Say You Want Me

by Van Mol, Stefanie

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  Jonathan spends the entire afternoon with the kids. He teaches them how to hold the sticks, how to hit the drums, and everything they need to know about drumming. They can take turns sitting on his lap while he helps them play their first drum solo. All the kids are having the time of their life, and to be honest, so am I. I couldn’t stop myself and took a few photos with my cellphone while he wasn’t watching. They’re mostly for me personally, to remember this day—not that I could ever forget. No, it’s to make sure I didn’t dream this; that this day definitely happened.

  It’s almost the end of the day, and Jonathan is keeping the kids occupied while Amber and I walk to the side entrance of the store. I wonder what she’s up to, when she opens the door and I see the other members of Full Moon standing there.

  The kids are going to love this. Amber and her husband have closed the store in the meantime, so it’s only us, the band, and the kids. Jonathan tells the kids to turn around and they all start to scream excitedly.

  The children all run in different directions. One of them wants a hug from Max, another kid wants an autograph from John. All the members of the band smile sincerely and are excited to give the kids the time of their life. They brought a whole bunch of gadgets and hand them to the kids. By the end of the day Jonathan gives every kid a hug before we leave the store. I’m sure they’ll never forget this day.

  I look at my watch and see that it’s half past four already. The day just flew by. After one final group hug, we leave the rest of the group with the kids and head for the parking lot. In the mall, everyone tries to accost Jonathan, but he takes my hand and keeps walking until we’re at the exit. Apparently it started to rain while we were inside. And not just a little bit, it’s really pouring out there. Jonathan looks over at me.

  “What do we do? Do I drive the car over here, or do we make a run for it?”

  If I wait here alone, I’m sure people are going to talk to me about Jonathan. I’m not quite up to that. What if they start to ask questions about us? Running seems like the best option. I look down at my sandals and decide that it’s better to take them off. I bend down, take them off and hold them in my hand. I slip my other hand into Jonathan’s.

  “Let’s make a run for it.”

  Jonathan opens the door and together we break into a run toward the car. In less than a minute we’re soaked. Once we arrive at the car, Jonathan opens the door for me, and only when I’m safely inside does he run over to the driver’s side.

  He starts the car and presses a few buttons before he looks at me.

  “I’ve turned on the heating, so you can warm up a little.”

  For a while we just stare at each other. My heart melts when I look at him, and all these crazy feelings start rushing through me.

  “What?” he asks.

  “I can’t believe you did all that. The kids really enjoyed their day with you so much.” I put my hand on his leg. “And so did I,” I add softly.

  Jonathan

  Her soft hand is on my leg. This innocent touch feels intense – too intense. I see her head moving toward mine, and I know what’s about to happen. In my head I prepare myself for what’s about to follow, but nothing could have prepared me for this.

  She throws her sandals on the floor and crawls across the center console to come and sit on my lap. Her soft, pink lips touch mine, and I immediately know I’m screwed. Without breaking up the kiss I move the seat back. Once I have enough room, I put my one hand on her hip, and the other one behind her head to pull her even closer to me. She sighs softly, and I take the opportunity to slip my tongue between her lips. She willingly opens her mouth, doesn’t hesitate and sucks on my tongue.

  A growl rises from deep inside my throat. I pull back a little to take a look at her face. Her eyes are glazed over with desire. Her lips are pink and swollen from our kiss.

  “What are we doing, Camille?”

  I take a stray curl and tuck it behind her ear. She blinks a few times and bites her lower lip.

  “I don’t know. I thought about kissing you all day, and I thought I should just go for it.”

  “As much as I’d love to go through with this, Camille, you have to know that I won’t let you go if we kiss again. Ever since the first time I saw you I thought about kissing you, so believe me when I say no one’s going to stop me. Not even now that I know who you are.”

  Her cheeks turn red, and her eyes go wide. She puts her hand on my cheek and kisses me softly. Lust burns through my veins. I pull her even closer so that almost every part of our bodies are connected. She moans when she feels my erection pressing against her crotch.

