The decision to leave England to search for more wasn’t an easy one. I left a lot behind, but now that I’m here, I’m on top of the world. I would give it all up to be here with Natasha. Now that I know we stand a chance, staying here in America seems like the logical thing to do for both of us to be happy. As I recall how wonderful last night was, how it felt better to finally have sex with Natasha than I ever could have imagined, I’m already hungry for more. But not just for her body, for her mind as well. I want all of her to be mine this time.
God, I can’t wait for our happy ever after. We deserve this, I’m glad that we have a shot now.
“Hmm?” Natasha murmurs as her eyes flicker open. “Did you say something?”
Oops, did I say any of that aloud? “No, I don’t think so. How are you this morning, beautiful?”
She smiles serenely at me and nods her reply. I can already tell from the look on her face that she was expecting to wake up to me. She didn’t get quite as lost in her dreams as I did. Thank goodness I woke up first. That could have turned out to be a very awkward and embarrassing situation. Of course she would have been offended to learn that I didn’t even know she was beside me when I woke up, but really that isn’t offensive. It’s only because it’s a dream come true. Better than anything I could have hoped for.
“Good, I’m glad that you’re okay.” I nod and smile. “I’m good too. In fact, I feel better than ever.”
“Do you usually wake up grumpy? I don’t remember you being much of a morning person. Always a bit off during morning classes, like you weren’t quite with it until after you’d had some lunch.”
Yep, I’m still the same now when it comes to work. I just need to sink a lot of coffee to get through it. But that’s probably because it isn’t something that I enjoy, whereas now, I’m ecstatic.
“Well, that just depends on who I’m waking up with… and today the company is amazing.”
She giggles and blushes, her cheeks turning a real sweet shade of red. I can’t resist dipping my head down to kiss her, and the feel of her lips against mine is just as magical and tingling as they were last night, proving that what we share is a genuine chemistry rather than a spur of the moment act of passion.
“Shall I order us room service?” I lean across and grab the phone. “We can have breakfast in bed.”
Her eyes widen in surprise. “I don’t think that I have ever had breakfast in bed before.”
“Seriously?” I dial the reception desk. “Well, that isn’t right. Let’s change that now. Breakfast in bed is the best thing ever. You’ll love it. It’s one of the best things about staying in hotels.”
I watch her look like the cat who has the cream. I have to admit, I don’t know what’s going on with her life. It wouldn’t be fair of me to assume that I still fully know her because three years have passed and I haven’t been a part of her existence during all of that, but I make a silent vow that I will do whatever I can to make her life incredible by being a part of it. Although I feel there’s no guarantee how long she will allow me to stick around.
I order and pull on a bath robe to answer the door to the room service member of the staff. This place is great, the customer service is amazing which is one f the perks of having a lot of money, so it isn’t long until the food arrives. I pull the tray inside and watch Natasha light up like a freaking Christmas tree. It’s amazing to see her so happy.
“Wow, look at all of this. This is really nice food! Much better than the crap at the diner.”
“You eat at work?” I hand her a try and slip in the bed beside her.
“Usually, yeah, because I have to be there for the breakfast service, so I don’t have time before hand. Plus, it isn’t like I would make myself anything decent at home anyway. Not like this. Seems a lot of effort for one.”
“Ah, so you live alone then?” That’s something that I definitely didn’t know before.
“Oh yeah, I had to get out of my parent’s house as soon as I could. I mean, you must remember what they’re like. Lovely people, but their old fashioned views were always too much for me. We get on better now.”
I do remember, they certainly didn’t approve of me and Natasha being together. They wanted her to get married before she ever went near a guy which is crazy. No one does that anymore!
“So, you see them a lot then? That must be good if you get on okay now.”
“I don’t see them all the time.” Her expression is a little pinched. A lot must have happened here. “But when I do, it’s okay. I think they’re annoyed that I work in the diner, but I need to make for the rent. Any other dreams can come later. Lots of people achieve their dreams later on in life, don’t they?”
This is the time to dig a little deeper, to find out what her dream is and why she hasn’t achieved it yet, but I don’t push her. I’m scared to find out. I think it’s because I’m pretty sure that it’s my fault. I’m not ready to hear those words and to have to process making a real fuck up of everything.
“We should go for a walk!” I say instead, swiftly changing the subject. “Have a look around here. Remind me of the good old days when we were here all the time. Re-live our relationship.”
“That’s something that I don’t do all the time,” she laughs. “But for you, sure. Let’s do it. Luckily for you I have an off today at work, planning for a hang over after Kayla’s party… but this is better.”
“Good. I’m glad I’m better than a hangover. That has to be a compliment, right?”
We finish our breakfast slowly, I watch her really savor every bite, then we get showered and dressed to head out. The only clothes that Natasha has with me is her dress, so I lend her a pair of my sweat pants and a tee shirt. The whole ensemble is much too big for her, but she pulls it off. She looked beautiful last night all made up with her hair styled and that incredible dress on… and she looks just as stunning now with my baggy clothing draped over her, her hair scraped back and her face all clean. Natasha is just a natural beauty and I love it.
