Finding Shelter after the Storm

She gave him a wobbly smile and reached out to take his hand. Flynn looked so darned cool in his tan suit and a navy-blue cotton shirt that was open at the neck. The man never let his standards slip and she could understand what had drawn her mother to him some years ago. Their affair had endured. He still had his neatly trimmed stubble beard, only his wavy hair that was brushed back from his forehead had gone a little greyer than before.

There was nothing but concern for her to be seen in his eyes and the set of his lips. She'd made an effort to put on washed-out grey denim jeans that hugged her hips, the button fastening to be seen whenever she moved and her white tank top rode up, a grey summer cardi a finishing touch. She'd forsaken all jewellery save for a thin beaded band on one wrist and her hair was braided in a way that she knew that he liked to see.

"I'm glad that you're here with me...really glad." She kissed his cheek and clung to him for a moment, breathed in his familiar, musky, body scent that was so ragingly different from the man who had defiled her and taken away what had been the order in her life. "I'm all packed with what I need, so we can go. I don't want to be here a moment longer than I have to."

"Come on then, the car's only a house or two away. I was lucky to find a slot so close to your place. It's all locked up is it?"

"Yes, it is. I seem to do nothing else but check that it is," she sighed, her words soon resonating with him. She met his considerate look and tender smile and knew that he would help her get through to a better place again.

He gazed up at her room window and then at the wall that ran between the two properties. Her assailant must have been agile, but the short ladder that lay against the side of the house, one end just visible to him, was an invitation to anyone to use and gain entry through any window left open. He could only hazard that she would have been followed and the man had seen which room she was in. He had returned in the dead of night so that no one would have been around to see him, and the streetlights cast poor pools of light over their immediate surroundings.

'Leave it all behind you, for a while. I'll help you with that."

"I know you will...and don't keep looking at that, please?" she asked in a trembling voice and clutched his arm in an attempt to pull him away.

"Sorry, but your mother will only ask me what I saw while I was here to collect you."

"Let's just go home, please?" she now implored her voice insistent.

She clung to his arm possessively, even for the few steps it took to reach his gleaming, yellow, Jaguar F-type. He was ragingly successful in the companies he ran and yet he had made the time to collect her. She wondered how it would look, a young woman getting into a handsome, and rich, man's car as he was seen to put her bags in the trunk. She dismissed the thought; of a young woman off for a weekend with her older lover, but perhaps that was just what she needed.

"Come on, let's get home and have supper...we can talk as we go or wait until we get back?"

"We wait. I just want the time to talk to you about anything and everything."

She knew that her voice held uncertainty, that her emotions were there for him to hear and see, but she just wanted to be with a man who showed her respect and concern, just as he had always done, along with the loving affection that he was unashamed to show her mother, even when she was present. She wanted some of that back; in fact, all that had been taken from her in that room he had been seen gazing at.

"I wonder how I'll ever go back there," she whispered as she took one last look as they passed the house.

"If you do, it will only be for a short while. I have a plan and your mother will have to agree to it."

She touched his hand and then gripped it, unashamedly. Her mother's man seemed to have time and concern for her too, and not just empty words. In him, she now believed, she had found a comforter and a friend.

"Thank you. That is what I wanted to hear."

♥

They all had tense moments as she recalled everything that had happened, down to the smallest details, her mother shuddering from the images of what Anwen's words conjured up. Flynn was visibly angry and held out a hand to her that she gripped fiercely as they sat at the kitchen table and talked. Catrin was visibly relieved that she had him by her side to help her through the ordeal of hearing her daughter speak of her defilement. Even at such a moment, in the calm of their home, she could not believe what had happened.

And then, in the days that followed and when she was given time to be on her own, or she sought out their company, Flynn revealed that he was already intent on buying her a small apartment, with a secure entrance lobby with cameras monitoring the front door.

"I've already put a name down for a two-bedroom place...so that you could have a trusted friend to live with you. Some rent could be charged to them to help with running the place. When you're through, and graduate, we sell up and we go from there."

"You've done all that and for me?" Anwen cried out and embraced him unashamedly, Catrin looking on in some bewilderment.