  I pull out the elastic band, freeing her ponytail and sliding my fingers through her hair. Her hands glide across my chest, and that simple touch feels better than anything I’ve ever felt before. I don’t know what it is about Camille, but something about her sets my body on fire. I deepen the kiss and lift Camille up a little so I can slip my hand under the hem of her dress. My fingers touch the soft satin of her panties, and it takes all my strength to take this slow. Although I fully realize we’re in a public parking lot where anyone walking by can see us, I don’t intend to stop. Carefully I tuck her panties away to one side and touch her most intimate spot.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet, baby.”

  “Well, it was raining pretty hard just now.”

  God, I love this girl. We both start to laugh. I slowly slip my finger inside of her and give her a playful pat on the butt. When I feel her insides contract around my finger, I know she’s enjoying this just as much as I am. I kiss her again and start to move faster, inserting a second finger. Her legs start to shake, and I realize she’s almost there.

  “Let go, Camille.”

  I’ve barely said the words before she jerks forward and bites my shoulder, hard, to muffle the scream of her orgasm. Who would have thought she was a biter? Thinking about all the things I want to find out about her makes me almost come in my pants. When she slowly leans back, she accidently presses the horn of the car.

  The loud honk makes everybody in the parking lot look at my car, and we both start to laugh.

  “Maybe it’s better if we go somewhere else, before someone calls the cops.”

  She giggles and slowly crawls off my lap. Her cheeks have a shiny, red glow. I put my car seat back in the right position and start the engine. I glance at Camille, looking her up and down. “So, you’re a biter?”

  I love how her cheeks turn even redder. I squeeze her leg before I start driving. Without a word we drive to the hotel. I need to have her with me, as close as possible. I’m no longer in control of myself. The feelings I used to have for her all came flooding back as soon as I kissed her. She’s always been the one for me. Time and distance never changed that.

  * * *

  We arrive at the hotel, and I park in the underground parking. That way we can take the elevator up to my floor without the need to pass by the reception desk. This way we won’t risk running into a group of fans, or the press. No matter how much I love my fans, I also value my privacy. And for now I don’t want to share Camille with anyone. For now she’s just mine. I’m sure that’ll change as soon as the gossip magazines get wind of her. But we should only worry about the rumor mill when it starts turning.

  We manage to get to my room unseen. I take Camille with me to the balcony and pull her close. We watch the sea in silence. Just enjoying the moment.

  “In the mood for a walk on the beach?”

  “Absolutely.”

  I see Camille’s face lighting up; she obviously loves the sea and everything that comes with it. I can’t blame her. The sea always had that calming effect on me, too.

  I get our coats and take her outside. A few minutes later, we’re walking hand in hand on the beach. Camille took off her sandals and is walking barefoot through the sea.

  Everything feels so familiar. It’s like we never lost touch. We talk about all sort of things, but there’s one thing we don�
�t talk about: my family back home. I can feel the questions burning in the back of her mind. But I’m glad she doesn’t ask me about them. To be honest, I have a few questions I’m longing to ask myself. Like, how’s my brother doing? Is she still in touch with him? I mean, it’s been a few years since I left, but she still lives next to him, so it’s possible she still sees him from time to time.

  But even though I have all these questions, I don’t ask them. The situation between us is still so new – I just want to enjoy our time together, before my past messes everything up. The last thing I want is for something about me or my family to drive us apart again. I only just got her back, and this time I want to keep her forever.

  We’ve walked for a long time, but I’m not ready to return to my room just yet. I sit down in the sand, and Camille picks the spot between my legs. Her long hair sweeps across my face, and I breathe in her sweet, unique scent.

  “Shall we grab a bite first?” I ask. “We can go up to my room and order room service.”

  She nestles into me and I enjoy the touch of her body so close to mine.

  “Sounds good. Can I take a shower first?”

