Interruptus [A Wainthropian drabble for Demelza's birthday]
“She’s gone shopping. We have about an hour.” Mr Wainthrop eases Geoffrey face down onto the bed.
Geoffrey wonders if the ridges on the candlewick bedspread will leave marks against his skin. He grins at the thought of trying to explain that one to Mrs Wainthrop.
Geoffrey’s trousers are pulled down to his knees and his legs spread. “Knees up Geoffrey, there’s a good lad.”
He moans softly as gentle fingers ease themselves inside him. “Please, Mr Wainthrop. Please.” He murmurs, sighing into the sensations assailing him.
They both start when they hear the key rattle in the front door.