Flynn acknowledged her look with a silencing stare.

"Yes, you're precious to your mother...and it's for the best. Too many reminders will keep you from studying and we'll get to worrying about you.."

"And I'm precious to you or you wouldn't have done it!"

"Anwen, darling...really!" Catrin laughed in some dismay at her girl's forthright ways of prompting him to say it.

"Yes. It goes something like that for me too," Flynn smiled. "Life can be too much of a roller coaster ride as it is, without having to cope with all of that too."

And then, after all the talk, they spent time together out of the house and did crazy and distracting things, especially the theme park visit and the breath-taking rides; the loops and swirls, the heart-stopping dives, and then the soar into the sky before another dizzying fall. Anwen knew then, when she was in a two-seater car rattling over the rails and she gripped his arm, that she was with him as never before. She had been sharing in the thrills that feeling him so close, and the mayhem of emotions that doing this with him alone aroused in her. They were different and irrepressible feelings that nagged, and throbbed, in her pussy. She wanted those feelings to be shared, the excitement brought on by anticipation, the sharing of a strange calm, a special love taking them to unbearable heights before the giddying fall into raging pleasure. She wanted him to make love to her.

"You two go, that's too scary for me!" Catrin had laughed. "I'll sit over there and watch you."

"Come on then, I'm game if you are!" Flynn had urged on a laugh and then tugged on her hand.

"Yes, I am!" she had whooped, her wish to be close to him once more made only too real. The crazy thrills of the rides, and that Catrin dipped out of but not, bizarrely, the floorless and often inverted four-carriage ride, kept her state of arousal and bond with him at an unquenchable high.

She got to wondering, during the hours of the night, afterward, and with the knowledge that Catrin had to leave for two days on a business trip that could not be deferred, how she could be in the house and alone in her bed when a man she had grown to love, more deeply, was not so far away; a man restrained in his actions but attentive in the concerned looks that she kept on meeting.

The drift of his eyes over her, at times, had suggested that he too had to deal with thoughts of them getting together as never before.

♥

"Sorry," she said, hesitating, as she came into the kitchen and saw Catrin standing close to him, Flynn with one arm around her waist and Catrin pushing back against him in response to what were his touches upon her.

"Come in, supper's almost ready," Catrin smiled on seeing her hesitate on whether to join them.

"Okay. Can we have some wine with the meal?"

"Of course," Flynn assured her. "There's some in the fridge's wine cooler. I'll get it for us all."

"It's okay, I will."

She smiled at him and knew again that they looked so good together, Catrin in a billowy-sleeved blouse and baggy slacks, a colourful string of beads dangling down onto her cleavage, made visible by the purposeful unbuttoning of her blouse. Flynn was attractive Flynn, in faded jeans and a collarless white shirt, the sleeves taut on his toned arms.

They were into each other, but she also sensed that Flynn had become involved with her too; that what had befallen her through no fault of her own had to be made good, somehow, and soon.

In the morning Catrin would be gone and she would have but one more day with him before she too had to return to university and a place that aroused memories that were never far beneath the surface of what had become happy and ordered days once more.

♥

Flynn and Catrin were dressed for work, Catrin impeccably smart and her hair combed out and braided to perfection; Flynn in his smart dressed-down ways of it but not as casual as he had been seen in the past few days since he had brought her home.

"Be careful and look after yourself," Catrin kissed and hugged her tight. "Flynn will ensure that you have settled again, later today, I understand."

"That's for me to say, Mother. I haven't decided yet...sorry."

"Flynn has his work too, you know?"

"I'll deal with it all, Catrin, darling...so stop worrying," Flynn told her and decided to intervene. He didn't want them to part with an argument. A decision on when to take Anwen back to Cardiff had still to be made with any certainty, and he would work around that decision of hers whenever it came.

They kissed and Flynn followed Catrin out to her car, more modest than the car he drove.

Anwen felt it again, only more intensely, the nagging cramps of longing for him and aroused by seeing how they were together. She longed for and needed some of that overtly passionate attention paid to her. The thought of them together in bed, in a room down the landing from her bedroom, had made her feel restless during every night that she had been in the house.

