.
Sadly, though,it was over too soon. The moment Gwen raised her arms to hold him,he stiffened and shook himself off.
“Go on, get yourself cleaned up.” He spun her away from himonce again. “We’ve got lots of sightseeing to do.” Rinsing himselfoff, he placed a kiss on top of her head, gave her ass a playfulsmack, then exited the shower and left her standing there staringafter him.
“Yes, sir…”
Chapter 23
Followingbreakfast, the plan was to spend as much time outdoors as possiblesince it was a beautiful, sunny day. The inn was within walkingdistance to Buckingham Palace, so Gwen and Crispin made it there inno time. Not surprisingly, it was quite the popular touristattraction and the crowds of people should have been expected butas they approached the ticket line, Crispin hesitated and turned toGwen.
“What do you think? How badly do you wanna catch a tour of thePalace?” Crispin asked, staring at the huge lineup.
“I sort of feel obligated, but at the same time, we’d spendmost our time in line.”
“Yeah, and such a shame to spend the day touring a stuffy oldpalace when we could hang out in the garden.”
“Really? I’m surprised you’d rather be outside in the sunshine,in a garden of all places, especially wearing all thatblack.”
“Are you kidding? Goths love gardens. Well, this one does,anyway. The sunshine, well, I suppose all I can hope for is alittle shade here and there. Plenty of trees as far as I cantell.”
“All right then, deal. We can always come back another timewhen it’s less busy.”
“Perfect, let’s get strolling.”
With her hand in his, they took in the sights in front ofBuckingham Palace, snapping as many photos as possible. After awhile, Crispin led the way towards the Victoria Memorial Fountainand sat on the steps facing the greenery.
Standing byhis side, Gwen spun around and took in the views. On one side, satthe famous palace, on the other was St. James’s Park. It was all sobeautiful and grand. Right around the area were so many sights tosee and things to do. It was overwhelming and it showed on herface. While she was excited, she was also at a loss and that’s whenit all came crashing down around her. Unwittingly, she squeezedCrispin’s hand almost painfully so.
After a momentof watching her spin aimlessly, Crispin couldn’t help but smile.Unaware of her inner turmoil, he found her expression endearing.Everything was just so monumental in her eyes. It was hard not toget caught up in the moment. Even he was impressed with it all. Butwhat impressed him most was her and all else paled in comparison.Yes, he was a goner and he knew it. So much for his plans to bealone. Accepting the fact that he was fighting a losing battle, hegave his head a shake and shrugged it off.
Unable toendure the intensity of her death grip on his fingers, he tuggedher down next to him, gazed into her eyes and waited for her tofocus on him.
“Earth to Gwen.”
Snapping outof her stupor, Gwen frowned, released his mangled hand and staredat the ground, embarrassed. As much as she was excited to be there,she was also overwhelmed. This was just another aspect of heranxiety kicking into high gear.
“Hey, what’s the matter?”
“I think I’m going to be sick or pass out orsomething.”
“Good lord, well, whatever you do, don’t throw up on me.” Hewas joking but his concern was plain to see. “Gwen? Maybe you’rethirsty? I should’ve brought some water, damn…”
“I’m sorry, Crispin. This always happens. I just need amoment.”
“What do you mean? Is
