“What are you doing? Aren’t you gonna tie me up?” she titteredexcitedly.
With a smile,he thought about it then slowly shook his head. “Tonight, becauseit’s a very special occasion, I think we should keep things simpleand put this all away.”
“Oh?” she said with a hint of disappointment in hervoice.
“Yes, we’ll keep these for another time. Tonight, I think weshould try this the vanilla way, to celebrate.” He watched her fora reaction and her smile was reward enough. At that point, he wasready to have her any way she wanted.
“Our last night in London,” she said with a sigh.
“Yes, but not only that,” he said as he slowly and methodicallyrolled her nightie up over her head. “My first time with a womanwho actually loves me.”
“Oh, I do love you, Crispin,” she said with a smile. “I’mhonoured.”
“I’m the one who is honoured.” Pressing her onto the bed on herback, he shed his clothes as fast as he could and covered her bodywith his own. Resting his entire weight on top of her, he onlytensed for a moment when she wrapped both arms and legs around him.Overwhelmed with emotion, he gave himself a minute. He soon relaxedand took it all in, the beauty of it, the comfort of her armsaround him, the love surrounding him. It was all he had everwanted.
“I love you very much, Crispin. With all my heart,” sherepeated as he entered her without hesitation. She couldn’t quitebelieve she was actually holding him in her arms, so fully, andwithout restraints. By the way he was holding her in return, onehand under her head, the other under her behind, she could tell hewas loving it. They were locked together in that age-old embrace,both moving in rhythm to the beats of their hearts, and it feltamazing. Even without the bondage aspect, sex with Crispin wasbeyond anything she had experienced in the past. While he plunderedand rocked his magnificent hardness into her, she could think ofnothing else. Her mind was a lovely blank, only capable of feelingpleasure.
“I love you, too, Gwen. More than you’ll ever know.”
Chapter 28
The nextmorning, following a quick breakfast, Crispin and Gwen packed theirthings and said goodbye to the Lemon Tree Inn. On the short walk toVictoria Station, while she was excited about the next part oftheir trip, Gwen couldn’t help but mourn the end of their short butwonderful stay in London. So much had happened in so little time.They’d seen and done so much, yet there was still a lot to see. Notto mention the fact that they were now both in love with eachother. What a contrast to when they’d first arrived.
“What’s with the smile?” Crispin asked as he walked beside her,his suitcase trailing behind.
She looked athim and shook her head, giggling. “I was recalling our not sopleasant arrival in London. You were so upset with me.”
“And you were a nervous wreck.” He gave her a playfulnudge.
“Well, let’s just hope our train ride to Windsor goessmoother.”
“Ah, come on.” He laughed, leading the way into the trainstation. “At least, you’ll have a story to tell when it’s all saidand done. Adventure is what you wanted, after all.”
“True, and adventure is what I got, and a whole lotmore.”
“Best part is, it’s not over yet. We’ve plenty more to do andsee.”
Thankfully, itwas a quick and uneventful trip to Windsor. While on the train,Gwen thought about the night before. They hadn’t just had sex, theyhad actually made love. Her heart swelled just thinking about it.Then, of course, there was that moment when she had awoken in theearly hours of the morning. For whatever reason, she woke up in apanic, worried about the next part of their journey. Even thoughshe had no cause to be anxious, she simply was. She smiled toherself recalling how, even in his sleepy state, Crispin had heldher tight and covered her with his body until she had calmed. It’swhat he had done every night since their first night in London. Itworked every time. She would be ever grateful to him for knowingwhat to do for her. He never laughed or made fun or lost hispatience with her.
Holding hishand while sitting beside him, she gave his fingers a squeeze insilent appreciation of his presence.
They were tospend one night in Windsor. They were to arrive early afternoon,check into the B&B there, then go explore Windsor Castle. Gwenwas excited since they hadn’t gotten a chance to tour BuckinghamPalace. She didn’t think Crispin was too upset about that. As itwas, he was rather reluctant to tour Windsor Castle but he hadconfessed to feeling guilty about Buckingham, so he wouldn’t daredeny her Windsor.
Their B&Bat Windsor was a short taxi ride from the train station and Gwenwas excited to see their room. Since they’d gotten along so well inLondon, they had called ahead to the other places and changed theirbooking to one room instead of two. Apparently, Stacy had onlymessed up the first booking. Whether it had been intentional ornot, Gwen wasn’t even worried about it anymore. She had finallygotten a text from Stacy that morning asking how things were going.Not wanting to give too much away, Gwen simply texted back that shewas having the time of her life.
When the taxidropped them in front of the Red Rose B&B, Gwen couldn’t helpbut notice Crispin shudder at the sight of the place. It was quitequaint if not quirky with flowers everywhere, from the front gardento the interior decor.
“Lord, help us all,” Crispin grumbled, as he grabbed theirsuitcases and led the way inside. Wincing at the overtly floralwallpaper, he scowled in distaste while ignoring the grin on Gwen’sface. This time they were greeted at the front desk by a sternlittle old lady who took her time and wrote out everythingmanually. Gwen could barely contain her giggle, watching Crispinrole his eyes the entire time. But despite his huffing and puffing,Maude, her name was, would not be rushed!
“For Pete’s sake, was that painful or what?” he scoffed,dragging
