Page 94 of Lipstick Kiss

“I’m not letting you go until I’ve felt you, tasted you and made you moan out my name,” he said.

Cynthia hadn’t put up a fight as she trotted after him and giggled as he pulled her into the room.

“The bed squeaks, so we’ll need to be inventive and use the floor,” Jonathan said.

Jonathan had already removed his shirt and trousers and thrown them on the bed. Cynthia found her hands betraying her spiteful brain, looping her handbag off her body and tossing it on the chair. Next came her dress. She unbuttoned the large fastenings down the middle of her dress and shook it off like it was an oversized shirt. She kicked off her shoes, and then Jonathan lifted her up, guided her legs to wrap around his waist, and lowered them to the floor.

“This is going to be quick, but I’ll get you there first,” Jonathan said between kissing her mouth and collarbone.

He pushed his boxers to get his cock free and then pushed her knickers to the side. When Cynthia slid down and rested on his thighs, she exhaled quietly through her nose, controlling the urge to cry out at the delicious intrusion. Jonathan was trying to work out how to get to her clit as her panties were in the way.

“I’ll do it. Just keep kissing me,” Cynthia whispered.

As his tongue delved into her mouth, her fingers found her clit, and she swirled as she lifted and dropped on his erection. It didn’t take long for either of them to come, but they did it silently, mouths fused.

For the first time, Cynthia didn’t feel the effects drift further than her pelvis. Her orgasms with Jonathan were usually whole-body experiences. This time felt different, and she couldn’t help thinking that Jonathan didn’t believe she was worth fighting for. Worth standing up to her father. She shuffled to the side and put her underwear back in place. Jonathan breathed deeply, still prone on the floor. His eyes were closed with a sweet smile.

Jonathan had a good time, and that was all that mattered. She was sure she had put her distant feeling down to the situation. As soon as they were on holiday, things would be different. She hurriedly put her shirt dress back on and donned her handbag. Jonathan was slower at dressing, but when he was, he pulled her close and kissed her senselessly. She felt the kiss down to her toes but still wanted to cry that she had to run off and look over her shoulder.

“I have to go. I don’t want the cabbie knocking on the door.”

“Okay. Let’s go down and say goodbye to Benny, and then you can wait for the taxi outside. We’ll wait inside, stand in the living room window, and wave you off.”

She didn’t know what had come over her this time, but she burst into tears.

“Hey, Cyn, come here,” he said.

She was already in his arms but burrowed closer into his embrace. Cynthia was so sad, but their meet-ups hadn’t been detected in two decades, and she wasn’t about to risk it now. They had the child they’d longed for. If her father found out, she’d never see either of them again. She didn’t doubt her father would carry out his threat to make Jonathan disappear permanently. She couldn’t publicly claim Benny because they’d made it look like he was his cousin’s child.

So many elaborate lies to keep what little time she had.

Once the tears stopped, she took a tissue out of her handbag, let Jonathan blot her face, and kissed her quickly.

“Let’s go before Benny eats all the pies,” Jonathan said and grinned.

They’d only been gone twenty minutes, but their son languished back in the spindle chair like he’d eaten a roast dinner rubbing his belly.

“Hi, Mum, these pies are so good. You should have some,” he said.

“Maybe another time. Come and give me a hug,” Cynthia said with a watery smile.

“Is it time already?” he whined.

“Yeah, but I’ll see you soon, Benny.”

Her son stood and staggered over with his fake pie drunkenness and cuddled into her. It wouldn’t be too long before he wouldn’t want to be seen showing his mum affection, so she took them while he offered.

“I’ll see you in six weeks,” she whispered into his hair and kissed his head.

“See you at the end of term. Where are we going this time?”

“It’s a surprise,” she said.

It was always a surprise. To Cynthia, too, as they had to plan to get away last minute depending on what lies she could spin at Turner Hall. So far, Imelda and Freddie didn’t pay her much attention unless Freddie threatened her with her meanness to his wife. She didn’t know when her luck would run out.

“I’ll walk you to the door,” Jonathan said to Cynthia. “Benny, go into the living room and stand by the curtains to watch your mum head off.”

“Okay,” he chirped and scuttled off.

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