He will take another ice cube in his hand and let it melt, stroking it around her pussy while he sticks his cool fingers inside her. He wants to hold her belly while he moves his hand in and out of her, fisting her deeper and deeper.
God, his mind is filled with all the things he wants to do to her to make her so happy. He’d take another ice cube in his mouth and move it around her pussy, driving her crazy while scratching her gorgeous back lightly with his nails. He wants to mark her as his so everyone at the party will know she has just been fucked by him, unabashed and unashamed.
He can’t wait to see her again. As he thinks about all this, he strokes his cock so fast and hard, he spews all over the bed, imagining Jane lying there on her belly, her ass in the air while he pumps his cock in her. He looks in the mirror and loves his body.
Though the world is trying to bring him down, he knows he’s got a lot to offer. He’s a catch, and no one will be able to get in his way.
There is a knock at the door.
“Room service,” a woman’s voice says in an Icelandic accent.
Room service? Brad didn’t order room service.
“You’ve got the wrong room,” Brad says aloud, feeling annoyed she’s disturbed his bliss.
“Mr. Halliwell, room 1301?”
“Yes.”
“Room service is for you,” she says again.
“Jesus Christ,” Brad mutters. He reaches over for his bath robe and goes to the door.
He opens it and there is a tall, blonde woman with big tits wearing next to nothing. She pushes a tray into the room.
“Special gift from your lawyer, Mr. Halliwell,” she says, pushing him against the wall, opening his robe and going on her knees to suck him. She sticks his cock in her mouth and pushes her head in and out. It feels so good, and he gets confused, still imagining Jane there.
He groans and moans, then looks down and sees this woman with her gorgeous tits. He realizes it isn’t Jane and goes soft.
“What’s wrong? You don’t like my sucking?” she pouts.
“No, you’re hot. Really, you are. I’m just in love with someone, and what you’re doing doesn’t work for me anymore. I’m sure you’d be a good lay,” Brad says, trying to settle himself down.
“Here’s a thousand dollar tip. Go treat yourself to something special.”
“Well, you’re the easiest customer I’ve ever had,” she says, taking the money and leaving.
“Fuck,” Brad tells himself. “What wouldn't I do for Jane?”
He goes back to the bed to finish himself off, thinking of Jane sucking him off with her beautiful mouth and sexy body. He loves that her tits are small. He can’t wait to see her again, to fuck her silly, and give her everything she’s ever wanted.
He keeps stroking himself until he comes all over his hand, and it squirts up into the air. God, how he wants to make her squirt.
He can imagine what it will be like to turn her into a wild woman just for him. They won’t ever get out of bed or get things done. They will just fuck like bunnies, all day long. Brad loves the thought of that.
The phone rings. Brad answers, and it takes him out of his bubble.
“That crazy woman? What the hell is she up to now? Deal with it, man. I’m telling you, I can’t take this any longer. Who do I have to pay to take care of this madness?”
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Jane is so excited to see Brad. She is counting the days until she gets to see him. She has no idea if he knows how she feels about him, or if he thinks she is upset with him.
She is so concerned about him. Where is he staying? Is he afraid? Are people harassing him? She wishes she could hold him close to her and take it all away for him. Oh, it feels like torment not being able to speak with him.
Jane goes to bed early each night to catch up on her beauty sleep, and because she really doesn’t know what else to do with the nervous energy.
On the night before she leaves for Iceland, she has a strange dream. She is taken to this faraway place, a remote island in the South Pacific. She walks through bushes until she finds a clearing. It’s an old temple covered in moss. It looks absolutely magical and smells so refreshing.
In the dream, everything seems to come to life—the colors, the smells, and even the textures.
In the distance, she sees Brad. Jane’s heart flutters, and she runs up to see him. Getting closer, she sees that Brad isn’t wearing anything. He is completely naked, but instead of being happy to see Jane, he is sitting on a stone bench sobbing.
