When Wishes Come True (32 page)

Bessie nodded and followed her friend to the door. ‘Make it half-past eight, then Milly will be in bed. I’ll make us a pot of tea, which is more than yer got tonight. I’ve been that busy talking I forgot me manners. It won’t happen again, sweetheart, I promise.’

Rita waved when she reached the opposite pavement. ‘Goodnight and God bless, sunshine, and go straight to sleep, no more laying awake, d’yer hear? Yer’ve given me enough to think about, but it won’t stop me from getting me beauty sleep.’

‘Goodnight and God bless.’ Bessie blew a kiss before closing the door.

As Bessie was closing her front door, Philip was holding his apartment door open for the two waiters to pass through. They were carrying boxes filled with crockery, glassware and cutlery used in the meal they had served earlier. The food had been delicious, and the serving of it faultless. This was much appreciated by Philip who, as they passed him at the door, gave them a pound note each to show his gratitude. Then with the door closed behind them, he rubbed his hands in satisfaction. Now he and Evelyn were alone, and from their conversation over dinner he was sure she was aware he was no longer going to be satisfied with kissing and petting. He wanted to possess her, and teach her the ways in which she could please and satisfy him. That wouldn’t happen in one night, and he wasn’t a cad who would force her into doing things she objected to. But his passion needed satisfying tonight, he could wait no longer.

Evelyn turned her eyes to meet his when Philip entered the room. ‘I must say, dear, that the meal was absolutely perfect in every way. I thoroughly enjoyed it.’

‘I agree, my lovely, it was far better to dine in comfort here than going out to a restaurant. I feel quite full, though, and think we should change into something not quite so restricting. Do you wish to use the bathroom first, or shall I?’

‘You go first, my dear, I’ll relax here until you return.’ Evelyn wasn’t afraid of what she knew was going to happen, it was inevitable if she was to keep him. But she wasn’t quite sure what was expected of her now. What did he mean by changing into something not quite so restricting? She wasn’t about to show her ignorance, nor make a fool of herself by asking, so she’d wait and see what Philip was wearing when he came back. ‘Hurry, my dear, I shall be lonely without you by my side.’

Her words were like music to his ears. ‘I shall be ten minutes at the most, my dearest Evelyn, I am loath to leave you for even such a short time.’ With that he turned on his heels and left the room, humming softly to himself.

Evelyn sat back in the comfortable couch feeling happy and contented. It had been a lovely day and Philip the perfect escort. He had walked with her down Lord Street, stopping when she spied anything in a window that caught her eye. She could have had anything her heart desired, but she refused all the evening and party dresses, saying what she really needed was a coat to wear for work. She only possessed the one, and it needed to be cleaned. So without further ado, and giving her no chance to object, Philip cupped her elbow and marched her into one of the elegant shops. To the assistant who hurried forward to help, he said, ‘My fiancée would like to see a winter coat. Would you bring several out for her inspection while we take a seat?’

Against Philip’s wishes, Evelyn chose one of the least costly coats, and nothing he said would make her change her mind. She would have loved several of them, but she couldn’t walk down her street in a coat that was obviously expensive nor would she feel comfortable wearing it to the office. So she chose one in a deep plum colour, in pure wool, that came with a matching scarf. She was delighted with it, could never have afforded one so fine with the money she had left from the five-pound note. And when she told the assistant she would like to leave the shop in her new coat, Philip was so delighted that she liked it so much she wanted to keep it on, he instructed the assistant to see his fiancée’s wishes were carried out. So they had left the shop with her old coat in a very exclusive shopping bag, and in her purse she still had money left from the five pounds he’d given her.

The opening of the door brought Evelyn’s thoughts back to the present. Although she was surprised to see Philip walking towards her in a deep maroon, heavy satin dressing gown, she didn’t let her feelings show. ‘You have been quick, my dear, and I really have to say you look extremely handsome.’

He bent to kiss her, then took her hand and pulled her to her feet. ‘Thank you, my darling, for the compliment. And I am sure that when you return from doing what women do, you will look very beautiful. Now, make haste, my love. I am eager to hold you in my arms.’

