A Healing Love
Copyright© 2025 by Marc Nobbs
Chapter 29: An Empire Night
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 29: An Empire Night - Paul Robertson's journey continues as his past and present collide at a star-studded movie premiere, where a connection that once terrified him reignites with passion that threatens to consume them both. Fighting to forge a new future for himself and stop drifting, Paul must finally become the man he’s always been afraid to be. A beautiful, bittersweet exploration of grief, social responsibility, the healing power of love, and learning that sometimes loving someone means letting them go.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction
I’m not sure whether I preferred waking up spooned up behind Carly, one arm beneath her and the other draped over her, which allowed me to hold her close against me, or lying on my back with her snuggled up against my side, her head resting on my shoulder with one arm and one leg draped over me.
I think of all the mornings we’d woken up together now, we’d most often woken up spooned. But on the Saturday morning of her Shepherds’ Bush concert, I not only woke up on my back, but she was lying almost completely on top of me, still slumbering gently.
I’d turned my alarm off before we turned in last night, but my body clock had its own alarm. As my eyes fluttered open and awareness crept over me, I glanced to my left at the bedside clock. It read seven-twenty-three.
I looked from my left to my right, where Carly’s beautiful face looked utterly serene as she slept on, oblivious to my having woken. I smiled and gently hugged her to me, trying not to rouse her. Whether consciously or not, she buried herself in my arms, snuggling up even closer and actually shifting left slightly so she was on top of me even more—practically straddling me. That caused my morning wood to brush against her femininity, which in turn prompted her, whether consciously or not, to move her hips, making the tip of my cock brush against her again.
And again.
And again.
She was definitely moving consciously now—rotating her hips slowly and coating my cock with the sweet nectar that had begun to seep out of her.
“Hmmm, morning,” she said. “Have I told you how much I love waking up with you?”
“Not today.”
“Well, I do.”
“I can tell.” I paused. “I kinda love it myself.”
She stopped rotating her hips and pushed backwards, but far from causing me to slip inside her—which I’m sure was her goal—it just caused my bulbous knob to rub against her clit instead. She gasped and moaned, half in frustration, half in delight.
Then she reached a hand between us, held my cock at a slightly different angle and pushed back again—just far enough for the tip to spread her labia and slip inside.
“God, I love that,” she said. “I love the way it feels. You have no idea what it’s like.”
“I’ve got a fair idea,” I said.
She shook her head. “No. No, you don’t. You can’t. No guy can really know what it feels like for a girl.”
“Explain it to me then.”
She slowly pushed back a bit more—maybe half an inch—then pulled forward again just as slowly until the tip almost came out of her, but not quite.
“It’s not just physical,” she said quietly. She closed her eyes, savouring those physical sensations. “It’s...” She breathed in deeply, then slowly pushed back again, further this time, and again pulled nearly all the way off. Then she pushed back one more time—all the way, as far as she could go, so that I was fully embedded in her heavenly sweet snatch.
She opened her eyes and stared straight into mine.
“You’re inside me, Paul. Inside my body. There’s a piece of another person inside me. Inside the most private, intimate, sacred part of me. You can never know how that feels. And it’s not just the feeling of being so full—I can feel all of you, your body, yes, but your soul too. And your love. I can feel your love deep inside me.” She squeezed her inner muscles, gripping my cock more tightly. “And I can feel your soul reaching out to me.” She put her hand on my cheek and smiled.
“But it’s more than that, even. I know I’m on top right now, but I’m completely vulnerable to you. Completely in your power. If you wanted to roll us over and pin me down, I couldn’t stop you. I’m on top, but you’re in control.
“Even two weeks ago, when I sat you on the bed and told you not to move, I wasn’t the one in control that night. You were. If you’d wanted to move, I wouldn’t have been able to stop you. But I trusted you, and you didn’t move. You trusted me.”
She sighed.
“I’m at your mercy, Paul. You’re so much bigger than me. So much stronger. When we’re like this, you could do anything you wanted to me. Anything. And I’d be completely powerless to stop it. To stop you.