This totally confuses Jane. Why doesn’t he see she is there? Doesn’t he know she misses him and is so happy to see him?
She goes up to him and puts her hand on his shoulder. He is sweaty, and it feels like there is dirt on him. It’s as if he has been there for ages, alone, lost, and working hard.
“Brad? Brad, it’s me, Jane. I’m here! You’re not alone anymore.”
Brad looks up to her with red eyes and stares right into hers. He blinks.
“Jane? Is that really you? Where have you been?”
“I don’t know, Brad, but I’m here now.”
He leans over onto her shoulder and sobs more. “I miss you, Jane. I miss you.”
“I miss you, too, Brad. I really do,” Jane says, tipping his chin up so she can kiss him.
He reaches back in desperation to feel her cool, soft, supple skin.
“You are an angel, Jane. You really are. I don’t know where I’ve been all my life without you,” he says.
Just as Jane is about to lean into Brad and start kissing him all over, she wakes up. She is sweating, partly from arousal and partly from feeling like she just returned from a jungle setting in the dream.
Jane sits up and starts crying, feeling the pain of Brad’s loneliness, not only right now but throughout his whole life. She really gets that he has been battling on his own, with no one really getting him. Jane feels so sorry for him, wishing she could show him that she knows his heart and how lovable he is.
She understands for the first time what he saw in her and why he has fallen for her. She is his angel.
Jane’s heart beats quickly, and she feels an urgency to see Brad. She is powerless, though, and feels completely incapable of doing anything about it.
The only way she can handle these feelings of love and intimacy is to take out the finger vibrator he gave her. It vibrates so fast, she’s concerned that it will be too intense for her. Instead, she starts playing with herself first to warm herself up, thinking of Brad’s muscles and sweaty body in the dream.
How she wishes she could have pushed him down on the stone bench and crawled on top of him, taking her top off so he could grab her tits in his hands and rub them, getting the nipples harder and harder.
She would take the end of his hard cock and rub it around her clit and the opening to her vagina, thrusting herself deep on top of him. Then she’d pull out fully, getting him horny and wanting even more while she gets dripping wet.
She would hold his cock at the base with a tight grip, riding him up and down, driving him wild. He would press so deep inside her, pushing at her g-spot, getting her so revved up that she would scream at the top of her lungs in the temple, knowing no one could hear them. It would echo through eternity.
As Jane imagines all this, she puts on the finger vibrator and lightly touches it on her labia and clit, stimulating her immediately. It sends shock waves through her body and she starts shaking. She can hardly contain herself as she imagines Brad’s hot, dripping body, desperately fucking her in the tropics filled with wild animals and exotic birds.
Jane takes her other hand and pushes it in and out of her. The finger vibrator on full speed sends intense tingles up her spine and a flush of energy to her head.
She curls her back up off the bed, digging her hips into the mattress as she lets out a flood of juices all over the sheets, more than she’s ever seen before. She isn’t sure if she just peed everywhere, but she doesn’t care. It feels like the bes
t ecstasy she has ever had.
Jane lays there, exhausted and satisfied, thinking only of when she can see Brad and hold him in her arms again. That dream showed her they are meant to be together, and she is now fully convinced of it.
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The next morning, Jane heads out to the spa to get her hair and makeup done. She wants to look as beautiful as she can when she arrives in Iceland to see Brad.
A limo arrives to pick her up. Inside there is a bottle of white wine from Bali and a fresh bouquet of roses.
They drive to his private jet. Around them is a group of activists protesting against him. They carry placards saying, ‘You can’t escape child support,’ ‘You have no excuses, Brad. Pay up,’ and ‘Even billionaires have to follow the rules.’
Jane is horrified. She knows in her heart that Brad is innocent and she wishes she could march right up to everyone, tell them the truth, and make them stop. He doesn’t deserve this.
She feels so sorry for Brad and the terrible way he is being attacked. She gets out of the limo and everyone starts yelling at her, thinking Brad is in there with her.
