by Dani Lovell
"We're together now. Come to bed with me, baby."
"Mmm, and you can make... um, love to me. Will you? Please?"
"Baby, I'll make love to you non-stop until you leave for the airport; if that's what you want."
"So we're not heading to the club?"
"Club? What club?" he says with a smile, before taking me into his arms again and kissing me.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
FRIDAY 21ST SEPTEMBER (CONT.)
I lay on the bed, hot and panting after a wickedly intense orgasm. Daniel's head still clamped between my thighs, my fists clutching his hair. My ankles are crossed above his body, the glittery Manolo's gloriously catching the light. I slowly open my eyes and relax my thighs and fingers, enabling him to come up for air.
"Oh, wow..." I whisper, huskily, "That was amazing."
"For me, too, baby," he says as he crawls up my body, resting on top of me and kissing me gently.
"Can you taste yourself on my lips?"
I can, and it's not as weird as I thought it might be. It's actually quite arousing. "Yes, I like it, strangely."
"I love the way you taste, baby."
I smile at him, he's just so gorgeous. "Tonight is amazing, Daniel, and we haven't even had... made... you know, yet."
"You mean we haven't made love yet?"
"Yes." I blush and look down.
"You've said it a few times, Bea, why do you feel uncomfortable now?"
"You know what I think about that, I never say it until I'm, you know... in a relationship where the other person and I are in love with each other. It's very unusual for me to have been saying it, like I have, recently."
Daniel looks at me in that way again, the silent way. It's so awkward, like he doesn't know what to say because he thinks I'm asking him to tell me he loves me, or something. I'm not.
"But anyway," I break the weird silence, "I'm looking forward to... making... it. I love tonight, thank you for coming."
"Don't thank me, I'm just so glad to be spending another night with you, I didn't think I'd see you again."
"Me neither," I say as he kisses my nose.
"So, baby, I know how you feel, and I know that you wanted to distance yourself, but do you think we could spend your last day together, tomorrow? I want to be with you every second until you get on that plane, Sunday."
How can I say no to that? I should, but I don't even want that anymore. I want as much as I can get. "I'd love to Daniel."
"Really?" he asks, and his face lights up. He's adorable!
"Really. I kind of broke the whole 'no contact' thing when I started sex texting you earlier."
"I'm so happy to hear that, baby; I'll make your last day, one to remember. I promise."
"I've no doubt that you will, Sexy."
His eyes sparkle. "So, instead of 'making love' right now, why don't we get some clothes on, get a bite to eat and some drinks up here, and ask the others if they want to join us?"
As disappointed as I am that we have to get out of bed and stop this wonderful 'skin-on-skin' contact, I think that's sounds really fun. "Sounds great, where will we get food from?"
"That's not an issue when you live here, baby, I can have 'Whatever, Whenever'. Literally, it's like a 'thing' they do here. We can call down and get some food sent up."
"Wow, sounds fabulous! I love where I live and everything, but you don't get that there, this sounds very indulgent!"
"It's great, although I'm not totally spoiled, I like to keep my feet on the ground, I don't ask for the tub to be filled with candy or anything."
"Shame, I love sweeties!" I giggle. "Do you have something I can put on? I adore my new dress, but it's not for chilling about indoors in, I don't want to ruin it."
"I don't know what I've got that will fit you, but you're welcome to wear whatever you like. Come," he says as he climbs off me and walks towards one of the two side doors. I follow him through one of them, and find myself in the most enormous walk-in wardrobe, full of Daniel's clothes and shoes and accessories. It smells divine! "Oh Daniel, it smells like you in here, I love it. Mmm."
He raises an eyebrow and smirks slightly. "So you 'love' how I smell, huh? What else to you 'love' about me?"
"You 'love' that word, don't you? Are you just saying it to make me feel uncomfortable? Do you 'love' doing that to me?"
"I know what I do 'love' doing to you," he says with a grin, looking me up and down. "Holy crap! You're still wearing the stilettos! Oh my god, baby, you're standing in my closet, completely naked except for those sexy heels. I 'love' that and I want to do what I 'love' doing to you right now, in here," he says and wraps his arms around me, walking me towards the doorframe.
