Saved By The Firefighter
Chapter 97

OH, MY WORD!

Seriously, I am sure Whip-Me thinks I'm some sort of contortionist, and not a middle-aged woman, but oh wow, this position he has me in, bent like a damn pretzel, is so good, I'm coming apart with each thrust of his rock hard, giant love stick. "Yes, harder," I cry out, literally, I have no inhibitions left after a two-day s*x-a-thon with the sexiest man alive. "AHGHGHGHGH" I shout suddenly, as Whip-Me stills.

"Are you OKAY?" he asks, pulling out of me, as I unbend myself and practically fall to the floor.

"s**t, ouch, ouch, ouch!" I cry out.

"Joanne, s**t, sorry baby, are you okay? What have I hurt?" he cries out, his face full of desperate pleading, his eyes swirling with worry and concern.

I am unable to answer, scrunching my face up. f**k me this is painful.

Finally, I'm able to gather a breath, to let him know what is wrong with me.

"I am okay, just, ... f**k, cramp all down my leg from my hip to my calf."

Whip-Me gathers me up into his arms and lays me back flat on the bed then lifts the leg I am clutching, as my lady bits expel the air, he has pumped into my shaven-haven, with a loud rasp.

Why me? Could this be any more embarrassing?

Whip-Me ignores my farting fanny, and pulls my toes back, rubbing the muscles with his big strong hands.

"Sorry," I whimper, my cheeks flushing bright red.

But hell, that cramp hurt, and now I have the humiliation of puffing out a load of air into his face! Oops!

"Don't be. It is not your fault." Whip-Me smiles at me, giving me some reassurance.

"The downside of dating an old woman," I say, as I bit my bottom lip, and scrunch up my nose, as Whip-Me continues to massage my clenched muscles.

"But the upside is, having you in this position gives me the best view." Whip-Me winks and chuckles.

"What, even if it does say hello." I look sheepishly at him.

"I think it is more like saying thank you." Whip-Me chuckles again.

I can not help but giggle in response, because I totally agree with him. Never in my 50-something years have my bits been so thoroughly serviced, and oiled. I feel like a new woman, well I did 'til my toot tooted, and my leg cramped.

The cramp in my leg finally goes away, much to my utter relief, and Whip-Me gently places it back on the bed, then climbs on top of me, placing a soft kiss on my embarrassed pout.

"You are so gorgeous," he whispers at me.

"Thank you," I reply, still feeling embarrassed.

"Seriously, your hair all messed up, that flush on your cheeks, I don't think I can ever get enough of you." Whip-Me groans.

Hot damn this man is perfect!

Well, it seems my faux pa with my pumping p***y, doesn't seem to have bothered him, nor my old, achy, cramping legs.

"So... my burping bits didn't put you off?" I ask, still embarrassed, my brain not able to stop my mouth from talking about it.

Really, I just want to forget the embarrassing incident, but some how can not let it go, unlike my vocal v****a.

Whip-me throws his head back and laughs.

"Nope, I'm far to professional for that to bother me." He grins and winks.

"Now, how is your leg?" he asks, with a smirk on his delicious lips.

"Better." I grin at him.

"Good, because we have an hour before we need to leave this bed, and get the lunch sorted for Ben to come over." He smiles, effortlessly slipping back inside me.

The cramp and other issues instantly disappear from my thoughts, as he plays my body better than Vanessa May plays a violin, and soon he has me singing his praises once more as we both reach the crescendo of pure bliss, each of uttering prayers and curses, mixed with words of pure praise for each other.

Collapsing in a heap of arms and legs, Whip-Me gathers me into his arms, a thin film of sweat coats his body, and my own.

"Well, after this two-day work out, I think my yearly fitness test will be a breeze next week." Whip-Me chuckles.

"Yeah, I think I have burned enough calories to allow myself one of Josie's cakes tonight at work." I laugh.

"Is Ben bringing you some work clothes over, or do you want me to drive you home, so you can gather some things?" Whip-Me asks.

"He said he will pop into mine and bring me a bag. Although, he did add, that he doesn't want to think about why I am at your place minus clothes." I laugh.

It is traditional for Ben and me to have lunch together the day he begins his night shift, and with Lucy at work, it made sense for him to come here, given Whip-Me lives less than a mile up the road to the station. Anders said he would drop Lucy off at home, when she finishes, given he got back from Cornwall with Josie yesterday.

We get out of bed and make our way to the shower, my legs a little less wobbly than the first time he rocked my world, but not by much. This man ... my man... he has skills!

"Is Davey coming to work tonight?" I ask Whip-Me, as he turns on the shower and we both walk inside the cubicle.

"Yes, he texted me yesterday. His sister is out of hospital and is staying with him and Kathline. It is a bad business all of that." Whip-Me sighs.

"Definitely, I feel sorry for poor Anders though, he knows it was his family, and is feeling really guilty," I agree.