“Get out while you can, sister!”
“Don’t let him knock you up.”
“Stop hiding him out.”
All their jeers come her way without letting up. Jane tries to hold her head up high and not expose herself or take in the aggressive attacks. She puts her sunglasses on, trying to pretend she doesn’t care. A few bodyguards are there to walk her up the red carpet to the jet. Behind her, the driver brings her bags for her.
When she gets onto the plane, one of the bodyguards asks if she is okay and if he can get anything for her. He can see she is rattled and anxious.
“I’ll be fine, but thank you,” Jane replies, taking off her sunglasses.
The bodyguard is stunned at how beautiful she is. He sees why Mr. Halliwell has fallen head over heels for her.
“You look beautiful, ma’am, if I may say so,” he acknowledges politely.
“Why, thank you, sir,” she smiles. She looks out the window at everyone who thinks Brad is a horrible man. A week ago, she would have agreed with them, doubted him, even been afraid of him. But now, she has realized she is deeply in love with him, and it hurts her to see how misunderstood he is and how lonely he has been.
Nobody understands his pain, how much he wants to be a regular guy, or the pressures he faces on a daily basis. Jane wants to be that one shining light in his life, the one who can make it easier and better for him. She wants to be the woman of his dreams and the woman who stands beside him, no matter what.
Inside the plane there is a big screen T.V. Midway through the flight, it comes on and there is Brad’s face before her. He starts to speak.
“Jane, I’m so pleased to hear you are coming to Iceland. I have been so lonely without you and can’t wait to see you. I want you to know how precious you are to me, and I want to thank you for not leaving me during this time of crisis.
“You are so beautiful, and I think of you all the time. I can’t wait to hold you again and make sweet love to you. Have a wonderful trip and know that I’m counting down the minutes until I can see you.”
Jane is in tears and wishes she could just go up to him and hug and kiss him right now. She can see in his face that this whole ordeal has taken a toll on him. It’s been absolutely dreadful.
She wishes she could say back to him, ‘Oh Brad, don’t worry. I love you so much. You are the man of my dreams and I am the woman of yours. We will never be separated like this again. I am so sorry you are alone like this. You don’t deserve it. I am counting down the minutes, too. I’m coming to see you, my dear.’
Jane has never felt this strongly before. It’s as if her chest could explode with the amount of love and yearning she feels. This separation seems too much to bear.
She cuddles up in a blanket on the chair and tries to soothe herself to sleep. She wishes Brad were right there beside her to hold her body and rub her feet. The light rocking of the plane eventually lulls her to sleep.
Jane wakes up when the plane starts to descend. She has been asleep for about five hours and wakes up groggy. She can see the island in the distance.
She is captivated already by the country. She wishes her mother could see the places she’s been to.
Maybe then, her mother would feel more at ease with Jane going on adventures and living in New York. She has never travelled out of the country before and just doesn’t understand the joy of it.
When the plane lands, there is a red carpet laid out for Jane on the tarmac. The pilot brings her baggage down the stairs behind her, There is a limo waiting, and out steps Brad in a white, three-piece suit, looking more handsome than ever. He puts his hand on his chest, as if his breath is taken away.
Jane tries to walk down the stairs as fast as she can without tripping. At the bottom of the stairs she takes her heels off and runs toward Brad, leaping into his arms. He lifts her up and kisses her, embracing her for a long time. He doesn’t want to let her go.
“Jane, I can’t even tell you…” Brad starts.
“Shhhh… it’s okay, I get it. There’s no need to explain,” she says. “I was the one who got scared and ran away.”
Tears well up in Brad’s eyes.
“Oh, Jane, you had every right to be scared. I get it. You had no idea what to think. I’ve just missed you, that’s all. Thank you for coming.” He grabs her and holds her tight. “You look so beautiful! I love this outfit you’re wearing. Could there possibly be something equally enticing underneath?”
Jane smiles, “I can see you are back to normal, my dear. Well, you’ll have to wait and see, won’t you?”
