The First Touch (Templer Series)

by Duka Dakarai

  “Thomson! What the fuck?!”

  Thomson’s face drops in horror. “I-I-I…”

  I rear to his defence. “Don’t shout at him! If you must, shout at me! I’ve been winding the poor man up for the whole journey…” I turn to face Thomson, with an apologetic smile “And he’s really quite frazzled!”

  Drew runs a hand through his hair. “And are you indeed, frazzled, Thomson?” He is still glaring, but his tone is softer.

  “I’m absolutely fine, Sir.”

  “Glad to hear it, Thomson” He nods, and with that poor Thomson exits the plane.

  “You really must not treat the staff differently from me, Tilly. They have a role to fulfil and they need to be able to fulfil it effectively” He is shaking his head at me, again, running his hand through his hair.

  “Are you scolding me like some child, Mr Templer, Sir, cos I’m just a fair maiden who don’t know no better” I tilt my chin at him, mock fluttering my eyelashes.

  “Fuck, you’re killing me here, Tilly” he growls softly, before pulling me into him, his mouth searching for a kiss. I push him off forcefully.

  “Oh, no, you don’t. No touching. This is a Quits Meeting remember…we didn’t agree on any touching! Now where shall I sit?”

  Releasing me, he ushers me into an overly large, cream leather reclining seat. A small table rests between, and opposite, another large reclining seat. I buckle myself in and look out of the window, as I hear the engines start and the door closing on the plane. I’m still looking out of the window as the pilot informs Drew that the weather is expected to remain good and we are cleared for take-off. I’m desperately trying to look cool, like I do this all time, but inside I’m secretly bubbling with excitement. I’m in a private six seater Jet with the most beautiful man on earth….oh fuck, oh fuck, oh yeah, baby….The words are dancing around in my mind and I’m brought back to earth.

  “You look stunning, Tilly.” Drew is staring at me. In fact, I think he has been the whole time but I’m ignoring it.

  “Back at you, Drew” I continue to look out of the window, a small smile allowed to play on my lips.

  I glance down at my outfit. I’m dressed in a simple, knee skimming black shift dress, accessorized by black Christian Louboutin heels and my Marni clutch. My hair is tied loosely in a low bun at the nape of my neck which the hairdresser this afternoon assured me makes me look effortlessly chic. My make-up is simple; a slick of liner on my top lashes and two coats of mascara. But I have gone for a full lip, daring to try a red. I do feel scrubbed up.

  Drew is breath-taking. Dressed formally in a dark, almost metal grey suit, white dress shirt and pale grey silk tie. He looks genuinely effortless, whereas I’ve spent almost all day getting ready….however I’m giving off an air as though I just threw this together…I wish

  “So where are we dining and staying tonight?” I’m trying to avoid eye contact. The man is too damn hot.

  “Browns in Mayfair. I hope that meets your expectations?” a playful lop sided grin meets my eyes as I turn, registering what he just said.

  “Browns! Seriously?! The Hix Restaurant! Are you kidding me right now?” And in one quick outburst, I have lost all my cool. I catch myself clapping my hands together, a huge smile erupting across my face.

  Drew throws his head back against his seat and laughs, loudly, for what feels like several minutes but in actuality is probably only moments. But in my embarrassment at my outburst, it feels like forever. “Did you just clap your hands?” He teases me.

  Out of my embarrassment, and sheer childishness, I find myself retorting “So I’m assuming all your other dates don’t show much excitement then?!” Immediately, regretting it and feeling foolish. He didn’t deserve that and it shows plain as day on his face.

  “My other ‘dates’ as you call them don’t show much excitement, no, nor I in them…if I’m honest” Now it’s his turn to look out of the window. I flush, mentally berating myself.

  “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for. Friends?”

  “Friends….but if you are truly sorry….you can kiss me better. I’m really hurting here” He mock pouts at me.

  “Don’t push your luck. If you’re a really good boy, I’ll let you hold my hand when we walk into the Restaurant”

  “Really?!” and he teases me by clapping his hands excitedly together.

  “Go fuck yourself, Templer!” I scowl at him but I can’t keep it up, and laugh with him.

