Thinking Out Loud

Chapter 8

"Hey Di?" Joe called as he walked through the hall, leaving his office to go into the kitchen. "I've found a house, it looks amazing." He went straight over to where she was stretched out on the sofa and put his laptop on her knee. "It's in our price range and everything." Dianne turned her attention from the tv to the screen and looked at the slideshow of images running.
"Oo, that looks so nice. Where is it?"
"A place called Shere. It's in Surrey. It's a quiet little village, and it's only about half an hour away from London so it's good for both of us when we have work. There's schools around it, I think it would be good for us."
"It does look very nice. We should look round it," Dianne said as she scrolled down the listings, reading about the different things the house had to offer. It had five bedrooms, an office, the downstairs was mostly open plan but with a smaller 'cosy room' towards the back of the house, and the upstairs was spacious. All the rooms were decently sized and the three bathrooms were modern and fully equipped. The kitchen was a perfect size for them, with a square island in the middle and a breakfast bar with barstools. It opened up onto a big garden, with plenty of space to throw family gatherings or parties. The whole house was light and airy, and it seemed very homely.
"Shall I ring and ask?" Joe asked, sitting down next to Dianne.
"Go for it." As he picked up the laptop from Dianne's knee, his hand brushed against her inner thigh, immediately noticing the goosebumps that erupted onto her skin. Dianne felt an urge rush through her veins but she repressed it quickly, this wasn't really the time. Joe, on the other hand, seemed to be thinking differently. He was now plugging in a number into his phone with one hand, and drawing shapes on Dianne's thigh with the other. Pressing ring, Joe held the phone to his ear and turned to grin at Dianne, who couldn't muster anything more than a weak smile. Joe was enjoying this and as he spoke to the owners, his fingers moved ever so slightly upwards, now brushing against the one place that made Dianne weak. She grabbed at his wrist, head down, eyes closed, and bit her lip to control the moan desperate to escape. Looking to the side, Joe smirked at his girlfriend before he thanked the person who he was talking to and hung up.
"Joe," Dianne panted, her breathing heavy and fast. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing gorgeous," he said innocently, his hand still stroking her inner thighs.
"Joe, please," She breathed. "Do it, I want you to."
"Not here." He stood up and held out his hand for Dianne, leading her up to their bedroom. Dianne laid down on the bed as Joe whipped off his t-shirt, leaving his toned chest and back on show for Dianne. She bit her lip as he climbed over her and sat back, one leg either side of her legs, his bum resting against her thighs. Reaching a hand under her baggy top, Joe drew a line from the hem at the top, between her boobs, down to her toned stomach, and back up again. He didn't go any further, he was enjoying teasing Dianne. Leaning forwards, Joe moved up the top and kissed Dianne's stomach, making her arch her back without control. She had no control over herself now, and Joe knew it. As his kisses travelled up her torso, Joe pushed the t-shirt up until it was pulled over her bra. He reached around Dianne's back and played with the clasp, running a thumb over her covered breast as he released the back.
"Arms up," he instructed, grabbing at the folds of material. Dianne obliged and sat up slightly to help him pull off her top. He brought it over her head and from her body, dropping it the floor and turning back to his girlfriend. Joe leaned down once more and kissed along her collar bone and the top of chest. Dianne let out a quiet moan as his lips flew across her skin, goosebumps rising, back arching; she had couldn't help it anymore. Desperate, Dianne went to shrug her bra off but Joe stopped her.
"Let me?" He whispered.
"Okay," she replied, her voice breaking as she spoke. He took the straps between his fingers on both hands, and pulled them down her arms and over her hands. He lifted the bra up and away from her, letting his eyes roam over her body. She really was perfect.
"Joe, just kiss me," Dianne pleaded from where she was laid, half-naked, with her arms by her head, looking up at Joe with eyes that showed her desperation. With a small smile, Joe transferred his weight forwards and kissed her, gently at first. Running her tongue over his bottom lip, it was Dianne that deepened their kiss, until they were both panting. Joe pulled back and tried to regain his cool composure, just enough to pull her leggings from her body. Grabbing at the waistband, he slipped them down her legs and off her feet, leaving her in nothing but her little lace thong. It was going to happen now, there was doubt about it. Joe stood up and pulled his trousers down before putting his hand into his underwear draw and drawing out a small square packet, holding it up so Dianne could see.
"Are we trying?" He asked, almost nervously, hoping Dianne understood him.
"I want to, but only if you do too," she said after a moments thought. She watched Joe slip it back into the drawer and met his gaze, falling into the crystal blue irises of her boyfriends eyes. Joe climbed back over and pushed his hands under the sides of her thong, proceeding to pull it down her legs, over her feet, discarding it to the floor on one side. Dianne was now completely exposed and waiting.
"Kiss me," she whispered. Joe obliged, and kissed the bottom of her stomach, travelling further down with each one, until his lips were kissing where she needed them to. Joe climbed off her and pulled his boxers from himself. Turning back to the redhead, he kissed her neck, sucking slightly on her sensitive skin.
"Are you ready?" He asked. "I'll go slow."
"Go ahead," she whispered. As he regained his position, Dianne closed her eyes and swallowed thickly.
"Ah, oh my god!"