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Brad and Jane climb into the back of the limo. Brad can’t take his hands off of her. He lifts up her skirt and traces his fingers around her panties. They are thin with a lace trim.
“Mind if I take a peek, dear?” he asks her.
“I’d love it if you did,” Jane says, holding his head and stroking his hair.
He pushes her skirt up and sees she is wearing bright red, satin and lace-trimmed panties. “Oh my God, you look so hot in those, baby. I can’t keep those on you for much longer.”
With his teeth, Brad nibbles on the inside of her thighs, tracing up to her hip, and then biting her panties, pulling them down slowly, going side to side. He sucks on her pubic bone, licks her hair, and then goes further down to her clit.
“Oh, God, Brad, I’ve been dying for you to do that!” Jane moans, tossing her body further back on the leather seat. Her juices start flowing.
He presses in and licks a few more times, flattening his tongue and then making a hard tip to stimulate her more and more. He loves hearing her squeal and seeing her body react.
Jane takes her foot and feels for Brad’s cock. It is super-hard, as she expects.
“You’re such a wild beast, Mr. Halliwell,” she teases. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you liked me or something,” she giggles.
She strokes his cock more with her foot. He starts rubbing himself against her, moaning and getting turned on and hot all over.
He undoes his pants, and she feels the soft skin of his cock, then rubs his balls with her foot. She spreads her legs open while massaging him and shows him her pussy. She massages it to get it wet, while rubbing Brad’s balls, then his ass, then around to his cock. He is rock hard by this point, rolling his eyes back in ecstasy. I can’t even believe you were a virgin when I met you. My God, woman, you know exactly how to turn me on.”
“Oh really? Well, there’s more,” Jane replies.
She unbuttons her top, one by one, and underneath is a bright-red, push up bra with sparkles. It makes her breasts look like they are two sizes bigger.
“Holy fuck, Jane, where the hell did you get that?” Brad drools. “You are insanely gorgeous. I just want to fuck you so badly.”
He moves up to her tits and buries his head in them. He sticks his fingers insid
e her cunt, moving them back and forth, inside and out, making juicy sounds.
Jane moans so loudly and loses her mind. Brad goes up to her neck and sucks it hard and deep, leaving a beautiful mark on her. She is all his, and nobody is going to take her away from him.
“Fuck me, Brad. Take that big, hard cock and stick it inside me. Make me come all over these seats, all over you. Fuck me until I can’t stand it anymore,” Jane tells him. “Fuck me now, Brad!”
She pulls his hips closer and wraps her legs around his ass, pushing him down into her. He goes in deep, hard, and fast, and keeps fucking her, in and out, until they both come together at the same time. Her juices gush out all over his cock, and his come squirts inside of her. He holds her as she keeps tightening her vagina around him, her whole body tense in his grip.
“Brad… I love you,” she whispers in his ear.
“I love you, too, Jane, so much,” he whispers back, then sucks on her earlobe.
They put themselves back together, and Jane freshens up her makeup.
They drive up to the front of the Northern Lights Hotel, the top hotel in the country of Iceland. It is known for having a fresh buffet at all times of the day, a concierge assigned to each room, and chocolate-dipped flowers placed on the pillows each morning.
“You will love this place, my dear. I can’t wait to spend my days and nights here with you,” Brad says, squeezing her hand.
Jane’s eyes widen at the entrance of the hotel— gold and brass statues and décor, doormen in tuxedos, and well-dressed guests going in and out. She has never seen a place quite like this.
The driver opens the door for her and helps her out. Brad comes to greet her on the other side. They go toward the front door, and their personal concierge, Cecil, greets them, motioning for someone to see to their bags. He welcomes them both to Iceland and asks if they would like champagne on their way up to the room, and they accept.
A waiter brings a tray of chocolate-covered cherries as well.
“Boy, it really helps that you walk in high places. I could get far too used to this,” Jane says to Brad.
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