  Breaking our laughter, a flight attendant brings a tray with an ice bucket and champagne, placing it on the table between us. Drew suddenly thunders at her. “We’ve been in the air for nearly forty minutes! We’ll barely be able to have a glass before we land! I’m not happy. Not at all”

  I’m taken aback by his sudden change of mood. “Drew!…It’s fine…seriously… chill out”

  “Don’t tell me to fucking chill out! I pay for this service and expect to get it…on fucking time!”

  The flight attendant and I exchange shocked glances briefly. She mumbles profuse apologies and scurries down the aisle. This man is an arrogant shit and I take up my position again looking out of the window. I hear him take a sharp breath inward, and blow loudly out of his mouth. I know he is running his hand through his hair without even looking at him.

  “Tilly? Look at me. Please” His voice is soft and low.

  “I’m not sure I want to….that was seriously rude, Drew” I’m still staring out of the window.

  He unbuckles his seat belt, walks across and crouches by my seat. “Tilly. Look at me.” A gentle tug on my arm.

  I turn around to face him. “Are you calm again now?” I search his eyes and they are wide, almost desperate. I feel a pull in my chest. Instinctively, I find myself touching a hand to his face. I jerk it away when I realise what I am doing but he captures it, replacing it on his face, holding his own over it. We stay, almost stuck here, for a few moments. And at this moment….it dawns on me that I am entering into dangerous ground. This man is pulling me in directions I promised myself I wouldn’t go…..it’s too soon…..I’m still raw.

  “Tilly, I’m sorry. I will apologise to her immediately. I-I just wanted you to have a perfect evening….and I seem to be fucking it up with every breath I take”

  “Drew?”

  “Yes?”

  “Pour me a glass of champagne…. I think I can see the lights of London fast approaching beneath us” I light-heartedly cuff his head, and with that, the pilot announces our descent.

  Chapter Eight

  As I promised I allow Drew to hold my hand as we exit the awaiting car, and walk into Browns. He continues to hold on to me tightly, fingers interlocked, while we make our way to his suite, The Hellenic, as we are dining there and not in the Restaurant. I hide my disappointment at not dining at Hix. My suite is close by, and as I deposit my overnight case, and return to Drew’s suite, I am in awe of this magnificent Hotel. When he opens the door to me, he is without his jacket, and his tie is loosened, the top button of his shirt undone. He actually looks better like this, younger and more relaxed.

  The meal has arrived in my short absence so we immediately sit down to eat. Between mouthfuls, I can’t help looking around at this incredible suite. The soft creams and browns and luxurious fabrics exude elegance. Putting my dessert fork down, I smile broadly at Drew, who has been charming, witty and attentive throughout the meal.

  “That was truly wonderful, thank you, Drew.”

  “My absolute pleasure, Tilly. Shall we take our coffee and brandy through to the sitting room?” He’s making to stand but awaiting my agreement. I nod happily. The waiter takes our drinks, and Drew helps me from my seat with an outstretched hand. I feel pampered and bubbly… aware that I have consumed quite a lot of alcohol. I’m heady but not drunk.

  We settle for the huge, soft sofa. “Would you be offended if I removed my shoes? I just feel so relaxed at this very minute that I want to indulge in the full effect.” I nod to my towering heels.

&nbs
p; “Go right ahead. I’m going to remove my tie…to chill out further” We both laugh as I understand exactly the reference from the flight.

  I stretch my limbs, roll my neck from side to side, and curl my feet up on the sofa. I sigh deeply laying my head back against the velvety fabric. For a second, I close my eyes, savouring the moment.

  “How is your ankle now?” Drew breaks the moment.

  “Totally fine. You don’t think I could walk in heels like those with a sore ankle do you?” l laugh, pointing at my shoes.

  “Can I see it?”

  “Seriously? You want to look at my ankle now?”

  “Yes, I want evidence that you are totally mended.”

  I stretch both my feet towards him. He touches the sole of my foot and I recoil with a giggle. He raises a wicked eyebrow at me.

  “Miss Teague, I do believe that you are ticklish!”