"Well, all we can do is support them outside of work, and make sure Davey and Josie are not to pre-occupied to do their jobs at work," Whip-Me states. "Yeah, I know. I will have a chat with Josie when she gets into the station for her shift, check on how she is doing, if you want to tackle Davey?" I offer. "Perfect team, both at home and at work." Whip-Me smiles then places a soft kiss on my lips as he soaps himself, as I grab a shower puff and wash my body.

"Now, let me give you a key for here, then if you want, when you are finished you can come back whilst I am on nights." He grins at me.

"I cannot stay here whilst you are at work!" I protest.

"Why not? I will feel happier knowing you're here and have the added bonus of you in my bed when I get home in the morning." Whip-Me smiles.

"Well, if you put it like that." I grin at him, as I finish rinsing the soap from my body under the hot streams of water.

"Glad you agree." Whip-Me chuckles.

Hell, after what he does to my body, I am hardly going to disagree.

I wrap a large bath sheet around my body, then walk into the bedroom. I look at my tighter-than-tight jeans, and really, my body is far to achy to even attempt to pull them up at the moment, so grab one of Whip-Me's white work shirts and pop it on. It hangs to my knees, but pulls slightly across the bust, but at least I am all covered. Grinning at me, Whip-Me hums with appreciation.

"Call me a misogynist, but hell, seeing you in my clothes is the biggest turn on." He groans.

"Down boy. One; I think these old aching bones need some recovery, and two; Ben is due in ten minutes or so." I laugh.

We head downstairs into the kitchen, as I turn the slow cooker onto 'Warm' before grabbing some plates.

"Lamb hot pot." I grin at him.

"I put it on earlier when you were snoring." I smile at him.

"Wow, a woman of many talents." Whip-Me nods approvingly at me.

"Well, I'm not sure who is on cooking duty tonight and wanted to ensure both you and Ben had a decent meal inside you before work." I grin.

"It's Ben and Davey's turn tonight, so it'll not be bad cooking, but hell, this is better," Whip-Me states, whilst lifting the lid off the slow cooker and smelling the lamb chops infused with a rosemary gravy, sausages, carrots, broccoli and thin strips of potato on the top, letting out a moan of approval.

The sound of the front door opening, makes me look at Whip-Me and frown, I know Ben would never just walk into the house, I did give him some manners growing up.

"Grandpa!" a little voice shouts, and I take in a deep breath, cursing myself for not squeezing myself into my jeans, this is not how I wanted to meet Whip-Me's grandson. "Granny is with me," the little boy shouts with glee as he runs into the kitchen, skids to a halt, looks at me with big brown eyes, then instantly becomes shy, and sucks on his fingers.

"Hi Moses, this is Joanne, she is grandpa's special friend," Whip-Me tells the little boy, scooping him up into his strong arms.

Whip-Me's ex-wife walks around the corner, then stands looking me up and down, as if I am something the cat has dragged in. I close my eyes, feeling my cheeks burst into flame. "Oh, you are busy," she states, completely ignoring me.

The dance of a thousand insecurities begins to pirouette in my mind. Hell, I am stood here in his shirt, it is clear as day what we have been up to, and his ex-wife is stood glaring at me, with their adorable grandson who is staring at me, whilst sucking his fingers his other hand twirling in the strands of his afro, as Whip-Me bounces him on his hip.

"No, we are just preparing lunch for Joanne's son who is joining us," Whip-Me sates, then offers me a reassuring smile, as I find the floor very interesting, and wondering if it will swallow me up right now.

"Oh, so you have time for other people's family but not your own then," she snaps at him.

"I always have time for Moses and Catalina, Edie you know that. However, can I ask what you are doing here and not my daughter?" Whip-Me snaps straight back at her.

I have the urge to take Moses away from the obvious atmosphere and go find some toys for him to play with, but given I am the cause of the tension, and the fact the little man doesn't know me and has an obvious case of stranger-danger at the moment, I am just left stood here feeling like I want to be anywhere else but here.

"Your daughter is at work, I thought it would be nice for you to see Moses, but I see I am interrupting your day. Come on Moses, Grandpa is busy with his friend." The word friend dripped off her tongue with a high degree of sarcasm.

Just then a knock at the door sounds, and I excuse myself, knowing it is Ben.

"Well, she has made herself at home!" Edie declares.

"Yes, she has, and I insist on it when the woman I love stays here. Now, I do not know what your problem is, given you are married and 'Oh so happy. Now, if you don't mind, you can leave Moses with us, and go do whatever it was you were wanting to do, because we both know you wanted to drop him off so you could do your own thing," Whip-Me states, his voice light, but I know that is only for Moses's sake.

"Love, you do not know the meaning of the word." Edie huffs.

As I stand in front of Ben, my eyes wide. Whip-Me said he loves me, to his ex-wife, and my son finds out about it, the same time I have.

OH s**t!