“But I know you won’t. I trust you completely. That’s why I’ve let you inside. I wouldn’t do it, couldn’t do it, if I didn’t trust you. It’s all about trust, Paul. Trust and love. I love you and I trust you.
“Trust you not to hurt me—physically or emotionally. I’m giving myself to you each and every time we do this. Putting myself in your hands. Trusting you completely.
“And you can never know how that feels. I trust you. I’m vulnerable to you—vulnerable for you. But that’s not a weakness. It’s a strength—my strength. I’m choosing to give myself to you. Choosing to trust you. Choosing to make myself vulnerable.
“Because I love you. I trust you because I love you.”
She put her head down on my chest, facing left, towards the window, and I hugged her tighter.
“I’ll never hurt you,” I said. “Never.”
She sighed but said nothing. I think I knew what she was thinking. I was thinking about it too. That inevitable moment when her album was finished and she’d have to leave.
I didn’t want to hurt her. But I knew we were heading to a point where we’d hurt each other.
“I can hear your heartbeat,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I can feel it too. Hear it in your chest and feel it down there where you’re inside me. I can feel it. It’s like we’re connected. I can feel my heartbeat matching yours. Synchronising. Like we’re one person. Even if just for this one moment, right now.” She paused. “I want to feel this way forever.”
She paused again.
“Even though I know I can’t.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind me going to London early?”
I smiled at my girlfriend and said, “No, I don’t mind at all. If you need to be there early, then you need to be there early.”
We were in the kitchen, both ready to go out after taking a shower together, getting dressed, and having a simple breakfast.
“It’s just that Ellie and I want to have time to sit down with Roxie and the guys to go over some things—not just for tonight but for the album.” She paused. “Paul, we’ve got some great ideas for tonight. It’s going to be an amazing show.”
“What sort of ideas?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see. I’m so nervous about them, though. I’ve never tried anything like it before. I just hope it works.”
“Can’t wait. I know you’ll be amazing. You always are.”
“Aw, thank you.” She leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. “You really don’t mind driving up there? You told me you didn’t enjoy driving in London, which is why we took the train last time.”
“Well, I don’t really have a choice if I’m taking Lana and her cello. She definitely can’t take that thing on the train. It’s far too big.”
“Yeah, thank you for doing that.” She paused. “There’ll still be a seat for me in your car on the way back, though, right?”
I kissed her on the cheek. “Always.”
“I still can’t believe you bought tickets for all your friends.”
“I just wanted to make sure you had as many friendly faces in the audience as possible.”
I’d bought fifty tickets to the show and given them away to friends and friends of friends. Not all of them were backstage passes, but a lot of them were.
The doorbell rang and I went to answer it. It was Ellie who’d come to collect Carly. They were going on the train, which is why Carly wanted to get a lift back with me—Ellie was meeting some of her old friends and then staying overnight in a hotel to spend the day with them on Sunday too.
I kissed Carly goodbye and waved them off, then got in my own car to go and collect Lana for our trip into town to get that knee brace. I still wasn’t completely convinced that entering another tournament was a good idea—if she hurt her knee again...
But if she was adamant we were doing it, then I was going to make damn sure I did everything I could to protect her.
I parked in the multi-storey adjacent to the indoor shopping centre on High Street, and we took the glass lift down to the ground floor. I love glass lifts; they give you a real sense of scale.
“So, where’s this shop? What’s it called?” I asked as we left the shopping centre and stepped onto High Street, Westmouth’s main shopping street.
“Wilkins Sports. It’s in a side street down that way.” She pointed to our left. “About a five-minute walk.”
The shop was easy enough to find, but wasn’t very busy. In fact, we were the only customers when we entered.
We went up to the man behind the counter, a chap in, I’m guessing, his late thirties with broad shoulders and a nose that looked like it had been broken a few times.
And I swear I recognised him from somewhere.
“Hi, I’m Alannah, I called you yesterday to ask about knee braces.”
“Yes, of course,” the guy said. “There are a couple of different manufacturers, and they both do braces with different levels of support.” He opened a drawer in the counter and took out a few packets. “I’ve got them all here for you to have a look at. Not much choice of colour, though, I’m afraid.”