  I kiss her on the back of her head.

  “Of course.”

  Camille

  I step out of the shower cabin. The entire bathroom is filled with steam from the hot shower I just took. I look over at the sink and see that Jonathan laid out some stuff for me. Next to a fresh towel he put jogging pants and one of his T-shirts. My mind was so distracted that I didn’t even notice he did this for me. Again he manages to amaze me. Today I saw a whole different side of Jonathan. I saw things I never thought he would do.

  When I first saw him he looked so different from the kid he used to be; so dangerous. Like a lot of people, I always associate tattoos with dangerous men, but Jonathan made me see that’s just not true in his case. The way he taught those kids today was phenomenal. And it wasn’t just the kids; in the past few days I caught glimpses of the old Jonathan. The boy next door who helped me climb the ladder to the tree house, who helped me find my way through the undergrowth when we wanted to get to the forest.

  I quickly dry off and put on the clothes Jonathan laid out for me. Before I put on the T-shirt, I lift it up to my nose and sniff it. His smell still lingers on the shirt, and I can’t wait to put it on. The sweatpants are a little too big, so I pull the cords tightly to make sure they stay up.

  I walk back to the living room and see that the sliding door leading to the balcony is open. I step outside and see Jonathan sitting in a large lounge chair. The evening took away the heat of the day, and I shiver because of the cold wind. Jonathan must have heard me coming, because he gets up and walks over to me. He pulls me into a hug, and all the cold I was feeling immediately disappears. He takes my hand and guides me to the lounge chair.

  He lets me have a seat close to a fire pit he lit. While I was in the shower, he ordered room service. He walks over to the cart and puts all of the food on the table before pouring me a glass of wine. He hands me the glass and disappears inside to get me a warm blanket. Eagerly I take it from him and drape it over my legs.

  “Thank you.”

  “You don’t have to thank me, Camille. I’m glad to do this for you.”

  I give him a beaming smile. How does he manage to make me melt inside with just a few nice words?

  “I’m glad I spent today with you, Jonathan. Those kids admired you. You changed their lives.”

  “Ah, it was just a small gesture.”

  He shrugs like it’s nothing. Before I can stop myself, I take my cellphone and show him the pictures I’ve taken this afternoon. He gingerly takes my cellphone and slides his thumb across the screen. He stares at all the pictures and then his gaze lands on a close-up of just him. Oh shit, I totally forgot about that one. I try to take the cellphone away from him, but he stops me.

  His green, piercing eyes look at me intently. A heat rises in my body – the same heat I have felt a lot lately, especially when I’m around Jonathan and he looks at me the way he’s doing now. I take in every inch of him: the T-shirt that shows off his muscles by the flickering light of the fire pit, his pants that hang loosely on his hips. He looks so hot. I don’t know why, but every time he looks at me in the firelight, it feels like my entire body comes to life. I’m just noticing now how good he smells, how manly. He moves in and kisses the tip of my nose before he hands me my cellphone back.

  We eat in silence and I have to admit it: the food is delicious. I can’t remember the last time I had such amazing shrimp stir-fry. Is it a coincidence, or did he remember shrimp is my favorite? When we’re both finished eating, we stare at each other.

  “So…” I say to break the silence.

  “Do you feel uncomfortable, being here alone with me?”

  “No, not at all. Why would I feel uncomfortable? No.”

  Jonathan walks around the table and sits down next to me. He lowers himself against the back of the lounge seat and pulls me against him. I’m sitting between his legs and feel his strong chest against my back. All of a sudden it’s not so cold anymore.

  “You don’t have to be nervous,” he whispers in my ear.

  “I’m not nervous. I’m really not.”

  Jonathan chuckles, and I feel his warm breath against the sensitive skin in my neck.

  “I’m not,” I repeat.

  “Maybe you should say it one more time, just to convince yourself.”

  “Well, I mean it.”

  “Do you know what I’ve been wondering the entire evening?” he asks while he looks at me, with a smile on his lips.

