Before Lucy could reply, the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Paul, it's Daniel. I don't think I can come back with clothes for Lucy."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"I was followed home by some of the reporters. They think you're planning on getting married."
Paul started laughing. "Now THAT is a new one for the press. Ok Daniel. We'll sort out something from here and let you know."
"Thanks Paul."
He hung up and turned to Lucy. He grinned at her. "Apparently you're to be the new Mrs McCartney."
Rose gasped.
Lucy looked at him, a mixture of fear and confusion. "What do you mean?"
"That was your dad. Some of the reporters followed his to your house. Because of his dog collar, they're convinced that I'm planning on getting married! They were trying to get information from your dad!"
"Oh Paul, I'm so sorry!" Lucy began.
"Hey, don't be," said Paul, sitting beside her, "I can't think of a more perfect person for the role of my wife than you." He nodded to Rose, who discretely left them. "Maybe just not so soon 'eh?"
She gave him a weak smile. "Sorry to cause all this hassle Paul."
"Lucy love, it's not your fault." He put his arm around her and gave her a gentle hug, "Lucy, this is what my life is like. The press want to know everything and anything that they can. I'm afraid I'm not the easiest person to be in a relationship with because of it. I should be apologizing to you."
She looked up at him. "I feel like I've made you look a fool Paul. I mean I fell over like some daft kid!" She turned away from him, shaking her head. "I'm sorry."
"Lucy, look at me."
She looked up. Paul stared intently, holding her gaze. "You are a kind, generous, loving beautiful woman who walked into my life three weeks ago. Lucy, you've transformed it! I mean that. Last night wasn't your fault. We were trying to be like any other couple and spend time together doing something nice. The press ruined last night Lucy. Not you falling over. Now take that notion from your mind OK?" He kissed her softly then stroked her cheek. "OK?"
Lucy nodded slowly. "OK. Thanks Paul. You're pretty lovely too."
He grinned at her. "Hooray! You've finally admitted you like me!" He kissed her once more. "Now clothes for you. How about I send Rose out to buy you some?"
"Buy some? Paul that's mad! I've got a wardrobe full of clothes at home!"
"Very true but they're a little inaccessible at the moment. I meant just one outfit at least. THEN, despite looking very fetching in them, you won't have to leave here with me dressed in my pyjamas!"
Lucy could see his point. Paul called Rose into the room and after getting sizes for Lucy, she headed out shopping. She returned just over an hour later with shopping bags. Lucy looked over the contents.
"Oh Rose, thank you so much! They're perfect! I'm so sorry to have put you to so much trouble!"
Rose smiled at the young woman. "No problem sweetheart. I'll leave you to get changed."
"Thank you again Rose." Lucy called as she left the room.
It was a few minutes later that the bedroom door opened.
"Paul!" Lucy clasped her unfastened bra to her chest, "You should have knocked!"
"Oh sorry! I came to see if you cold manage on your own. I'll go!" He turned, beginning to close the door behind him.
"Paul...WAIT!"
"What's the matter Lucy love?" he asked through the partially closed door.
"I do need help actually." She called, "I can't fasten my bra with one hand."
"I'll call Rose for you."
"No! Paul, you come and do it. I'd be more embarrassed Rose doing it!"
"Are you sure?" Paul was still behind the closed door.
"Yes! Come on! I just want to get dressed!"
Paul came slowly in to the room. He stood awkwardly by the door. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather have Rose?"
"You've seen me now!" Lucy laughed, "So what's the point!"
He came and stood by her. "So what do you need me to do?"
"Fasten my bra at the back please then help me to put my shoulder strap over my bad arm."
"Ok. Turn around then."
Lucy turned around and after pulling her hair to one side, presented her back to Paul. He hesitated for a moment, fighting the urge to kiss her neck. There was a familiar stirring in his trousers. It had been a long time since he'd been with a woman and Lucy was gorgeous!
"Paul?"
He jumped and gently took the ends of the fastener. He struggled to match the hooks and eyes without touching her soft skin.
"What's the matter?" Lucy asked. She sounded impatient. "Can't you do it?"
"Yes, it's just a bit fiddly." He tried again, "There's one....OK. Finished."
Lucy turned to face him. "Thank you." She smiled, "What took you so long?"
Paul grinned. "I have to admit I haven't refastened many bra straps Lucy...I've undone some yes, but not refastened!"
She laughed. "I might have known." She tutted. "Right, can you help me with the last shoulder strap please?"
He stood in front of her and worked the strap carefully to avoid her cast. "Hang on. It's twisted on your shoulder!" He reached and touched her warm soft skin and untwisted the strap. "All done." He leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. "Is that OK?"
Lucy nodded.
"So what next?"
"My jumper please. I just need you to pull it from the top of my shoulder for me so it will stretch over my cast."
