Part 18: link

    Over dinner, Arthur asks about ব্রাঞ্চ tomorrow.
    “Tomorrow? So, not Christmas, then?” she laughs.
    “No, amazingly he had nothing planned.”
    She thinks. “Should be fine.”
    “Excellent.”
    “I’ll probably still be at your flat, anyway,” she laughs.

    They return to Arthur’s after dinner. The খাবার was very good, and Arthur wisely ordered spaghetti, something fairly easy to eat with one hand. Gwen had chicken Parmesan, one of her favorites.
    She sits on the পালঙ্ক while Arthur wanders down the hall for a few minutes. She leans back and closes her eyes. It has been a long day. A long couple of days. I really feel at প্রথমপাতা here. He keeps making me leave things here, so that’s probably why. I would redecorate a bit, definitely. Put a few homey touches in, some throw pillows on this sofa, for starters… She doesn’t hear Arthur return to the living room. He stands there watching her lounge on his couch, looking like a pampered princess.
    Arthur kneels down in front of her, sliding his right hand along her thigh, making her jump. She opens her eyes and smiles at him. He puts his head down in her lap, hand still absentmindedly caressing her leg, sliding back around her rump. She strokes his hair, gazing down at him. His hair is so soft, she thinks. That must be why I can keep my hands out of it.
    "Marry me, Guinevere," he says, lifting his head and looking up at her.
    "What?" She's not sure she heard him correctly.
    He takes her hand and kisses it, then holds it.
    “I প্রণয় you, Guinevere,” he starts again. “I now know that my life without আপনি in it would be no life at all. My হৃদয় belongs to you, totally and completely, and I want আপনি to know this. I want to always be with you. I want…” he pauses, “Guinevere, will আপনি be my wife? I know it’s insane, but—“
    “Yes, Arthur,” she croaks, her voice hoarse with emotion. She leans অগ্রবর্তী to চুম্বন him, pulling him up to the sofa পরবর্তি to her, where she gets him to sit and delicately climbs into his lap, minding his injured shoulder, স্নেহ চুম্বন him the entire time.
    “You… didn’t… let me… finish…” he manages between kisses.
    She looks at him. “I didn’t?” she says sweetly, then leans in and plants a passionate চুম্বন on him, running her hand down the right side of his chest, squeezing his upper thigh. “Go on, then.”
    He stares at her. He has a dazed look in his eyes. “I don’t remember what else I was going to say,” he says, হারিয়ে গেছে in her dark brown eyes. He kisses her once more, then does remember one thing. He pulls away gently.
    “Wait a moment,” he leans over and reaches into his pocket. He takes her hand and slides the ring on the third finger of her left hand.
    “It fits,” she says, surprised, and looks down at it. It is a beautiful ring, a large princess cut diamond flanked দ্বারা two smaller rectangular emerald-cut diamonds and a smaller circular diamond on each side, extending down the band. “It’s beautiful,” she says. Holy hell that is a HUGE diamond, she thinks.
    “It was my mother’s,” he tells her.
    “It was? How did আপনি get it?” There are tears in her eyes. It was his MOTHER’S. I can only imagine what it must mean to him. His earlier words drift back to her as well: on my way to the jewelry store. He never intended to give this ring to that other woman.
    He smiles at her and wipes the tears from her cheeks. “It wasn’t easy, believe me. I had to do a lot of convincing. First I had to convince my father that I knew he had it, and that I knew where it was.” He kisses her. “Then I had to convince him that it wasn’t inappropriate অথবা disrespectful for me to give it to you.” He kisses her again. “Finally I had to convince him that I wasn’t taking mother’s ring to cheap out on buying one for আপনি myself.” He kisses her again. “I would gladly buy আপনি a room full of jewels, but none of them would have the meaning for me that this ring has.” He pokes it with his finger. Then he kisses her again. “I’m happy it fits. We don’t have to have it sized, then. It probably could do with a clean, though, sorry.”
    Gwen laughs at this last statement, though she is still weeping tears of joy. “I প্রণয় আপনি so much, Arthur.” She leans over and kisses him, still in his lap. It is a little awkward with the sling, but she takes care to stay on his good side. She can tell that not having use of both his hands is just killing him. I can really take advantage of this, she thinks, and leans in closer, sweeping her tongue through the interiors of his mouth one আরো time, then breaking gently away.
    She climbs from his lap and walks to the window, where she pulls the blinds closed.
    “What are আপনি up to?” he turns his head, watching her. That dress is unbelievable.
    Gwen says nothing and walks back over to where he is seated and stands in front of him, just out of reach. She reaches back and pulls the zipper down on the back of her dress.
    “Oh,” he says, eyes darkening with desire. He moves to stand.
    “Sit,” she commands.
    “Okay.” He leans back on the sofa again, smiling and curious. So what’s this game, minx?
    The dress slides down off her shoulders, falling at her feet. She steps out and gently kicks the dress to one side with her bare toes. His eyes take in the sight of her in a black জরি demi-bra, that exposes a good portion of the tops of her breasts, and a matching black thong. Arthur groans and shifts a little uncomfortably in his seat. Wow.
    Gwen steps towards him and leans forward, lifting his chin to চুম্বন him. He reaches his hand up to touch her breast and she moans into his mouth. Then she pulls away again, back out of reach.
    “You are killing me, woman,” he says in a thick voice. Gwen smiles and reaches back and unclasps her bra, removing it and setting it on the floor atop her dress. He leans his head back on the পালঙ্ক cushions and groans again.