Evelyn took off her dress and hung it in the wardrobe, then stood for a while, not knowing quite what to do. She hadn’t seen any sign of pyjamas under the dressing gown Philip was wearing so presumed he was naked. This brought a blush to her face, and set her heart beating faster. What would he be expecting her to wear? Perhaps she should take herself to the bathroom to wash herself thoroughly with his beautiful perfumed soap, and brush her hair until it shone. She really did want to look her best to please him. Perhaps the red satin nightdress would be the most suitable item of clothing to wear. Or, like Philip, should she just wear the dressing gown to cover her nakedness? She shook her head. No, it would have to be the nightdress to spare her blushes. After all, it would be the first time any man had seen her naked, for her husband never had.

Having decided, she moved a little faster. She knew Philip would be impatient and she didn’t want him to come looking for her. She wanted to go to him, not the other way round.

Fifteen minutes later, a faint smell of the perfumed soap pervading the air, her face glowing and hair shining, she stood framed in the doorway of the lounge. She had no idea how appealing she looked. The satin and lace nightdress did little to hide her firm breasts, slim waist and curved hips. Philip sat drinking in every inch of her, until she became uncomfortable under his gaze. Her voice timid, she asked, ‘Do I pass inspection, then?’

He jumped up from the couch and crossed the room in a few strides. ‘My dearest darling, I have never wanted anyone so much in my life as I want you.’ He bent down, lifted her off her feet and carried her through to the bedroom where he laid her down gently on top of the bed. There was a look of trepidation on her face and her body was tense, which he didn’t fail to notice. ‘It’s all right, my darling, there is nothing to fear. If you don’t want it to happen, then it won’t. Please relax, we’ll lie together under the bedcovers.’

Her eyes averted, Evelyn felt him move his naked body closer. ‘Would you allow me to remove your nightdress, my darling?’ he asked. ‘Or would you rather not?’

She nodded, curious now that they’d gone so far to know what it was that Philip so desperately craved. ‘Yes, please.’ She raised herself from the bed to assist in the removal of the nightdress, and as it slipped over her head could feel her bare flesh next to Philip’s. A tingle ran down her spine. Then he lowered her gently before covering her body with his, whispering huskily, ‘Don’t be afraid, my darling, I want to teach you the pleasure that comes from love making.’

Evelyn could feel her body being caressed, and gradually it awoke in her a passion she had never experienced before. She gave low cries of pleasure as her body arched to meet Philip’s. And when he asked softly, ‘Am I pleasing you, my darling?’ she sighed and murmured, ‘Oh, yes, my love.’

Then she felt the weight of his body leave hers as he rolled away and lay next to her, his breathing heavy. ‘What is it, my love?’ Evelyn thought she had disappointed him in some way. ‘Am I not satisfying you?’

‘I don’t want what we have now to be over too soon, so let me rest a while. But you are the most lovable, adorable creature imaginable, and you possess a passion I was not prepared for. I want this feeling of ecstasy to last, my darling, therefore I must let my passion subside for a short while.’

Evelyn was too inexperienced fully to understand the meaning of Philip’s words, and in her naivety turned on her side and put an arm across his waist. As she was kissing his shoulder, she let her hand stroke his chest and heard him sigh. ‘Please take it easy, my love, I can only stand so much.’

‘Shall I bring us a drink in?’ Evelyn asked. ‘We left a bottle on the table and our glasses, I’ll go for them while you get your breath back.’ She was reaching for her nightdress when Philip stayed her hand. ‘No, go as you are, my lovely Evelyn. Seeing you naked is like seeing a dream walking.’

She knelt on the bed and kissed him, showing no sign of embarrassment or shyness at seeing him naked. ‘Yes, my master, I shall do your bidding.’

Philip watched her walking towards the door, delighting in the sway of her hips and long shapely legs. She really was a beauty, and he would hazard a guess no other man had touched her. For although she had lost her shyness and aloofness, and was perfectly at ease with him, she couldn’t understand why he had suddenly halted the love making. Any woman experienced in the ways of men would have known without having to be told. For him this added to the attraction she had for him. He had never felt like this about any other woman, and there had been plenty. Evelyn satisfied him in every way, and tonight he’d proved to himself, beyond a doubt, that he had fallen in love with her. But he wasn’t going to tell her so, she might not have the same feelings for him although he didn’t think it was just in his imagination that she was drawing closer to him. She’d amazed and delighted him tonight when she hadn’t tried to hide the pleasure she’d experienced as he’d fondled her. What was happening was something new to her, and he couldn’t even imagine the heights they could reach when she’d learned all he had to teach her.