There remained love and respect in the looks and touches that they shared, at times, even when she was around, and there was always a sense of longing, of suppressed lust, as if they were still in the early days of a relationship, and that deeper emotions were at work in them. She did not think it was an act just to reassure her that she would find that for herself, and soon.

Yes, it would have to be soon.

She coveted that man, lusted after him as she had done on those rides, and felt the strength in his arms and hands whenever she clung to him out of both fear and pleasure. She needed him to restore her faith in what could happen between two people, feelings of love and not domination, submission, and control over you, but the display of genuine respect.

She wanted her body to be loved by a man; her thoughts and feelings needed to be aroused again by a loving man and she wanted that man to be Flynn, someone she knew and that she had taken to loving, and yet knowing that she would be claiming the attention of her mother's man, companion, and lover.

It was far from simple, but she wanted precious time with him, not to take Flynn away from the woman that he was often seen to show that he loved.

♥

Flynn called out to her as the front door closed behind him.

"I'm home Anwen, the work for the day's been done! I've also made an appointment for us to go and see a place when I take you back to uni!" He was startled to see her as Anwen walked across the entrance hall to meet him, her bare feet making not a sound on the tiled floor with its scattering of rugs. "You're still not dressed."

He said it lamely, taken in by her appearance. She was still wearing a short-sleeved pyjama set, the hems scalloped, and with deep red hearts on a soft pink background. It looked so ragingly attractive on her slender-legged figure. She now gazed wonderingly at him, even coyly.

"No, I decided not to as I want to let go of my feelings."

"And what are they?" he answered as if he didn't know. There had been moments with her that had felt like he had been treading on eggshells. He shrugged off his suit jacket and hung it over a chair, sensing her closeness as he did so.

"These are my feelings..."

She decided to throw caution to the wind. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his mouth. Flynn froze for a moment and then kissed her back. The kiss went from a firm press of their lips to an exploring of tongues in open mouths, the clamp of hands to each other's bodies, Anwen shivering as his fingers brushed over her skin. Her pyjama top had ridden up as she embraced him. Anwen kissed as if she had been starved of attention, and his kisses sent shivers of longing and release coursing through her body; provoked the first flush of moisture in her pussy and a tightening in her breasts.

"And you need this from me?"

"Yes, and now I can really let you know how much!"

She shivered under his touches and felt Flynn shake as he caressed her in a slow seducing rhythm that progressed over her tummy before he held her hips under the scalloped edge of her pyjama top. She fumbled for the silk drawstring of her pyjama shorts but he stopped her from going further.

"Anwen, I don't... I mean I'm not sure if this is such a good idea. I understand the reasons for you feeling the way that you do."

"Then help me to know that it can be different!" She clung to him, jumped into his arms, and was soon locked in a fearsome embrace as she wrapped her legs around his waist and they stood in the cool of the hall. She kissed his lips, softly, before whispering in his ear. "Please, I need to feel loved again and not just used."

"Daring girl, this is just crazy what you're asking of me."

And yet he responded to her kisses, felt the blood swell his prick as she was held to him, his hands cupping her buttocks and she ground against his erection. They held each other tight and kept on kissing, exploring each other's mouths.

"And...and I know that you want me...I...I can feel it!" she gasped, lifting her face to look at the ceiling as she felt him surrender to her wishes, his warm, slow, breaths on her throat before he pressed his lips to her breastbone, then held her so that his lips tugged on her nipples, so hard against the fabric of her top.

Anwen began to grind her pussy against his cock as he held her close. Even through the cloth of his suit trousers, she could feel his shaft pressing against her pussy's lips. She ground on him as if she could be fucked through their clothes.

Through snorted kisses and questing caresses, he carried her up the stairs to her room, Anwen clinging to him and breathing deeply. What she dreamed of doing with him, as she touched herself when alone in her bed, would now be made real.

She watched him strip off his shirt and trousers and saw the domed head of his penis poke out over the waistband of his briefs, a well-known brand name printed on it. Flynn was still lean for a man of his age and she reached out adoringly and fell into his embrace.

