Stand By Me Darling
Chapter 274: Slow and Steady

Chapter 274: Slow and Steady

That room in the mansion in the middle of nowhere, filled with the ambiguous sounds of the slight moans of a woman. The man unable to find words for the love overflowing in him, showed his love by his gentle caresses and kisses on her.

"Stop!"

Talia hissed when she felt his hands got to her thigh. Their kisses have deepened and Talia knew where it would lead.

"You’re wearing a short dress," Arthur slowly traced his hand up her knee. "And you’re wearing stockings, not pantyhose as you always do." he pulled the garter belt.

Looking at her face with delicate makeup and that red lipstick that were now messed up by him, he could see how much she dolled herself up to meet him.

"Fred, I’m hungry. Let’s go eat first." Talia pushed him back. She was lying on his forearm and his other hand was holding her garter belt and slowly inching towards her...Lady parts. His warm fingers touched the smooth skin of her thighs and Talia felt like she was taken on a ride to some distant galaxy of pleasures, she got used to before. But she just couldn’t handle the greed-filled eyes of Arthur that wanted her. She wanted to prepare herself more.

Will it hurt?

As if her words went through his other ears, Arthur pulled his other hand from under her neck and started to unbutton the coat she had buttoned up while his other hand pulled the suspender belt further. Oddly she craved that warmth from his finger after it left her skin.

Before she could put up any resistance, he let go of the stretched garter belt and placed his hot palm above he belt.

Along with a gentle flapping sound of the belt, a sound of the moan of a woman was heard in the room.

Talia moved her mouth not knowing what to say as she was surprised that she let out a moan by this.

Arthur smirked hearing her moan and bent and started to kiss her deeply. His hands easily reached her privates as her defences were successfully breached already, and his slender fingers did what they liked to do perfectly.

Her little hands clung on to him like he was her saviour and she was entirely immersed and ready for him to go the next step. Her fingers slowly reached his trousers and started to unbuckle his belt.

"Aren’t you hungry , let’s have dinner..."

Talia’s enthusiasm was dampened by the words uttered by the man above her with a messy hair and wrinkled shirt.

" Me...? Hungry? " Talia’s voice went to a higher pitch wondering why Arthur is getting up, fixing his shirt.

" I’m hungry. Let’s eat first. Hurry up and get down. I smelled a really nice chicken roast when I entered." Arthur hummed a happy tune and started to tuck in his shirt and buckled his belt while she still could see the stiffness in his trousers.

Talia stared at him perplexed, fixing her dress that was pulled up to her chest by their hot kissing session minutes ago.

What got to him now?

"Come on, hurry up Iris!" he rushed her. " Get ready and get down. I’ll set the table and wait for you downstairs."

Seeing her perplexed look, he paused. As he looked at her, she looked like she was about to cry and he wondered if she is thinking that he is avoiding intimacy with her.

Actually that is far from the truth and she should know that. No matter what, he won’t avoid getting to be close to her. But he knew his little member is very excited. He’d been imagining this for a long time and now after their little talk, he felt his heart overwhelming with his love for her. He knew, the moment he enters her, he’d finish and then she’d say some dreaded words like ’That’s it?’ and whatnot.

She had planned and prepared a lot to surprise him today and he wanted to give her the best he can offer. So he wanted to slip to the bathroom and relieve himself first before dinner, and afterwards he could slowly and blissfully enjoy his time, connecting their souls through their bodies.

Slow and steady... Gentle and fierce... To savour her like a treasured delicacy.

Of course he cannot tell her that since his ego wouldn’t let him admit it. There is another reason too and so he explained that to her.

He walked to her and half-knelt beside her on the floor and held her hand.

"I want to see you descending down the stairs wearing that short red dress and red lipstick just like you planned to do yesterday when you decided to surprise me, Iris.... Just like you planned, before I ruined it with my pettiness. So get ready and come down. I’ll be waiting. "

Talia’s heart that was pondering various possibilities on his sudden retreat, calmed down seeing the sincerity in his eyes.

" Okay then. I’ll be down soon, " she patted his hand with a genuine smile." I wanted to cook for you, but... "

" It’s fine, Chef Fernando is a much better cook than you," he grinned ear to ear. He expected her to angrily retort him, but she was too happy to get angry now.

" Love you, Iris. " Arthur got up giving a peck on her lips and left the room after closing it.

Talia held her chest that was beating erratically watching the back view of the man leaving the room.

I’m so happy, I can die even now. How did I get this lucky to have him fall for me?

Talia removed her coat and started fixing her clothes and makeup as quickly as she can.

Arthur looked at the time in his watch. It was five minutes past seven in the evening. He could hear the door unlock from upstairs and he lit the candle and dimmed the lights in the dining area.

He didn’t know why he felt nervous, but he felt a little nervous.

If anticipating her arrival wearing a red dress makes me nervous, how nervous would I be waiting for her arrival in a white dress, he wondered.

Ah... I’m going to cry seeing her in white dress, walking towards me holding her grandpa’s hand am I?

Arthur felt bad laughing at Roderick and mocking him on his wedding day for crying seeing his bride entering the hall.

Mmm... No, I’m not like Rod. I won’t cry.

Folding his hands over his chest to hide the nervousness, he looked at the stairs. The lights at the stairs were bright and it made it clearer for him to watch her.

He watched her pristine and graceful figure, descending down the floating stairs with a smile. She was tracing her hand through the rails casually and the nude high heels she was wearing made a clicking noise as she descended.

The red dress contrasted her smooth porcelain skin that had no blemishes and made her look more stunning. That beautiful face with that perfect red lipstick, that low neckline with thin straps, that swaying waist, that long legs walking towards him... If she said he was mesmerised, then it would be an understatement.

She is perfect! And she is mine. Mine alone!

Arthur felt his heart beaming with happiness and he picked up a rose from the vase on the dining table and walked to her.

Holding her hand, he gave the rose to her.

"For the Princess."

"Well thank you, good sir," Talia accepted the gift with a smile. The man giving the flower is handsome and sincere. She will accept it even though he didn’t buy it for her.

He had the exact reaction as he wanted him to have and she was pleased with all the efforts she took.

It’s all worth it. She felt warm in her heart.

"I met the King today." Arthur opened up as they were eating. "He said I won’t be suitable for you and it got to my head. And I saw those articles from Rosandale and..." he gulped and looked at her. She paused her chewing even and stared at him for a good minute.

In fact Talia was surprised he’d ever think that he’d be unsuitable for her. Isn’t that the reverse? I’m the one who doesn’t deserve him. And he feels insecure too?