  I grab my feet back under me as he dives to make a play for them. “No, no please…I won’t be able to bare it” I’m laughing “Honestly, Drew, don’t”

  “So are you ticklish here?” He pokes me in the ribs. I badly suppress a giggle. “Oh, you are! And what about here?” Feathering touches along my collar bone. Again, another giggle, as I bat his hand away. “And finally, what about here?” He leans into me, impossibly close, rubbing a thumb gently across my bottom lip. I close my eyes, unconsciously, at the heat of his touch.

  I snap open my eyes when the touch stops to find Drew staring deeply at me. Moments pass as no words are spoken between us. We are just locked in eye contact. I can feel my breath begin to quicken. Drew’s chest is rising and falling sharply. One of us needs to speak, and soon, as the silence is deafening. I can feel my heart in my chest, pounding, causing me to inhale and exhale deeper.

  Suddenly, the silence is broken.

  “Kiss me, Tilly” A soft growl parting his lips.

  “I-I can’t…if we do…”

  “Kiss me!” A harder growl, eyes deepening in intensity, hooded. I can’t peel my eyes away from his.

  “Drew…” A small pant escapes from my mouth…my breasts lifting and rising.

  “KISS ME….FUCK, KISS ME!” His chest is heaving, in, out, in, out…..a groan, rumbling in his throat.

  And before I can stop myself, before I can register thought, I launch myself at him, grabbing at his face with both hands, seeking his mouth….needing his taste.

  My lips find his and the first touch is burning with heat, almost electricity. I feel the shudder between us. I am sucking, biting at his bottom lip…licking him with my tongue. I hear the groan come from deep inside him, sending heat straight to my core. I moan as I capture his tongue and begin to suck at its tip. My hands are grabbing handfuls of his hair, pulling him harder against me. His hands are around my waist, splayed, hard against my back. Our lips are biting, licking, sucking every inch of our faces before connecting again mouth to mouth…tongues dancing, stroking, deeper…deeper…I can hear my own moans resounding in my ears…I can’t control the unconscious noises erupting from my throat but I am lost in the taste of him. The sound of his deepening groans are driving me over the edge….my body is arching, arching, begging for his touch….my nipples tight and painful, my sex sodden…I can’t breathe….but I can’t stop…his hands now fisting in my hair, wrenching my bun apart..

  “Fuck me….fuck me…Now!” The words spill in between gasps from my mouth, shouting, demanding, as I tear at his shirt. He’s grabbing at my dress, grasping at buttons, pulling the material apart…I can hear tearing, ripping, but I’m beyond caring, beyond control…

  He’s ripping at his own shirt …and again I launch, throwing myself on him, biting at his flesh, finding a nipple, sucking hard, biting harder…

  “Fuck, Tilly!” He screams “Yes! Bite me…harder…harder….FUCK!”

  His hands rip at my bra, pushing the material downwards, freeing my breasts….his mouth latching on to a rose bud, nipping, sucking…my body jerking and arching at the ache, my hands clawing the flesh of his back…his body heavy with weight pinning me hard into the softness of the sofa.

  He reaches down, cupping my sex…releasing an animal growl from his throat…his erection rubbing hard against my thigh and I want it, to touch it, to stroke it….fuck, I want it in my mouth, want it inside my sex, want it…

  I grab for his trousers, his zip freeing quickly in my urgency, pushing my hand inside…grasping his thick, swollen shaft….”Fuck, Tilly…Fuck!” He shouts a groan. Sliding my hand up and down, up and down, increasing pressure, frantic, flicking the pad of my thumb across the opening feeling his pre-cum squirting itself free….he is tearing at my panties, forcing his hand inside…pushing two fingers hard and fast into soaking folds of my sex, my hips jerking, thrusting up trying to push him deeper…he circles my clit with his thumb, over and over and over…the tightness pulling down through my stomach…I can feel release building, I’m moaning, panting, crying out “Please…please…Drew, make me come!”

  Three fingers now…my clit is aching, my whole sex throbbing and still the release builds…I can hear the slick of my wetness as he pumps his fingers in deeper, in and out…I squeeze his cock, pumping him between my fingers, his breath ragged and raw…he cries another groan, shouting it out of his throat, the sound sending me over the edge into intense orgasm, my body bucking higher and faster…”Yes! Yes! FUCK, YES!”