They were naked in each other's arms and she exulted, knowing that there was no longer any barrier between his wonderfully long and thick penis and her wet folds, her pussy soon to welcome his presence within her.

"You're beautiful...so beautiful," he kissed, "but I shouldn't be the one to help you through."

"Yes, you are...yes, you are! I know you and want you to be my help!"

He could feel her wetness lick his shaft as he moved to caress her pussy's lips with it, to rock and brush against her until the head of his penis, so swollen with his longing for her, parted her lips and penetrated into her wet heat.

"Go on!" she yelped as she felt him enter and move to caress what he could before penetrating further. "It doesn't hurt!"

"Are you sure...quite sure?" he asked through snatched kisses but it was too late. He was in her, slowly opening the way to his full penetration of her young body, her skin so warn against his chest and the walls of her pussy slowly closing around him.

"Yes, but make love to me on the bed...do that for me, Flynn! Make love to me, not have sex with me! I need to feel that!" She pressed her mouth to his lips, then tore them away as she was made to lie back and he settled between her parted legs. Kisses, lambent and lingering, trailed over the soft skin of her thighs as his fingers gently touched her wet lips, parted them, and stroked. "Flynn! I need this from you so bad...so bad!"

Her squeals filled the room and she bucked her hips but could not break free of his plaguing claims upon her. She tugged on his hair and met his soft smile.

"I'm here for you...only for you now. Let this be our secret way of helping you through. I'll do that for you lovely Anwen...you lovely woman."

He trailed kisses over her tummy, sucked on her proud nipples, and swirled his tongue over them, his hands gripping them in a soft, but insistent caress, his claims upon them making her writhe. He did all this as one hand gripped his penis and tapped the domed tip to her opening, slipped over her pussy's lips before he entered her body once more, and allowed her time to adjust.

"I won't stop, not now...you know that don't you?" he breathed on her lips.

The fierce grip of her hands on his buttocks pulled him in, and his shaft was soon buried to the fullest extent that her body allowed. She caressed his back, gripped his slowly moving hips with her thighs, and her hands then offered sliding caresses to his back, his buttocks, then between them, her nails pricking the base of his spine.

He shuddered and jerked, plumbed her deeper as she did that. "You're doing it so well for me!"

"And you're loving me...loving me...go on!" she gasped, writhing underneath him and her body feeling on fire, her chest tightening and her breaths hitching in her throat. He seemed to fill her, to have her feeling that his penis was up near her throat and that she was at one with him and not being used. He mesmerized her and she did all that she could to share in the act, to keep on being as one with him...her lover and, yes, her saviour from the ragingly destructive thoughts that another's ways had aroused in her.

The rapist would not continue to have a debilitating hold upon her.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No...never that, no!" she replied, gasping with an effort to keep up with him as he began to pant from his efforts in fucking her to a sublime conclusion. It felt unreal; it felt amazing in its ferocious yet loving tenderness. He felt so deep inside her, caressing and finding places to sustain her pleasure. "I'm loving with you, darling...darling Flynn!"

The movements of his hips and the beguiling thrust and slip away of his thick cock are soothing in their slow, hypnotic movements within her. They are like the swing of a metronome set to a slow beat, regular and unhindered until her responses, her calls to him, urge the tempo to increase, the counterweight shifted until the thump of his body, the movements of his shaft within her body are manic and intensely purposeful. They became caught up in a frenzy and her pussy contracted around him in perfect sync, massaging his muscular cock and her clawing hands, bucking hips, and caress of her slender thighs on his body seducing him to surrender, to release everything, every wad and trickle of his semen that had been produced for such a moment.

"Flynn...oh Flynn, how could you do this to me?"

She was gasping for breath and began to shudder in pleasure and fear; felt the first dart of cum expelled into her, its warmth and intrusion tipping her over the edge, had her moaning his name as the pleasure seemed to expand like a flower bursting into bloom and she would be overwhelmed by her orgasm, the raging destruction of her control over him as he found her.