Then, it’s time to go, so just like I always used to do as we walked around town, I reach out and hold her hand. We never cared back then if people talked about us because they all knew that we were a couple. Things might be different now, us being together could actually cause a stir, but as we’ve reverted to silly, giggly teenagers, it doesn’t matter. For the time being, we are completely untouchable, protected by our love for one another.
“Oh look, the park!” I point and cry out excitedly, like a tourist on vacation. “Can we go there first?”
“Any reason?” I sense Natasha sending me a sly look. “I seem to remember a lot of interesting nights there.”
I was just about to talk about some of the legendary nights out that we had there when we were young and had nowhere else to go, such as the night that Ethan got drunk on some vodka that he found in his parent’s liquor cupboard and he ran his skate board into a tree, smashing it into a million pieces… but the naughty look in her eye lets me know that it isn’t the sort of thing that she’s thinking of at all…
“Of course!” I clap my hand to my forehead, stunned that I didn’t immediately think of that. “The park is where we shared our first kiss, isn’t it? On that night with the really bright full moon.”
“You’re lucky that I already had a crush on you then, because you weren’t exactly smooth.”
“What do you mean?” I don’t know if I’m supposed to be offended by this teasing.
“I can’t remember the exact wording, but you used that cheesy chat up line about falling from heaven…”
“I did not!” I protest, perhaps a little too fiercely. “I’m sure I said something cooler than that.”
“Hey, I’m the fool who fell for it. Maybe I’m the one to blame.”
I grab her and pull her to me to kiss her. Half to shut her up and half just because I really want to. As she leans into me and rests against my chest, I know for sure that this is exactly where I’m supposed to be.
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sp; “Well, whatever cheesy line I used it must have been a good one,” I murmur. “Because you’re here now.”
“I sure am.” God I love her smile. It sets me alight. “And don’t you worry, I have plenty more embarrassing stories of you to share throughout the day. You have moved away and probably forgotten most of yours, but I’ve always been here, reminded of our past. I haven’t forgotten a damn thing, unlucky for you…”
I laugh at her joke, but mostly I’m just pleased by the idea that she hasn’t forgotten anything about me. Just because I have been away, it doesn’t mean that I have forgotten anything either. Natasha has always been this unfinished movie playing in the back of my mind, wanting a better ending than the one that it was given before.
“Come on then. Let’s go on the tour of humiliation. I’m up for it.”
“Are you sure?” she laughs. “Because it isn’t going to be pretty.”
“I can put up with it because I’m with you.”
I wrap my arm around her shoulder and lean my head on hers. Being with Natasha is worth anything.
Chapter Five
Natasha
I can’t recall the moment when our day took a turn from fun to sexy, it must have happened so quickly that I barely noticed it. Or perhaps the thick tension was underlying all day long, seeping through bit by bit until it took over completely. Either way, as we storm back into the hotel room, everything happens rapidly.
We alternate between kissing hard and grabbing on to one another’s bodies like there is no tomorrow and peeling the clothes off each other because we simply need them gone, we can’t hold back and behave like decent people for another second longer, tossing them around the room like they are some garbage. It’s hot and sexy as hell, there’s nothing soft and gentle this time around and that’s the way I need it. I want him to just take me already, to dominate me and control my body, to set me on fire all over. The desire needs to be unleashed”
“Oh fuck, Natasha,” Tony groans as he leans over my naked body against the dresser. “You’re so sexy.”
“Oh yeah?” I run my eyes up and down him, almost falling to my knees at the sight of his sculpted body. I could imagine what Tony looks like naked all day long, but the reality will always be better. I need to spend tonight trying to consume every damn bit of him to memory and put him into my brain. “Not too bad yourself.”
The thickness of his nude cock rests against my leg so I edge my fingers down the small gap between us until I can wrap my fingers around him. He’s thick, big, phenomenal to touch. The sensation of him creates pin pricks of need all the way over me. I stroke him, pumping my fist towards myself so he brushes over my clit, making my powerful, speedy movements work for both of us. His tip against my sensitive nub is intense. I love it.
“Fucking hell, you have no idea what you’re doing to me here, Natasha.”
“Oh, I wish I could explain what you’re doing to me as well. Your body is just so…”
Tony grabs me and he lifts me on to the dresser as if I weigh nothing. The coldness of the wood, plus the mirror behind me makes me squeal, but it does nothing to dampen the heat burning right inside me. There’s nothing that can cool my fiery need, my deep desire for him. It’s a hurricane, a storm in the pit of my stomach, and it cannot wait to finally explode free. That sensation only intensifies with my stomach doing flip flips and my heart pounding so hard against my rib cage I worry it might burst out, as he kisses down my body.
“I want to taste you,” he gasps out, his words blowing hot air over my nipples as he goes further down. My chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, my nipples already standing to attention for him. “I want to take you in my mouth and really taste you, Natasha. Do you want that too? Please tell me that you want that too.”
I gasp out an agreeable sound, but the truth is I don’t know what I want from this man. Everything, I suppose. He’s clearly more experienced than me, we haven’t shared our first time together, I can tell, but that doesn’t matter. It’s great actually, because it means he knows exactly how to work my body…
“Holy fuck!” I cry out, almost jumping from the desk as a finger slips inside. He pushes it in suddenly, shockingly, massaging my insides while his lips reach a hyper sensitive area of my skin on my hips. “Tony!”
