U.K. Boxing Day: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 91)

by Flora Ferrari

  His muscles are taut, flexed, and hard as a rock. He rips off his jacket and tosses it to the side, allowing me to feel his thick pecs and down across his abdominals, feeling each groove between each of his perfectly defined twelve-pack.

  Just as quickly as I’m feeling him up and down, I feel my panties moisten and my nipples pebble, knowing this isn’t going to stop at just kissing.

  This is exactly why I came to London.

  Did I want to see his fight? Absolutely. But I wanted to see if he was more than a fighter, if he was a lover…my lover.

  The way his hands hold me tight tells me he has nothing slow and gentle planned, no love making right now though. This is need, pure unadulterated need from both sides.

  And I need him now and forever. I’m completely sure of that.

  His lips slowly move away from mine, catching my lower lip just as he goes. My head moves with him trying to stay connected, but our bond is broken.

  “I want to see you, beautiful. All of you,” he commands, his piercing eyes shooting fire at me. That piercing look tells me his eyes alone could start fires that would burn this whole damn city down if I don’t give him exactly what he wants, and what I want too.

  He steps back, his palms pressing against the glass as his heaving chest rises and falls and his hungry look focuses on me.

  I swallow hard, feeling completely exposed out here in this big empty space alone. And this is before I’ve even exposed an inch of my flesh to him.

  “What do you want to see?” I ask nervously.

  “All of you,” he growls. “Every single inch of you bared for me. I want to take in the view of your beautiful perfection from this height, making the head rush I already have multiply to the point I can’t even think, can’t focus, can’t breathe…because I’m so lost inside you.”

  “Lost in me?”

  “My eyes. My tongue, and soon my cock. All of me. Every damn part of my existence.”

  He smirks at me in a way that a feral wolf would when he knows his prey is backed into a corner with nowhere to run, not that I want to be anywhere else than where I am right now.

  I slowly unzip my jacket, his eyes following the metal down as it opens.

  “That’s it. Keep going. Show me more. Show me everything.”

  “This is what you want?” I say tossing my jacket on top of his and pulling my shoulders back, sending my chest more forward.

  “I want it all,” he says, his eyes raking across my body.

  “What if I want to go first? What if I want the same from you? What if I want to see you and to taste you?”

  “You can and you will, but I go first. I taste you first and I please you like you’ve never felt pleasure before. You can count on that,” he says and my eyes dart to his trousers as I see his huge cock jerk underneath the fabric of his pants right before my very eyes.

  “Yeah, that’s right. That’s for you. I’ve been saving it just for you and no one else. And I will have you. Tell me you want it.”

  “I do want it…every last inch.”

  “Good, then be a good girl, and a naughty girl too, and show me what’s mine.”

  My entire body aches for him, and I know my panties are soaked through.

  And he knows it too, his eyes move to my middle and lock on right there.

  I feel my entire body shaking.

  “Show me,” he demands.

  I’m so turned on I feel like I could practically come right now, just from his look.

  “I’m going to make you scream so loud that the whole city will hear it from this height.”

  “Scream?”

  “Oh you’re going to scream all right, when I stick my tongue deep inside you and fill you with it, diving deep in your pussy and taking your clit in my mouth. You’ll scream all right. You can count on that.”

  I reach for my belt and two deep grumbles leave his chest, visible vibrations underneath his shirt, as his nostrils flare.

  Once my belt is off, I toss on the rapidly growing pile of clothes, unbuttoning my pants.

  “Slower, and keep your eyes on mine,” he says, as he watches me undress.

  “I want to see just how wet you are for me. See how moist those panties are before I put my wet tongue down there and taste what I’ve done to you.”

  My pants reach my ankles and as the capsule continues to move I’m worried about falling flat on my face, not sexy at all.

  I wobble backwards and sit down on the wooden bench in the middle, removing my shoes and then sliding my pants off my legs.

  “Right there. Spread your legs wide for me. Show me your wet panties.”

  I square my body up to him, my breath catching and then a moan escapes me as I spread my legs, pointing my feet outward giving him a straight shot at my sex.

  “Wider. I need you as wide as you can go before I open you even wider than you could ever dream possible,” he says, the glass behind him squeaking as his hands slide down like he’s trying to get a grip but can’t.

  And I can’t get a grip either, but for me the difference is grasping between reality and fantasy.

  It’s fifteen minutes from the bottom of the eye to the top and we’re rapidly approaching the position that puts us at the peak. I take in the unobstructed view of the city, admiring the houses of parliament, the red double decker buses cross the bridge over the River Thames…all the history of this amazing city, and thoughts of all the history we’re going to make together.

