Own Me Tonight

"Arthur, are you going home tomorrow?" Helena asked hesitantly.

"Baby, are you throwing me out? I just arrived a few hours ago," Arthur playfully complained.

"No. I was just asking," Helena said, pouting. "I don't know when you can stay and leave since you already have too many responsibilities in your family and businesses. And I can't afford to hold you hostage, knowing there are people out there who need your help," Helena said.

"So, you wanna hold me hostage in your house? Is that your new kink?" Arthur asked with a smirk creeping on his mouth.

"No," Helena retorted. "It's not like that, Arthur," she blushed like a child. "What I mean is I can't keep you here with me even if I want to."

"But I'm here now and wanna stay with you tonight." Arthur reached Helena's cheek and traced a finger on her delicate pinkish skin. "Can we just talk about us now and no one else?" Arthur pleaded.

Helena nodded, her eyes closed. Arthur's touch on her skin felt like fire. He trailed a finger on her lips, and she didn't protest. She was expecting a kiss, but Arthur cleared his throat and whispered. "Baby, you're so beautiful with the blush on your cheeks."

As Helena opened her eyes, she was embarrassed; she caught Arthur showing an evil smirk on his lips. She rolled her eyes at him. "Such a tease," she whispered.

They plated the food and sat down to eat. Helena couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment. Despite the awkwardness, she enjoyed Arthur's company and their easy conversation.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over Helena's beach house as she and Arthur sat together at the dinner table. The scent of seared salmon and roasted vegetables lingered in the air, mingling with the soft notes of the jazz music playing in the background.

Helena watched as the flickering candlelight danced across Arthur's face, illuminating his deep blue eyes and strong jawline.

"Thank you for tonight," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's wonderful."

Arthur reached across the table, taking her hand in his. "I just wanted to remind you how much I love you," he murmured, his gaze never leaving hers.

Helena felt a familiar warmth spread through her chest, a reminder of their unwavering love. She squeezed his hand in response, her heart swelling with gratitude and affection.

"Let's go for a walk on the beach," Arthur suggested, rising from his chair.

"Oh Arthur, you are such a tease," but she agreed, following him into the fading light. Arthur had a smirk on his lips, knowing what Helena wanted.

As they strolled along the shore, the waves gently lapping at their feet, Helena felt a newfound sense of peace. With each step, the lingering doubts about Arthur's commitment faded, replaced by an unshakable belief in their love.

"Arthur," she said, stopping to face him, her eyes glistening with emotion. "I want you to know that I trust you. And I trust us."

"Helena," he replied, his voice thick with emotion, "there's nothing I want more than your trust and love."

Their lips met in a tender kiss, the saltwater breeze and the sound of the ocean enveloping them. As the kiss deepened, passion ignited between them, the desire they had been holding back now unleashed.

Hand in hand, they made their way back to the beach house, their bodies pressed close together as they entered the bedroom. Helena wrapped her arms around him and snuggled against him. Arthur felt her heart beating against his chest. He kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear. He trailed kisses down her neckline, stopping at the edge of her blouse. He undid the top buttons of her blouse, exposing her soft skin and sexy lace bra. He bent down to kiss the exposed skin of her cleavage and placed butterfly kisses.

"Helena, you are everything to me," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

"Arthur, I love you. You are everything to me too. I want you to own me tonight," her eyes pleading.

"You have no idea what I have in mind. I'll show you how much I miss you, baby."

"Oh, Arthur, I missed you so much..." Her words were suppressed as Arthur sealed her lips with a kiss.

He ran his hands up her thighs and pulled her pants off, revealing a sea of soft, milky skin. He loved the color of her skin and couldn't wait to taste it. He eased his lips down her body, kissing and tasting her all the way down to her legs. He licked her legs, leaving a trail of light, wet kisses up her thigh. He worked his way up to the juncture between her legs. He slid his hands up her thighs and onto her waist, pulling her hips forward so she was more at the edge of the bed.

He kissed and lapped her clit, his tongue sliding up and down in her fold, licking and sucking. She was so wet, and he knew she had never felt so hot and wet. Helena's eyes closed, and her breathing was shallow. "Oh god." She whispered.

Arthur kept licking Helena's clit. Helena was panting, her body shaking, as he continued to kiss and lick her. Her eyes closed as her fingers moved in circles in her clit. Arthur slid a finger into her pussy, slowly, gently, then with more force. She trembled, but her eyes were still closed. This time, a second finger was inserted into Helena with even more intensity until Helena came in his mouth repeatedly.

Arthur's hands were all over her now, massaging her breasts and tracing the curve of her hips. Helena gasped as he broke the kiss, and started to trail wet kisses down her neck, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin.

"God, I miss you, Helena. My baby, you smell so good," he sniffed her skin like a predator about to devour his prey.

"Yes, only for you, Arthur. I want you to taste every inch of me," she said, purring to the sweet sensation she was getting from every touch of Arthur's tongue.

Helena felt a sudden rush of desire wash over her. She wanted him now, at this very moment. She reached down and touched his bulge.

Arthur felt a stirring in his pants as he looked at Helena's sultry expression. He leaned in and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fierce intensity. Helena moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor. Their hands roamed each other's bodies, seeking out every inch of skin.

"Look at me, Helena," Arthur said, his voice low and husky.

She opened her eyes, gazing at him with lust. She was more than ready and aroused, and it was so obvious.

Arthur moaned as he watched his cock sliding deep inside her. He held her hips, pushing her down his shaft, making her moan louder. His thrusts were hard and deep, and every time, he grunted loudly.

"Please," she begged.

"Please? Please, what, Helena? What do you want?" he asked.

"I want you to make me come, Arthur."

"I'm going to pleasure you, Helena. Come with me, my love."

"Arthur," Helena whispered as he drove his cock deep inside her even more. He began moving faster and faster, each thrust a little harder than the one before. "I'm coming, Arthur. I'm coming!" she yelled as she began to shudder.

Arthur groaned and panted, holding Helena tight against him as he released all his pent-up lust inside her.

Helena and Arthur made love that night with their bodies entwined, giving themselves entirely to one another. Each kiss and caress was a testament to their unwavering devotion and commitment. In these moments, there was nothing else but them – no obligations, no fears, just pure love.

It was not just lust or hunger; it was a sense of connection, of belonging with another human being. He wanted to be physically joined with her and make her his. He wanted to love her, worship her, and until now, he never wanted that with anyone, not even Pamela.