  He is tearing a condom packet with his teeth, still riding my orgasm with his fingers…I feel the head of his cock at the entrance of my sex…his mouth on mine, tongues tangled and twisting…he’s gasping, his cock jerking against my sex “Tilly, you need to tell me you want this…” his voice hoarse and raspy, his eyes piercing into mine, searching for approval…the ache is too much, too intense…and I rear up at him in a roar “ Fuck you, Templer! Get your cock in me. NOW!”

  With one long thrust, he breaks entry into my sex….I feel the thick fullness of heat fill me, consciously grabbing the flesh of his buttocks drawing him deeper, squeezing the muscular flesh in my fingers with primal need. His head jerks back, open mouthed, reverberating a groan, singular beads of his sweat dripping on my breasts. I lift my legs up locking them tight around his waist, forcing him deeper inside me, crying out a loud moan as he deepens within me…the tightness is building again as my sex grips tight around his shaft…”Fuck, FUCK!” he growls “You’re so tight, so wet…I’m on the edge, Baby, I’m going to come!”

  Faster, faster thrusting, filling me….pounding his balls off my pussy…one more thrust and I’m crying over the edge again into the abyss of orgasm…jerking up matching his pace, thrust for thrust, my head reeled back in cries “Drew! Drew!” And with that his body slams one more time, his head reared back, shouting, biting out his release…before sagging his weight fully on me, both of us gasping, panting for air.

  We are laying entangled in each other’s limbs now and remain so for what seems like an eternity as our breathing begins to return to normal. Drew is feathering kisses on my neck, ticklish but sensual and I don’t really want him to stop. But I’m aware of a tight suction feeling on my chest, and anyway, this very large man is crushing me with his weight.

  “Drew?”

  “Mmmm….yes, baby?” Mumbling through his sensual kissing, not lifting his head.

  “We need to move…I think my breasts are stuck to your chest”

  “Sounds good to me, baby” More kissing and a faint sound of a laugh.

  I try to stifle a laugh but am not successful.

  “Seriously, Drew, it’s bordering on painful….I may even lose a nipple over this” Serious tone but laughter is following close behind the words.

  With that, he jerks himself off me, propping himself on one elbow, the other arm lightly draped across my stomach. He examines both breasts, stroking gentle light touches.

  “Yep, they are definitely fine…very fine indeed!” He smirks a wolfish grin at me. “And this is fine, and this is fine, and this is fine….” Stroking up and down my body, finishi
ng by stroking a finger across my mouth. A moan builds in my throat, parting my lips. He bends his head, just enough, to skim his mouth across mine. “You are most definitely fine…Tilly Teague”

  “Drew?” I’m putting my serious face on. And because I really need to know…. “Why did you make me kiss you?”

  He’s quiet…looking away for me.

  “I needed you to initiate…this”

  I gasp, open mouthed at him. “Why? Hasn’t stopped you before!” I pout sarcastically at him.

  “Don’t make me say it, Tilly, please”

  “Say it, Templer!” I poke him in the ribs, sharply. I mental note to self that he was trying to stifle a laugh as I did so. Ticklish, eh?

  “For fuck’s sake, woman….I don’t know…with you I didn’t want to be the asshole….again” He grumbles, bending his head to latch onto a nipple.

  Oh, god, you’re not an asshole…..you’re so not….

  “Drew?”

  “Christ, don’t you ever shut up….can’t you see I’m trying to seduce you here?!” Laughing, and flicking his tongue over my nipple.

  “Drew?”

  “Fuck, fuck, WHAT?!” Exasperation and amusement spitting out his mouth.

  “Don’t stop……..” And I pull him tighter to me, taking his mouth with mine.

  Chapter Nine

  I open my eyes, rubbing fists at them, trying to focus. My legs feel numb and as I peer under the bed covers, I can see Drew’s long heavy, muscular leg draped across both of them, effectively pining me in position. I ache, but not painfully, across most of my body.

  I never made it to my own suite, instead, indulging in Rounds 2 and 3 of sexual activity with this man before he pulled me in tight against him, spooning me, demanding sleep….and mumbling you are sex pest in my ear, before himself falling into a deep coma-like sleep.