Kissing her..........Alfie was actually kissing her, and this was no small peck on the cheek in thanks for his gift, no; this was a real kiss. Her mind reeling for a moment, until she felt his tongue move across her lips; (Y/n) eagerly allowing him to enter and explore her mouth, as her hands gripped at his shirt, and his arm moved around her waist. It was a slightly funny feeling, she had never been kissed by a man with a beard and moustache before; the small amount of peach fuzz on the chin of the son of a groundskeeper, at one of her old schools, barely noticeable when he had kissed her; so this......this was a new experience, and it was one that she had to admit that she liked; that she liked very much. Her hands making their way up into the older man's hair; pulling him to her just enough in hopes of prolonging this moment for as long as possible. Both of his hands around her waist now, as it became obvious that Alfie didn't want it to end, either.

She had to admit that she had thought about something like this, on more than one occasion. Her eyes drifting to the big man as he sat in his chair; his half-moon glasses perched on the end of his nose, as he looked over some of his papers; her teeth biting into her bottom lip as she wondered what it would be like to kiss the Londoner. Yet all her imaginings were proving to be nothing when compared to the real thing; his lips rough, weathered, sending an exquisite shiver through her body. His arms so strong, as they pulled her body, flush, against his. Yet it was when his lips left hers and found their way to her neck, that all thoughts of anything but him, completely left her. (Y/n) gasping at the sensation, and the heat that filled her body. His hands now gripping at her backside, through her dress; it overly apparent that the closeness of her, was having quite an affect on the big man.

"Do ya want me ta stop.........?" (Y/n) frantically shaking her head at the whispered question.

"No.......for the love of god, no..........Alfie, please.........." The young Shelby having no idea how she had been able to say all that, when she could barely breath. Her head dropping back, to allow him more room to explore her flesh. Her knees weakening, as his lips found the tops of her breast.

"Alfie.......please.............." A whimper coming from her, as he moved away. Yet before she could ask him why, before she could tell him that she wanted him to kiss her again; that she wanted so much more than a kiss, she found herself taken up into his arms and carried from the front room. Alfie bounding up the stairs as if he were carrying nothing; not stopping until he kicked open the door to his bedroom.

"Ya sure...........?" He asked, as he looked down at her. (Y/n) simply nodding as she placed her hand on his cheek. That all he needed to know, before he carried her to his bed.

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(Y/n) was sure that she had never felt more wonderful in her life, as she lay with her head on Alfie's bare chest; his fingers carefully combing through her damp hair. It had been such a whirlwind of pleasure, the sight of his naked body, never mind the feel of it, turning the fire in her belly, into an inferno that she knew could only be quenched by him. The feel of him against her, of him over her and inside her, stretching her out as her legs wrapped around his waist; of his hands and lips caressing her breasts, his tongue exploring her womanhood; all of it moving her to the edge of the glorious abyss that she had happily allowed Alfie to push her over. His own sounds of pleasure being the final nudge she had needed to fall, without a care. The warmth as he came undone inside her, quelling the fire, but she knew that now that she had experienced what he could do, how he could make her feel, it wouldn't take much for it to consume her once again; to burn her from the inside out, until Alfie would once more reduce it to a smolder.

"Didn't hurt ya, did I........?" (Y/n) sitting up, and shaking her head at the question, before placing her hand on his cheek. His eyes closing, as her soft fingertips ghosted over his beard. In truth, his slight roughness with her, had made everything better; how he had pinned her arms above her head and then thrust just a little harder, a little deeper, had made her shout out his name; had made her beg him not to stop. Her shaky cries sounding so wonderful as she had fallen that first time. The younger Shelby hoping that this would not be the only time that she and Alfie would be like this.

"I want ya ta move inta this room.........." Alfie continued, as he finally opened his eyes and looked at her. His rough hand moving over her cheek, before sliding down her neck and then to her breasts that were pushed up against him.

"I want ya ta by my girl, yeah.............." His words bringing a bright smile to her lips; a smile that caused Alfie to chuckle.

"I'd like that, Alfie........." She replied, as she moved so that she could place her lips to his. His hand creeping up into her hair, as his arm wrapped around her, and he pulled her on top of him. The fire inside her beginning to reignite, as the kiss grew more passionate. The simple flame back to being the blaze, there nothing left for her to do, but surrender herself to it, and allow Alfie to be her saviour, once more.