I did more because people said they liked it.

He could not believe what was happening. Phyllis Baxter was in his bed, looking like a goddess, a slightly bedraggled and flustered goddess, but a goddess nonetheless, and reaching out for him, pressing her lips to his. She always did. Even running blindly through the rain; he had stolen a backwards glance at her and seen her, dark and striking, with drops of water beating against the sides of her face. But he'd needed to watch where he was going, and there was something sad about her appearance; the water had given the impression of tears and he'd looked away. But now, here she was, warm, mostly dry, in his bed, looking unquestionably happy. He groaned into her mouth, his hands resting on her waist, holding her against himself. The white sheets had gone clear in places with the water from their bodies, and he was fairly sure that the steam of the widow just above the bed was due to them. A distinctive flush had crept up her chest and her neck, visible on her pale skin, tinting her cheeks, she looked so beautiful, and just a little debauched, and it thrilled him that it was him who had made her look that way. He kissed her temple and she taste of salt and rain. He closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of her skin. One of her hands rested tenderly on his chest, and the fingers of the other were wound into his hair, tugging a little.

They lay their kissing each other for a long time, slowly, tenderly, thoroughly. His eyes closed as he tried to savour every touch but they washed over him too quickly, each one more forceful than the last until they engulfed him and he groaned again into her kisses.

She looked up at him with her brown eyes concentrated and serious, and yet still somehow so full of passion.

"I'm in love with you," she said quietly.

His heart thudded a little out of time as he took in what she'd said.

"I'm in love with you too," he replied.

A contented smile spread across her mouth, and it made his heart soar. Her arms were wrapped snuggly around his neck as he lay over her, bracing his weight as carefully as he could. He was hard against her thigh, but he had been waiting until she asked him to do anything about it.

Her eyes met his with a very tender look.

"Will you make love to me?" she asked him.

He hesitated just a fraction too long before he replied. He opened his mouth hurriedly to reply, but a frown had already creased her brow.

"What's wrong?" she asked him, "You know we don't have to-…"

"I want to," he replied immediately, "Please believe that. I'd have to be mad if I didn't."

He felt her arms relax a little as she leant up quickly and kissed him.

"Good," she told him, "Then tell me what's wrong?"

He let out a soft sigh.

"I'm worried I'll disappoint you," he explained quietly.

Her eyes dilated a little, with what he realised a second later was incredulity.

"Obviously you don't understand how this works," she told him softly, "Because if there was ever a chance that I wouldn't enjoy being with you, you've already taken care of that pretty successfully."

A smile was playing about her lips as she said it, and it made it difficult to concentrated. He suspected it was partially deliberate.

"I mean I'm worried that I won't last," he told her, "Once we're together."

"Oh my darling," she told him softly, her hand brushing tenderly against his chest again, "Don't worry about that, not for a second," her hand was moving further down, over his abdominal muscles, so close to where they were nearly touching, "You see, you're the only man who's ever given me what you just have. And I want to see you fall apart too. I want that very much," he gasped, she had taken him in her hand, and a second later, pushed on his shoulder to roll him over, softly reversing their positions, "Can you do that for me?"

He nodded mutely and she smiled contently, biting her lip a little as she parted her knees and straddled his waist. Her hands remained firmly on his chest, her eyes on his face, watching him carefully. She lowered herself down onto him, canting her hips to take him deep inside her. He groaned, and she smile broaden. She was leaning forwards and her breasts pressed together, her hair waving down her back. Risen above him, the light from the window reached her face, brightening what remained of the brown of her eyes, the rest was filled with the black of her pupils. She was mesmerising, he was blown away by her. She moved her hips like that again, and his jerked up to meet her. Leaning forwards, she latched her lips onto his again. He reached out his hand and cupped her breast, and he heard her sigh. Under her breath she was panting from the exertion of her movements, and he let his hand run down her body, touching her centre as he lifted his hips up to hers, trying to help her finish. It worked.

Her head thrown back, her body formed an arc and he buried his head in her breasts as he finished too. Her thighs clamped around his legs, holding him into her, and then she fell forwards, collapsing on top of her. He caught her in his arms, holding her tightly, helping her settle with her head resting on his chest, their legs still tangling together. Her arms wound around his neck again, and he kissed the top of her head. Somehow, he managed to pull the sheets up to cover them. He knew they could not stay here long, but they could for a little while. He didn't want this to end.

"I love you," he said softly.

Her eyes were closed but the corners of her mouth pressed into a gentle smile. The room, he noticed, full suddenly full of light. It must have stopped raining. His eyes had just settled on her again when her eyelids flitted open and she met his gaze with a look equally full of love.

"I love you too," she told him, kissing his cheek and resting her head once more against his chest.

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