"We're supposed to be getting me some clothes, young man. I don't think we should be fucking in the walk-in wardrobe."
"I don't plan on 'fucking' you, baby, and you know that. Turn around."
I do as I'm told, and Daniel scoops my hair up and pushes it over one shoulder, leaving my neck clear for him to kiss. He puts both of his hands on my waist and pulls me back against him; my heels make me the perfect height, his erection pushing through the gap at the top of my thighs. I grab hold of the door frame with one hand, and reach down, in between my legs, with the other, to press him against me. He's so warm and hard, I need to push him inside me and let him fuck... make love to me.
"Baby, I can feel how wet you are."
I moan, loudly, and he cups one of my breasts, smoothing his fingers over my hard nipple.
"Your body is beautiful, Bea, every tiny bit is perfect, your skin is so soft, I crave every inch of you."
"Daniel, please... do it..."
"Do what, baby?" he asks, kissing my jaw.
"Just fuck me, Daniel."
"That's not happening, Bea."
"Please!" I shout, urgently, I need this so badly.
"No, baby. Say it."
"Please, Daniel."
"I want you to say it and I want you to mean it."
I pull my head away from his shoulder and look down. I close my eyes, psyching myself up. I really, really do want to say it, I want him to do it and I want to do it with him, but it is actually starting to mean something to me, and it's just a 'term of phrase' for Daniel. I believe he prefers to say 'make love', because he thinks 'fucking me' is derogatory, but he doesn't realise how much 'making love' means to me. He says he wants me to mean it but I don't think he realises that by meaning it, for me, it would mean I'm in love with him.
Somehow, after only a week or so... I think I might be.
"Please, please, Daniel."
He pulls back and presses the end of his erection into me.
"Oh god!" I yell, "Yes."
He slowly eases into me and I bend forward slightly to push myself onto him. I moan, loudly. "Yes, baby, make noise for me, I love your pleasure, I love your body, I love..."
"Oh, yes, it's so good, you're so good."
He slides out slowly and pushes into me again, deep. "Bea, you're amazing," he whispers, moving a little faster, harder, deeper.
"You too, Daniel, so amazing, keep going, keep doing it, keep..."
"Yes baby?" he asks breathlessly.
"I want to, I want to say it."
"Then say it, baby, please? It means something."
His pounding hits the spot, head on (so to speak), over and over and it's agonisingly pleasurable. The huge waves are building inside as heat rushes to my groin. "I can't see you, I can't say it to the wall, but don't stop, oh god don't stop! Later..."
His fingers grab my chin and he turns my face to the side, leaning forward so his face is immediately in front of mine and he kisses me. "Look at me, don't stop looking, baby."
I look into his eyes and I know I can say it, say it and mean it, I want to. "Make love to me, please make love to me, oh... yes, oh god... make love to me, make love...yes... yes...ah!" I explode around him, hard and passionately. "Oh, Daniel!" I shout, louder than loud.
"Oh god, baby, yes!" Daniel
groans as he thrusts into me, hard, before stilling and resting his hand on the door frame in front of us. He splays his other hand on my stomach and drops his face to my shoulder.
I raise my hand and stroke the back of his neck, resting the other with his, on my belly. We stand in silence for a moment, calming our breathing, Daniel gently kissing my shoulder.
"Stay?" he whispers and I smile.
"If I could, believe me, I would."
"Can't you?"
"Sadly, no. Come with me?" I ask, knowing the answer.
"This is when I wish I had a boring, normal job that I could just quit. Then I'd come and be with you."
"What if you hated living in England?"
"I wouldn't care if I could be with you."
"You're sweet, Daniel,"
"More like smitten."
I grin and turn to face him, wrapping my hands around his neck. "I don't think you're real; there is nothing wrong with you, literally, nothing! Apart from living thousands of miles away, of course. You will make a California girl very happy, one day, as much as it pains me to say it."
"Don't say it." He kisses my nose again. "I don't want to make anyone else happy."