Another finger plunges deep, then another, and I ball up fists of his hair as he does. I can’t help myself but tug each time it feels good, which is all the damn time. I’m probably killing him with all the hair pulling, but judging by the grunts coming out of his mouth, he’s loving it too. I get even worse as his lips graze over the thin strip of pubic hair I have leading all the way down to my core. The sensation of each kiss as it gets nearer and nearer sends butterflies flapping. I can hardly keep still as the anticipation crushes down on me. Any minute now…
Oh, fucking hell. I’m dying. I must be dead to be in this much deserved heaven. I thought he felt good buried deep inside of me, driving deeper with every thrust, but his tongue is even better. The way that it swirls, tracing patterns over my clit, with its warm, wet, and slightly bumpy texture is off the scale. I might even be having an out of body experience because it feels so good. Tony moves it fast, not stopping for what feels like a very long time as he steams me along the tracks to the destination of hot bliss. Every inch of me stands to attention to the feel of his mouth, I can’t contain myself as his fingers and lips send me animalistic and wild…
I toss my head back, my hair ticking my back as I scream. The yell is so loud it must disturb every person in the whole damn hotel as he pushes me over the edge. There is something even more and consuming about this orgasm. It seems to affect every inch of me, the hot pleasure flowing through my veins, touching all of my organs, flowing and pumping with my hot blood. Every part of me is alive for Tony. My heart races for him, he’s the only person who matters to me. It’s him and only him. As the bliss swims through me, I almost burst out the L word, telling him how I really feel, how I have always felt, but thankfully there must be a little bit of rationality inside of me that I don’t say it. I keep that locked away for a little while longer, only for me.
“Turn over,” Tony grunts as soon as the pleasure begins to roll to a stop. “Look at yourself.”
The instructions are vague, but I know just what he wants me to do. We must be in sync, have some secret connection which means I just get him, because I instantly hop down from the dresser and turn my back to him. He makes a sound like he’s in actual pain as I bend over in front of him, spreading my palms down.
I watch in the mirror with a racing pulse as he steps up behind me, hooded desire in his gaze, and he angles himself into me. I can see that he’s as swept up by me as I am by him, which is all I need.
“Oh fuck,” I moan as that stunningly thick cock of his slides in once more, the thrust banging my hips against the dresser. I thought the pleasure was done with me, but almost instantly, I feel it creeping once more. Starting in my toes that have curled over and working up through my thighs. “Tony, that feels so good.”
“Watch,” he begs in a whisper. “Watch in the mirror with me. I want us both to see.”
“I… I don’t know if I can,” I admit with my eyes falling closed. “It’s strange.”
“It might be, but I want you to see what I see. It’s so fucking sexy.”
I peek with one eye first, then the other, wanting to share this experience with Tony. If it wasn’t for that need then I don’t think I would have gone along with his request at all… “Oh wow, Tony… there we are.”
It’s strange to see such an unfamiliar version of myself staring back at me. I seem wild and primal, not like the buttoned up person I really am, and through all the mess I look happy. Tony too. With each thrust, I watch the both of us, seeing the bliss matched in both of us. Tony looks vulnerable and exposed, raw, just for me. He wants me to watch because he wants me to see a new side to him, to peel back more, to make me fall for him even more… not that he needs to. I’m already a
ll in. He’s all of me already.
I feel his thighs tense up behind me and he leans forward as the pleasure gets too much for him, his hands creeping up my body until they cup my breasts. His fingers graze over my needy nipples, sending a flurry of strange sensations from there bolting down to my core as he tugs and teases me. It isn’t long before I’m swimming in pleasure again, shattering, crumbling, falling apart in the best way possible under the weight of Tony Compton.
This is it, I think excitedly to myself. My life is going to be perfect from here on out…
* * *
“Tony,” I mutter as I stretch my hand across the bed. I want to feel him before I open my eyes. “Tony, are we ordering breakfast in bed again? Because that was really amazing the last time we did…”
But I don’t get an answer, and actually that’s hardly a surprise because the other side of the bed is ice cold like it has been empty for a while. I snap my eyes open to confirm what I already know.
“Tony?” I push myself into a sitting position. “Where are you? In the shower?”
But I can’t hear any water, and as I glance my eyes around the room, it’s very obvious that it is more than that. Much more. The room is empty, aside from my clothes which have been flung around the room. Everything belonging to him has gone… like he made a quick getaway or something.
No. I shake my head hard, refusing to accept what is so obvious in front of me. No, no, no.
Something must have happened, there must be a logical explanation for this. I mean, everything was going amazingly between me and Tony, it was perfect at last. There is no chance in hell that he would run, through his own choice this time around. He wouldn’t do that to me. He’s a nice guy. He always has been. He wouldn’t…
I grab the phone and call downstairs to the reception desk. As the woman answers, I beg for a reasonable response to what I’m about to ask her. “Hi, I’m in room 381…”
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