Evelyn came through the door with a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other. The fact that she was naked seemed not to affect her at all. ‘Here you are, my love, your favourite wine. Sit up and I’ll hand you a glass. I’ll have mine sitting on the side of the bed. We can chat, and say nice things to each other.’

Philip sat up and plumped the pillows at his back before taking the glass of red wine from her. He watched as Evelyn poured her drink before sitting on the side of the bed and lifting her glass. ‘A toast, my dear, to a lasting friendship.’

As he sipped the wine, Philip couldn’t tear his eyes away from her breasts. So full and ripe, and so near he couldn’t resist the temptation to fondle them. As he did so, he felt a stirring in his loins and groaned. He couldn’t hold out much longer. ‘Put the glass down, my lovely, and get back into bed. My need is desperate and I can no longer ignore it. I’m sorry, it’s out of my control. I will do my best to be gentle, but tell me if I hurt you.’

The pain Evelyn experienced was sharp, but it lasted only seconds, and soon she was lost in a world she had never known, writhing in ecstasy with Philip panting above her. Wave after wave of the most thrilling pleasure she had ever known overtook her. She cried out while her hands clasped his shoulders. It was a wonderland for her of sheer sensuous pleasure. When Philip stopped, wanting to see on her face the pleasure he was able to bring about with his love making, she begged, ‘Don’t stop, my darling, please!’

He rolled away from her. ‘I am sorry, but to lose my head and carry on would be foolish. That is how babies are made. But I can satisfy your needs in other ways.’ He threw all the bedclothes on to the floor, then his hands began to stroke and explore her body as Evelyn, with her eyes closed, reacted to his touch by stretching, and arching as her passion reached peaks of pleasure she had never thought possible. In the end, she could take no more and begged, ‘Please, my darling, no more for now.’

He took her in his arms. ‘Am I right in saying you have never been made love to before? Never known what a wonderful thing passion is?’

‘You are right, my darling, I have never been made love to before. My husband was a good man who I had been courting for a while, but I never lay in bed beside him for he went away to war the day we were married.’ This was the first time she had talked of her husband to anyone since her parents and the Lister-Sinclairs had refused to believe that Charles was the father of the baby she was carrying, and had disowned her. She was left with nothing, except a baby who wasn’t born out of love, and a heart full of bitterness.

‘I don’t want to rake up the past, it achieves nothing. You know now as much as you need to know, and as much as I am prepared to tell you, for talking of it is painful. Let us leave the past in the past, and talk of more pleasant things.’ She stroked his cheek. ‘Thank you for being so gentle and understanding, and for showing me what I have been missing all these years. And most of all, thank you for making me into a woman who is complete. The last hour or so has been absolute bliss, unbelievably thrilling and very fulfilling.’

‘It is I who should be thanking you, my darling Evelyn. Last week in the office I said you were a slave driver. Well, you may be a slave driver in the office, but you are an angel in bed, and I adore you. Did I really please you?’

‘Oh, how can you ask that, my dear, when it must have been very obvious I was lost in a passion I didn’t even know I was capable of? If you had told me a few weeks ago that one day I would be walking around your apartment naked, or lying next to you in bed, I would have said you had lost the run of your senses. If you had tried to explain passion, and the delights it can bring, I would not have believed you. Oh, there is so much I have to thank you for, Philip, I really don’t know where to begin. You have taught me so much.’

‘Not everything, my darling, there is more for you to learn. And that is the way in which you can please me, and take me to the heights you have just come down from. Give me your hand, my love, and I will show you.’

Philip walked across the bedroom floor carrying a tray set with a pot of tea, a plate of pale golden toast, pot of marmalade, and the appropriate crockery and cutlery. He stood by the bed, gazing down at the sleeping form of Evelyn, and felt a quiver of excitement run down his spine at the memory of the joy she’d given him last night. He placed the tray on a small table near the bed, then gently shook her shoulder. ‘Evelyn, my lovely one, I have brought you some tea.’