"One day you will."
"I won't. I don't want you making anyone happy either." He pouts like a child.
"You're so cute Daniel," I say, turning his pout into a shy smile.
"I need to use your bathroom, please. Where is it?"
He tightens his arms around me and nuzzles his head into my hair. "Don't go..."
"I have to, but I'll be back in a minute and you can get me something to wear and then show me around."
"Ok, baby. It's the next door on your right."
"Thank you."
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I check my face before I leave the bathroom, it's still fine, the lipstick has gone and there are no ugly red smears, so all is good. I wash my hands and collect my underwear from the bedroom floor before making my way back to the walk-in wardrobe. Daniel has put another of his super-sexy polo shirts on, this one is a pale blue Ralph Lauren one, and it skims his muscles perfectly. He has teamed it with a pair of navy cargo shorts and he looks hot. I kick off my shoes and wander over to him, still completely naked. How do I not feel uncomfortable? Must be the booze.
He offers me a beautiful, huge smile. God, I do love him. "Hello, baby."
"Hello, again, you look gorgeous."
"So do you, baby."
I smile. "So, what have you got for me to wear, Sexy?"
"I really don't know, my pants will be way too big, you're tiny."
"Ok, I'll have a look."
"Help yourself to anything, I'll go and put some music on and fix us a drink." He puts his arm around me and kisses me before leaving.
I put my underwear on, looking around at all of his clothes, wondering what on earth to wear. After a good rummage around in this 'Daniel-scented haven', I find a v-neck, lamb’s wool, navy jumper which looks very comfy, and a pair of pale blue and white striped cotton boxers. I dress and roll the waist band of the boxers over so they fit me better. I am the most comfortable I think I've ever been. I head back out to the bedroom and make the bed before joining Daniel in the kitchen.
"Fuck," he says, looking me up and down, "how do you make a pair of boxers and a sweater look so hot?"
I giggle and roll my eyes. "I'm sure I don't, you'd probably say I make granny pants and flip flops look hot."
"I think you probably would!"
"No one can make granny pants look hot, Daniel."
"Well, you've already told me you don't 'do' granny panties so it doesn't matter does it? I love your panties."
"And I love your pants Daniel, these are super comfy!"
"Keep them, something to remember me by."
"Ok, I will, thank you. Shall I text Tilly and see if they want to come here?"
"Yes, great." I walk back out to the hall to retrieve my clutch bag and dress from the floor, pulling my mobile out. There is a text from Tilly which I open as I walk back to the kitchen.
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Tilly 22 Sep 00:20
Hey! Are you two still snogging in the hallway?! Are you coming here? It's gorge! Let me know what you are doing. Luke is THE BEST DANCER on the planet. He is going to get some tonight! Xxxxxxxxxxx
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I laugh as I lean against the kitchen work top and hit reply.
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22 Sep 00:50
Sorry, doll! We got a bit sidetracked ;-) We're at Daniel's apartment and about to get something to eat. We wondered if you all wanted to come and join us for food and drinkies? I need to talk to you too. Please come? It'll be fun, promise. Xx
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"Here, baby." Daniel hands me yet another glass of champagne.
"Thank you, darling, I will not feel good in the morning!"
"I'll take care of you. Cheers." We clink glasses and I take a sip, it's freezing cold and delicious.
"Mmm, Daniel, it's lovely. Is it Veuve?"
"Veuve Clicquot? Yes, how did you know that?"
"It's my favourite."
Daniel smiles and takes another sip. "You called me darling; you haven't called me that before."
"Did I? When?"
"Just now."
"Oh, do you like it?"
"Yes, I love it; it makes me feel like your boyfriend."
"Well, you are, kind of, for a bit anyway. My holiday boyfriend," I say with a grin.
"I like that. I'd rather be your real boyfriend, but holiday boyfriend will do."
"So, can I have a look about?"