“Oh, I’m not worried about the colour,” Lana said. “I just want something that’s going to allow me as much freedom to move as possible while giving me the maximum support and protection.”
“What was the original injury, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“An ACL.”
The guy winced. “Ouch. Did that myself about five years ago. Ended my career. If it had been five or ten years earlier, I’d have had the surgery and carried on playing, but by then there was no point, my career was already winding down.”
“Jamie Wilkins!” I said, suddenly realising who he was. It was his mention of the injury that allowed me to put two and two together. “You’re Jamie Wilkins. You were in the England squad that won the Rugby World Cup.”
He nodded. “Ten years ago, now. Can you believe that?”
“I know! They opened the school’s sports hall for the match and broadcast it on a huge screen. Felt like the whole town was there.”
He nodded. “It was a special day. We might have been on the other side of the world, but we could feel the whole country behind us. And when Jonny put that drop kick over in the last minute...” He smiled and shook his head. “Special moment.”
I grinned. “Tell me about it. We went wild. I’d never really watched rugby until that game. Nor since, really. But that game was about more than rugby.”
“Wasn’t it just?” His grin widened. “And beating the Aussies in their own backyard made it even better.”
While we’d been talking, he’d taken the knee braces out of their packets and laid them on the counter. He went through each one, in turn, explaining their merits and drawbacks. When he got to the last one, he said, “This is the one a lot of professionals use during rehab after an ACL.”
“So that’s the best one?” I said.
“It’s the best one for the recovery period, but not while you’re playing. You said you played badminton, right?”
Lana and I nodded.
“Well, in an ideal world, you’d wear this one while you play,” he said, picking up one of the braces, “then wear this one for a few hours afterwards.” He pointed to the one he’d said the professionals used.
“We’ll take both then,” I said.
“You sure? Neither of them is cheap. I did say, ideal world.”
“Paul, you can’t buy both. That’s too much.”
“I’m sure,” I said, ignoring Lana. “We’ll take both.”
He looked at Lana. “Your boyfriend’s very generous.”
She blushed, looked down at the counter and said quietly, “Oh, he’s not my boyfriend.”
“Oh, right.” He looked at me and winked.
“I just don’t want her getting hurt in this tournament,” I said. I looked at Lana. “And speaking of the tournament, if we’re taking it seriously, then we really should have the best equipment to give us the best chance.”
“What do you mean?”
I looked back at Jamie and said, “Can I have a look at some of your racquets? Show me the best ones you’ve got.”
“Paul! You can’t. That’s definitely too much.”
I shrugged. “It’s not like I can’t afford it. You know that. Look, I’m getting one for me, and I’m buying a spare. If you want to use the ‘spare,’ then you’re welcome to, but if not...” I shrugged again. “But if we lose because of your old and knackered racquet...”
She shook her head. “It might be old, but it’s not knackered. I looked after my things.”
I looked her in the eye. “And I look after my friends.”
“This way,” Jamie said as he left the counter and headed deeper into the store. He handed me a racquet, and I tested the weight and balance, swishing it back and forth. He handed one to Lana too, and she did the same, a strange little smile on her face as she mimicked flicking the shuttle over the net.
We tried two more each before deciding which ones to get.
“Matching outfits for the tournament too, don’t you think, Jamie?”
He grinned. “Oh, absolutely. If you’re going to be a team, you need to look like it.”
Lana smiled at me and shook her head, but she didn’t protest.
It was lunchtime by the time we left the shop laden with bags, and I offered to buy Lana lunch in town, but she declined. So, I took her home and told her I’d pick her up again at five.
It was only an hour’s drive to London, and we didn’t need to be at the venue until seven, but I knew the traffic would be horrible once we got to the edge of the city, and our destination was right in the centre. Plus, the nearest car park was a fifteen-minute walk away. I just didn’t want to take any chances.
Shepherd’s Bush was about five miles west of the tourist centre of London, around Westminster and Buckingham Palace, and about three miles north of where Hammersmith Bridge crossed the River Thames. The Empire was one of the most historic and iconic venues in the whole of the capital.
It was truly incredible luck that Luke had snapped up the venue for Carly’s show at such short notice after the previously planned show was cancelled.