He ran his hands through my hair, pulling strands between his fingers and letting them fall back onto my shoulders. The feeling of hands in my hair felt so intimate. I closed my eyes and savored the feeling. And then, without warning, he tugged my hair back, exposing my neck once more. He brought his lips back down to my bare shoulders, nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, kissed and blew on it until I couldn’t take the anticipation anymore. I wrapped my hands around the back of his head, laced my fingers through his hair and guided his head down towards my breasts again. The power that he wielded over me, right now, in this moment, was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
He walked me backward towards the bed and pushed. I fell onto it, totally naked, completely exposed. Laid out bare in front of him. I looked up at him; it was the first time I’d seen him naked. My eyes swept over his body. I took him all in, every single detail of him. And then he climbed onto the bed and crawled on top of me. Neither of us had said a word yet since leaving the banqueting hall. But then he spoke.
“On?” He was looking at my tattoo, a confused expression plastered on his face.
“Shit!” I covered my face with my hands. “Long story. Embarrassing story. Involving a boy . . . I was young . . . it was . . .” I shook my head.
“Cute,” he said with a smile, and then kissed me again.
This time it was uncontrollable, so animalistic that we lost ourselves in the frenzy.
“I want you so badly,” he rasped against my mouth, in between his breaths.
I pulled away and looked him in the eye. I didn’t think I needed to say anything back to him, the heat in my cheeks, the lust in my eyes, I was sure my intentions were being communicated very clearly. I parted my legs and he slipped between them. His body was hard and heavy and crushed me into the mattress. An overwhelming burning sensation churned and bubbled deep inside me and I knew there was only one way to satisfy it. I wanted to feel him. I lifted my hips, inviting him in. He accepted the invitation.
I closed my eyes and let the sensations rush through me. The dizzying, mind-numbing feelings that pulsed and throbbed inside me. They were intoxicating and as powerful as any drug. He was slow at first, tentative even, as if he was exploring a new place. But once he’d familiarized himself with it, withme, he picked up pace until we were both rocking together in perfect unison. His breathing was getting faster, mine was getting erratic, and I was struggling to get air into my lungs with his weight pressed down on me. I felt confined, but free. Our movements escalated, became wild and uninhibited, and my grasp on reality seemed to slip away. We were no longer on a bed, in a hotel room—we were elsewhere. In our own magical world, where no one else existed but us.
Suddenly, my whole body jerked and, before I knew it, he’d hoisted me onto his lap. I opened my eyes and looked at him. We were nose to nose, mouth to mouth, and because I was looking into his eyes, I could see the exact moment when he tipped. His blue eyes glazed over and his pupils dilated. He looked so vulnerable, so penetrable, and in that moment, all his defenses were down. He was laying himself bare in front of me. This was the most intimate moment of my life, being able to watch him in this way and knowing that I had taken him there. Moments later, I felt it too. My whole body exploded.
Every single muscle in my body tensed up as I experienced a release like I’d never experienced before. I closed my eyes and everything in my head and behind my eyes went white and fuzzy. I felt myself losing control, I heard myself saying his name.
He gripped me tightly and held on as he moaned long and loud in my ear. And when it was all over, we stayed there like that. Covered in sweat, my hair sticking to his face, my legs locked around his waist, him still inside me. And in that moment, I felt like I didn’t want this to end.
CHAPTERSEVENTY
Poppy
We lay on the bed together looking up at the ceiling. We’d turned on the fan to cool ourselves down and we watched in silence as the blades spun around and around. The sheets were tussled like they are in the movies after the couple has just had wild sex. Strewn half on the bed, half on the floor, stained with sweat and red lipstick and smelling of lust. I heard him stir next to me and I looked over at him.
“So, what was that earlier, with Sasha and Murray?” he asked me as I lay there naked in the bed.
I rolled over onto my side and looked at him. “Do you think they bought it?”
He raised himself onto his elbow and looked at me. “NO! I don’t. I don’t think they bought a single syllable of it.”
“What? Why?” I sat up.
He laughed. “It was ridiculous! In fact, I think they suspect that I might be dating a mad person right now.”
“You’re wrong,” I argued playfully. “That was good improv there.”
He laughed again. “Good? Um . . . sure, like the shopping in which airport?”
“Zurich,” I quickly added. I smiled at him. “You really think they didn’t buy it?”
He shook his head. “Not a single word, but the sentiment was very . . .” He stopped talking and looked at me.
“Very what?”
“Sweet. It was very sweet that you wanted to rush in there and . . .” It looked like he was searching for the word.
“Protect you from their douchiness?” I offered.
He nodded. “Their douchiness . . .” He said the word as if he was thinking about it. “So, I’m assuming then that you know who they are, if you felt it necessary to run in and protect me?”
“Um . . . a little birdie may have told me the story,” I said.
He nodded at me. “The little birdie should have known that that was a private story,” he mumbled thoughtfully.