"Please do, baby. This is the kitchen as you can see..." It's a lovely modern kitchen with dark wood cupboards and cream, marble work tops. It is open plan so behind the long kitchen island is a dining area with a large dark wood table. Beyond that is the living area, it's all very co-ordinated. A huge, cream, deep, shag-pile rug sits in the living area under one large, taupe fabric sofa and two black, leather Barcelona chairs opposite. At both ends, are large, square, cream furry poufs. In the centre of the seating area is a huge, square, striped fabric coffee table in taupe and black with a glass top. It's so stylish, I want to live here.
The balcony is beyond the living area and it's large but I can't see too much in the dark. To the left of the living area is the spare bedroom and it's decorated in bright red and white. That has an en-suite too. There is a utility room and toilet further up the main room, opposite the kitchen entrance and then around the corner is the corridor to the front door.
"It's not big, but I like it. I initially bought it as an investment to lease out, I was going to get something else for myself, a little larger, but decided I liked it here so I moved in. Do you like it, baby?"
"I love it Daniel, I think it's huge. I thought my apartment was quite big but it's not at all, not compared to this."
"I'm glad you like it," he says as he approaches me from behind, snaking one arm around my waist and kissing my cheek.
My iPhone chimes on the kitchen work top and he walks over to get it for me. "Sit, baby. Make yourself comfortable," he says, handing me my phone. I stroll over to the taupe sofa and curl myself up in the corner, putting my champagne down on the coffee table in front of me.
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Tilly 22 Sep 00:59
You don't need to ask twice, sounds great. I would like a bit more quiet time with Luke too ;-) Gemma and Jay aren't coming; they're going home to do it. Lol. Be there in a bit. I'm STARVING! Xx
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"They're coming," I call to Daniel who is fiddling with his iPod. "Just Til and Luke, though, Gemma and Jay got horny and are going home apparently," I say with a smile.
"We're not the only ones then." He wanders over to join me on the sofa as the music starts to play in the background. He sits next to me and puts an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to him. "You look so damned hot baby, you have incredible legs," he says, gliding a hand along my thigh. "I'd never have thought my clothes could look as sexy, as they do on you right now." His eye
s lingering around the v-neck of the jumper.
I smile and snuggle further into him, tucked under his arm, listening to the music like we've been together, forever.
"How's your hand, baby?" he asks, holding his hand out for mine.
"Oh, it's fine, I can't feel it anymore," I say as I show him and he raises it to his lips. They're so soft.
"Thank you, it's fine. Really." I caress his cheek. "I smell of you, in these clothes. Mmm."
"You make me smile all the time, you're so sweet."
"Well, I won't complain about that because I love your smile," I say with a huge grin.
"Another thing you 'love', Bea," Oh, I love you, Daniel...
"Yet another, Sexy Berkeley. This is really relaxing; you, me and Veuve, a bit of music, your fabulous apartment. I wish I could stay forever."
"Why don't you stay on a couple extra days?" he asks, hopefully.
"Don't say that, I can't. I need to get back for work, and staying on a little longer won't make it any easier to leave. I'll still have to."
"I know, I just thought we could get a little more time."
"I know and it would be wonderful, Daniel. But I have a flight booked and don't fancy flying back alone, and before you offer to do the journey with me, I really don't think delaying things will help."
"Ok, baby, I'll stop now."
"Thank you. I really don't want to go, if it makes you feel any better."
"It does... and it doesn't. I want you to want me, but I don't want you to be sad when you go."
"I do want you, so much, and I will be really sad. So I'm afraid you'll just have to know it and get used to it."
"Yes ma'am!" He laughs.
"Til and Luke will be here soon, can we have a pash before they get here?"
"A pash?" he repeats, amused.
"Yeah, you know, 'make out'."
He chuckles, "Sure, baby. There's nothing I'd like more than a 'pash' with you right now." He clutches my chin with his fingers and draws my face up to his and our lips touch, caressing gently, unhurriedly. I could kiss this mouth for eternity, I love everything about it. I glide my hand slowly across his lap to rest on his cock, slowly stroking it through his shorts. Holy fuck, he's hard as rock.
He pulls away, gently. "Baby, you're making me want you again, but Tilly and Luke will be here soon... God, you're incredible, I want you, all the time."