  Has something like this ever been attempted?

  What if we get caught?

  What if I want us to get caught, but his possessive streak runs wild on anyone who sees my body…his body?

  “Wider,” his voice booms off the interior glass and my body jerks, my back ramrod straight.

  I can feel my pulse in my wrists and in my neck as I grasp the edge of the bench. I’m so damn wet right now. I want his tongue, his cock, everything he’s got inside me opening me as we reach the top.

  Slowly I spread my legs more, and more, and more until the inside of my knees and thighs hurt, unable to stretch another inch.

  Oliver moans as his hands come off the glass and he takes two steps towards me, standing over me and I can feel his power, his authority, his size.

  Slight fear mixed with fantasy rips through my body, my brain racing a mile a minute as he suddenly drops straight down to his knees, his hand grabbing the outside of my thighs as he drags me right toward him, my ass sliding along the polished wood surface.

  I feel my panties catch slightly and they move. Damn I wish they tore off, but he’s already a step ahead of me.

  His face dives into my middle, his teeth grabbing the top of my underwear as he holds my legs together and high.

  His body and mouth back up slowly as he removes my panties with his teeth, spitting them out as they clear my ankles, which are pressed together.

  He looks down at my waist, my legs shut like a trap, and we both know I’m so damn close to being on full display for him.

  All he has to do is spread my ankles and he has a straight shot down my hole, the hole where I want him to bury his cock so deep and fill me with his seed until I’m pregnant with his baby.

  His breathing is loud, audible throughout the entire capsule, the sun setting at this exact moment.

  “You know animals feed at dusk,” he says.

  I nod in fear, my arms trembling.

  “And that’s exactly what you’ve turned me into…an animal.”

  He places my feet right in front of his face and slowly opens my legs, but he doesn’t look, instead kissing his way down the inside of my calf to my knee, and then continuing up my thigh.

  The feel of his lips on my skin, his breath giving me goosebumps in anticipation of what I want so bad. I feel my juices seeping from me, finding the wooden surface below me.

  He groans as he comes so close to my hole, his eyes turning as he locks in on mine.

  “I want you to see this, see what you’ve done to me. Keep y
our eyes on mine and see the power you have over me.”

  Short, staccato nods come from me like an involuntary reflex as I watch his eyes leave mine and slowly move down my body until he sees my pussy, just inches in front of his face.

  Just when I think he’s as wild and feral as he can be, he becomes an uncaged animal, gritting his teeth and a long, extended growl coming from his mouth, the warmth heating my hole and the sight of what he’s become putting me on the brink of climaxing already.

  “Don’t you dare come,” he says, reading my body like an open book. “Not until I taste you first, and only when I do can you come as long and hard as you want and I’m going to swallow every last drop, cleaning your pussy like my face is the finest Egyptian cotton known to man. I’m going to wipe your pussy with my fucking tongue, my lips, fuck even my brow. I’m going to get my face so deep inside you I’m going to introduce your womb to it’s maker…me, because I’m going to make babies with you for the rest of our lives, putting my seed so deep inside you it has no choice but to breed you.”

  My entire body shivers and shakes in one movement and he growls hard again.

  “You are so fucking perfect, beautiful. And all fucking mine.”

  Mine.

  The way he claims me sends a shiver down my spine and a bolt of energy through me.

  It makes me feel a lot of things, and most importantly…love.

  Before I get to explore that emotion his tongue explores me as he drags it right up the middle of my folds, my mouth opening and my eyes closing.

  I want to scream, but I can’t. Nothing comes out, even though I’m already damn close to coming all over his face as he already predicted.

  He flicks my nub and then takes ii in his mouth, swirling it around.

  I feel the vibration inside as his throat rumbles and his fingers squeeze my skin tightly, knowing he’s going to leave a mark.

  Good.

  I want to be claimed. Want the visual evidence that I’m his. Want to have his babies.

  “You like that,” he says, his mouth coming off me momentarily and I tip my hips forward, not wanting to break our connection as I miss his mouth on me immediately.

  “I can feel the grooves of your tongue on my wet pussy,” I say, feeling brave and bold. “And I want to feel you inside me.”

  “Uh huh,” he says and his tongue dives deep into my cunt. I feel my hole tighten, trying to clamp onto his tongue, trying to claim him just like he’s claiming me.

  My hands come flying up off the bench and onto his head, grabbing his skull through his short hair and forcing his face deeper into me.

  “Ummm,” he moans as he tastes the depths of me I didn’t know he could reach.