  “I have no idea.”

  “What you taste like.”

  “How I, uh…what?”

  “What you taste like.”

  His comment makes me nervous and excited at the same time. If he wants to kiss me, why doesn’t he just do so? He doesn’t strike me as the type of person to ask for permission, he takes what he wants. And if I’m being totally honest: if he wants to kiss me, or do more, he doesn’t have to ask – I’m game. I’m sure there’s something I’m missing; he probably means something else.

  “Uh…I wouldn’t know.”

  “I think you’ll taste sweet,” he says, his voice sultry.

  “After a glass of wine, I’m sure my mouth would taste sweet.”

  He laughs, and his entire chest vibrates against my back. I’m glad he finds me so funny.

  “Not there.”

  “What do you mean, not—”

  I feel his hand moving beneath the blanket; he slides it down past my belly until he reaches the waistband of my sweatpants. With a small tug he unfastens the cord, and his hand disappears under my sweatpants and into my panties. My entire body is on fire. He means there…. He moves the little piece of lacy fabric to the side. I feel his finger sliding through my wet folds. He slowly pushes one finger inside me, and I feel like I’m about to lose myself in him.

  “I mean there,” he says in my ear.

  I moan softly.

  Jonathan shifts a bit and presses open-mouthed kisses from my neck up to my ear. He sucks my earlobe between his lips while his fingers keep stroking my folds. I lean my head back against his shoulder, and he doesn’t hesitate for a second. His tongue enters my mouth, and he swallows every moan I make.

  His finger starts to move rhythmically in my soaked pussy. Slowly I feel my body surrendering to his touch. He removes his finger and starts stroking my clit in small circles.

  “I think you’re a wonderful woman, you know that?”

  I moan again. This man barely has to touch me, and I change into a piece of putty in his hands. I can feel his erection growing against my back. He’s big, that’s for sure.

  All rational thought leaves my mind as soon as he pushes a second finger inside me. I open my legs a little wider to give him better access. I don’t recognize myself – I’ve never been this bold with a man, but that’s what Jonathan does to me. He makes me forget everything and everyone
around me. The only thing that’s on my mind right now is how good this feels, and I don’t want him to stop.

  “You like that, baby?” he growls in my ear.

  Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be capable of forming any coherent words. I can feel the tension rising within me; I’m almost there, and it feels like my body will shatter into ten thousand little parts of me. I’m about to climax when he pulls back his fingers. Shocked, I open my eyes and look at him over my shoulder. He pushes me forward so that he sit up behind me. For a moment I fear he might leave it at this, but then he takes his T-shirt in one hand and pulls it over his head. I can see his muscles move as he pulls it off. He throws his shirt to the edge of the lounge chair, then sits down between my legs.

  He hooks his thumbs around the waistband of my sweatpants and the hem of my panties and yanks them both down in one fluid motion. Now I lie here before him, naked from the waist down.

  He keeps watching me while he carefully spreads my legs. He lowers his head and I can feel his tongue sweeping across my inner thighs. He starts kissing my skin, carefully avoiding the spot where I long for him the most. I moan and gyrate my hips, trying to get him to come closer to that place. Just when I think I can’t take it any longer, I feel the first swirl of his tongue over my clit.

  Fireworks explode in every fiber of my body. He starts to lick even faster while I quietly moan. Although—quietly? Let’s hope there aren’t any people in the adjacent room right now.

  Just when I think I’m about to burst, he penetrates me with his finger and rubs against the sweetest part inside of me, all the while circling my clit with his tongue. There are so many sensations all at once, too many impulses flowing through my body. I can feel the orgasm from earlier come back to me in all its glory. Jonathan must notice it, because he speeds up even more, and I moan loudly. I can feel the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had rising up from my toes to my abdomen. Screaming his name, I come. He keeps licking me slowly until the last spasm of my orgasm fades away. I hang limply in his lounge chair, too worn out to even move an inch.