Eventually the jumper was on. Once more Paul found himself close to the back of her neck. He could fight the temptation no more.
"You have an incredibly sexy neck Lucy!" He whispered, and began to kiss it. He heard her moan softly. "You like that then?"
She turned herself around to face him. "I like you kissing me Paul. Neck, lips anywhere. Just keep kissing me!" She wrapped her good arm around his neck. "What are you waiting for?"
They began to kiss once more. Tongues entwined and dancing. Passions rising, he moved down to her neck once more, kissing and sucking as he did so. Suddenly he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed.
"I want you Lucy!" He told her, "I want you so much!"
To his amazement she nodded. "Please!" she murmured, panting.
He continued, pushing up her jumper and revealing the bra he had just helped to fasten. He stroked her nipples through the fabric, watching them bloom pert and hard. Lucy reached down and began to stroke the front of his trousers. He moaned loudly, his penis becoming rigid and large almost immediately. She undid the zip and reached inside. Paul felt like he was going to explode. "Lucy! Lucy!" Suddenly he shouted, "Lucy STOP! Just STOP!"
"I don't want to!" she teased, her hand now inside his underwear and stroking his penis.
In desperation Paul reached down and grabbed her hand. "STOP! NOW LUCY!"
He saw her shrink away from him, hurt in her eyes. "What...what did I do wrong?"
Paul caught her hand. "Oh Lucy, Lucy, you haven't done anything wrong!"
"Then...?" she stopped and looked down, avoiding his gaze."
"Lucy! Lucy look at me! Lucy, you were driving me wild! I was gonna cum all over you!"
"Really?"
"Oh Lucy, of course! How could I not? You're an incredibly sexy woman!"
"Then why tell me to stop? I don't understand."
"Because it took me all my time to stop myself from ripping your knickers off and making love to you. That's why."
"Would that...but that's what I..." she stopped.
"Lucy, talk to me."
She looked up at him. "That's what I wanted Paul."
"What is?"
"For you and I to make love. I love you Paul. Very much."
Paul looked stunned. "But you were adamant that you wanted to wait!"
Lucy shook her head. "I didn't say I wanted to wait Paul. I said I wanted to be sure. I wanted to be sure of how you and I felt about each other."
"And?"
"And now I am sure." She smiled at him, a soft loving smile then reached up and stroked his cheek. "You've been kind, loving, protective, generous and amazing fun and dare I say it, very sexy. I've fallen for you Paul." She kissed his lips gently, "And because of that, I wanted us to share those feelings more by making love." She kissed him again, over and over.
"Lucy...you're making me want you more and more!" Paul groaned, returning the kisses.
"Then love me Paul. Please. Show me how much you love me."
He laid her gently back down on the bed. "You're certain about this?"
"Totally."
They began by slowly undressing each other then lay skin to skin, just holding on to each other. Lucy lifted herself up on her good arm and began to kiss his lips then tracing the outline down to his chest.
"You have a gorgeous hairy chest Paul." she whispered.
"Do I now?" he grinned softly, "Do you see anything else you like?"
"Mmmm." Lucy sat up, "let me have a good look. She nodded. "Your arms. Hairy arms." Her eyes wandered down his torso and settled on his erection. "Very nice. Looks good."
"Does it?" asked Paul innocently, playing along with her game.
She nodded. "I'm hoping it will feel as good as it looks. May I?"
"Feel free."
Lucy reached down and stroked his penis with her fingertips. "Nice." She gently began to pump it, making Paul groan loudly once more. She stopped, watching Paul calm down. "I like these too."
"What?"
"These!" She held his testicles in her hand and gently massaged them. Then, without warning she leaned over and took his penis in her mouth and began to move, causing Paul to shout her name.
"Lucy stop!" He called suddenly "I'll cum if you don't!"
This time she stopped then lay down next to Paul.
"That was amazing! My god! You are amazing!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it."
Paul leaned over to her. "My turn now. Is that alright?"
Lucy nodded enthusiastically, her whole body screaming for him. He praised her beauty and caressed her body with his mouth and hands. Finally they were both ready. He positioned himself. He could see her face full of desire and anticipation.
"I love you Lucy. I love you so much!" He whispered, kissing her deeply whilst pushing himself into her wetness. He paused and moaned. "You feel amazing."
He began to move, slowly at first, taking Lucy with him as he felt her pleasure building. Then faster. The room was quiet, save for their breathing and the delicious slurpy wet sounds of Lucy's arousal, a perfect counterpoint for the rhythmic 'slap slap' of Paul as he thrust hard into her. Faster still until Paul could hold back no more. He felt himself explode just as Lucy's insides quivered against him and she cried out his name.
He pulled out of her, overwhelmed by the power of what they had shared. Making love had never felt like that before, of that he was certain! He pulled Lucy close to him drew the covers over their nakedness.