  And then he finds my spot and my eyes shoot open and all I see is the city in front of me because his face is completely lost in my lap.

  Suddenly the wheel stops moving and I hear some very light chatter from the cars below, realizing we’re at the peak, and I’m peaking too…thanks to him.

  I feel on finger at my entrance and slowly it enters me sending me to a place I’ve never been before, as his tongue slides out taking my clit once again, claiming it in his mouth as his finger claims my opening.

  “So sweet,” he rumbles, his hot breath on my bud as he never lets loose of me.

  I feel my hands shaking, twitching, grabbing at the top of his head.

  “I’m so close!” I scream. Damn, he was right.

  “Don’t hold back,” he mumbles, still holding my sex inside his mouth. “Feed me. Feed the beast.”

  A wave washes over me and I feel my entire being unleash right on his face, his tongue dropping my bud and rolling itself out like a red carpet giving my gift the V.I.P. treatment.

  I scream at the top of my lungs, moaning and then screaming again as another orgasm steels over me, blacking out my view of London, of him, of everything.

  My entire body flops like a fish, but I stay seated, his grip too strong, too possessive as he just holds still, drinking in my stickiness.

  Just as my body starts to still his face moves frantically to wipe my cunt clean, his tongue long and flat as he cleans me…all of me.

  Suddenly his head pops up and he looks like a man possessed, his face covered in my juices as he smiles at me with wide eyes and an alertness I’ve never seen before.

  “Fucking bloody hell you taste so damn good!” he yells and then dives right back in, making sure he’s got every last drop, that I’m completely dry.

  The way he moans as he licks me makes me feel like my pussy has the cure, the antidote for all that ails him.

  It gives me confidence, makes me feel powerful, loved…perfect.

  Minutes later I’m still searching for my breath, and finding it nowhere as I can’t breathe, the capsule smelling like hot sex, a thick musky scent cloaking us.

  “Are we stuck?” I ask, noticing the capsule isn’t moving.

  “Stuck together forever. You better fucking believe it.”

  “Good,” I say as my hands grab his face, pulling his kiss toward me.

  I stay undressed from the waist down for thirty minutes or so, not quite sure as time is completely lost on me at the moment as he sits down next to me and pulls me onto his lap, holding me and making me feel safe and protected, and even more loved as we take in the lights of the city.

  And then just like that I feel the capsule slowly start moving again.

  “Did you have something to do with the capsules getting stalled?” I ask, with an eyebrow raised.

  “What we had was stalled for four years. I only thought it would be right to…ask the operator to let us take our time once we finally got what we wanted…each other.”

  “When do I get my turn?” I ask.

  “That comes next.”

  “And that means you come next,” I wink.

  “And then we come together.”

  Do I ever love a man with a plan…a man who knows what he wants.

  Especially when he’s my man, and he wants to please me, which pleases him equally…just how it’s meant to be.

  CHAPTER 13

  Ella

  I’m still feeling the glow that few, if any, have ever experienced on the London Eye.

  And even if they have, they haven’t experienced it with him.

  The car drops us off at the Portobello Road Market and the sight of all the antiques, knick-knacks, and vintage this and that interspersed between the Victorian townhouses is a beautiful combination of quaint and extreme wealth.

  We walk south down Portobello Road when suddenly I notice an eggshell white home with white columns and a blue door.

  “One second,” I blurt out, and we freeze in our tracks.

  I look at the address.

  “No way.”

  “What?” Oliver says.

  “This is the intersection of Westbourne Park Road and Portobello Road.”

  “Yes.”

  “And that’s two hundred and eighty.”

  I look up at Oliver who seems totally lost, which in this case is a good thing.

  “William lived here,” I say.

  “Who’s William?” Oliver snarls.

  I lean into him and wrap my arms around him but feel nothing coming back on his end.

  “You’re so cute when you're a bit jealous.”

  “I’m not jealous of anyone. Who’s William?” he repeats.

  “Just a movie character from Notting Hill. Hugh Grant played him.”

  Oliver makes a face like a baby who was just force-fed stale peas and carrots.

  “I love that movie, but I never came over this way to check out the filming locations when I lived here.”

  He still says nothing.

  “Let’s go,” I say with enthusiasm and we walk off.

  We carry on just over a couple blocks more and I feel Oliver leaning into me, guiding me into a shop.

  “I thought you might like this place,” he says, as he holds open the door to The Hummingbird Bakery. The first
thing I notice is their very Instagrammable cupcakes. Some have white swirly icing on the top, with little snow sprinkles for the season. Then on top of that there’s a tiny snowman.