    She reaches down to her thong, and Arthur stops her, his head snapping forward, saying, “Leave it on a bit yet.” Gwen shrugs and walks back to him again. She kneels in front of him, her movements slow and deliberate. She undoes his বেল্ট and pulls it free from his trousers. He tries to help, and she stops his hand, gently saying, “No.”
    She carefully unbuttons his shirt, opening it but leaving it on, as his arm is still in the sling.
    “We could take the গুল্তি ছোড়া off,” he tries.
    “No.”
    “Okay.”
    Her tongue burns against his skin as she kisses his chest. She undoes his trousers. Her lips rove around and her left hand slides inside the শার্ট on his uninjured side. Her lips find his nipple and she slides her tongue across it and bites it lightly, the way he has often done to her. He exhales and slides his right hand down her back, fingers finding the ফালি and he toys with it briefly, fingers trailing to her backside. She works her way back up to his face, pressing her breasts against his chest, the contact making both of them tingly.
    She kisses his lips again, biting the lower one, and brings her hands back down to his trousers. He lifts his bum so that she can slide them and his underwear off all at once. She climbs into his lap, straddling him. He leans his head অগ্রবর্তী and takes one of her breasts in his mouth, his right hand holding it while his tongue strokes and teases the nipple into a hardened nub. Gwen plunges her hands into his hair, fingers grasping his scalp, making similar movements to the ones she made while washing his hair this noon. I’ll let him think he’s in charge for the moment, she thinks, gently guiding his head where she wants it to go all the while.
    His head moves to the other breast while his hand slides down her stomach, rotating at the wrist so he can slip it inside her panties. She gasps and digs her nails into his head just a bit, taking care not to hurt him. He strokes her with his hand, occasionally slipping a finger inside her, making her moan. She arches her back slightly, and he angles his hand down, nudging the ফালি down with the back of his hand. She smirks and releases him, leaving his lap again. He wilts slightly, disappointed to be robbed of her warmth again.
    Arthur’s disappointment doesn’t last long. Gwen walks away from him, turning her back to him. My God, he thinks as he admires her from behind. She seriously has the best looking গাধা I has ever seen.
    Gwen hooks her thumbs in the waistband of the garment, sliding them down halfway before turning around to face him. She slides them slowly down. Arthur actually feels pain watching her seduce him like this. He has never been this turned on, this hard before. Football. Tennis. Anything but that body. Don’t lose it before she comes back. He squeezes his eyes shut for a second.
    She starts to walk back to him, but hesitates and sneaks a look back to his room.
    “Wallet,” Arthur tells her in a rough voice, recovering some sense, “in my ট্রাউজার pocket.”
    “What? Oh,” she realizes what he’s telling her. She grabs the trousers and extracts the wallet, opening it and rooting around for a সেকেন্ড until she finds the packet.     She sets it on the side টেবিল and climbs back into his lap. She takes him in her hand, gentle but firm, running her palm along his length. He leans his head back and groans. She leans over and kisses the right side of his neck, running the tip of her tongue along the tendon that runs down the side, ending at his collarbone.
    She feels him start to lift his left arm. I don’t care, I need to touch her. She gently places her hand on his forearm, stopping him.
    “I hate this thing,” he laments.
    She presses herself to him, gently, so that his left hand can feel the soft skin on her stomach. He turns his hand slightly so he can feel her. “Thank you,” he says, smiling and pressing his lips to her neck.
    She shifts downward to rub herself against his erection. It catches him দ্বারা surprise and he bites her neck gently to প্রদর্শনী his appreciation. She giggles and does it again, reaching to the টেবিল as she does so.
    Gwen rolls the condom onto Arthur, then eases down onto him herself. He sighs and she strokes his face. He scoots downward slightly, allowing her better access. She rocks herself up and down, leaning into him as she does so, gently, seductively. He slides his hand around to grip her backside, guiding her movements in the only way he can.
    He reaches অগ্রবর্তী with his head and kisses her breasts as she moves atop him. She holds his head with her right hand, her left resting on his uninjured shoulder, stroking his warm skin.
    “Guinevere,” he breathes into her breasts. Even in their current state, her name on his lips makes her insides turn into hot liquid and she loses her rhythm for a second. How does he do that? Arthur chuckles against her skin at this, and she regains herself, leaning over to nibble his ear for a second. She teases the sensitive skin around his ear with her tongue a bit, then sits back up as she feels a welcome sensation starting to flood through her.
    Arthur’s head is thrown back, the muscles in his neck straining, and he bursts forth with a roar as he finds his release. She continues riding him, which now feels like sweet torment to him in this sensitized state, until she gasps loudly and grips his shoulder, throwing her head back and then অগ্রবর্তী against his forehead.
    He kisses her. “I প্রণয় you,” she tells him, still breathing heavily. He snakes his right hand around her waist, squeezing her to him. She leans into him, shifting position so she is no longer straddling him. Her hips ache a bit.
    “My Guinevere,” he whispers in her ear. She kisses the side of his neck.

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