Eternity (9 page)

I place my finger on his chin and run it down the centre of his neck to the top of his chest until it rests, hooked into the first secured button of his shirt, tugging gently down on it. Without a word he sits up throwing his jacket off onto the floor and pulling his shirt off over his head in one smooth motion.

His body is perfect, his olive toned skin is tanned and flawless, taught over his defined muscles, a small smattering of fine dark hair over the centre of his chest, but otherwise so soft and indulging. Putting my hands out I stroke his exposed torso, running my fingers along every faultless line. I sit up so I can kiss every inch, following those same lines with my tongue, his skin tastes deliciously salty. As I continue I’m aware of his breathing getting heavier, abruptly his strong hands grasp my shoulders and push me back onto the bed roughly; greedily he grabs the hem of my dress, yanking it up to my waist, then clutches at each side of my pants. Hastily, before he can remove them I place my hands over his, “um can you turn the lights off?” I ask tentatively, all too aware of the bright, unforgiving light that bathes us.

For a second he looks disappointed, but swiftly shakes it off “sure” he says jumping from the bed. At the switch, his hand moves across to the dimmer instead, lowering the light to a faint glow, “how about that?” he asks cautiously.

“That will do nicely” I say, not 100% sure, but not wanting to entirely disenchant him with my insecurities.

They say in all the magazines that this kind of light is meant to be flattering anyway, let’s hope so as with me, there is a hell of a lot to flatter!

He returns to the bed, replacing his hands in their previous position, but pausing, searching my eyes for approval before he starts; I flash him a smile and adjust my hips up a fraction to aid him stripping me.

Excruciatingly slowly he tugs my pants down over my thighs, not taking his eyes off me, even for a second. As he glides them down over my calves he plants kisses on the inside of my knee; once my pants are fully off and thrown over the side of the bed, his kisses start to climb higher up my legs, first a kiss to the right inner thigh, then a matching one to the left, the next one rising slightly higher again. Each kiss tickles but in a gloriously erotic way, I don’t want him to stop, but I don’t want him to reach where he’s heading either. I know I’m as prepared physically as I can get, but mentally, am I ready for a man to be that intimate with me?

“Uuhhh” it’s too late, he’s there, slowly dipping his tongue in and out of my lips, spinning it around my clitoris until my toes curl, then plunging back down. Before I know it I’m gyrating against his mouth, controlling the path he makes with his tongue. I’m finding that the trick is not thinking about where his face is and just letting go and enjoying the sensation, that magnificent, outstanding sensation; he’s playing now, changing the speed and velocity of his tongues advances, stopping to suck my sweet spot until I cry out with ecstasy and then softly biting my lips before bringing his tongue back into play with a vengeance. 

This is sweet, sweet, agony, my fingers clench in his hair, rotating my hips frantically now, I’m aware of my orgasm mounting and I want it badly. Pulling my knee’s up further so that I’m pushing down just on the tips of my toes, to tilt my pelvis into his merciless mouth.

“Oh yes, just like that” I’m crying out, I’m so close, just as my body is tensing he pushes two fingers inside of me, the surprise bringing my orgasm on in an intense wave of pleasure. By the time I recover and open my eyes I find him, naked, lying on top of me.

“I love the way you shiver after an orgasm” he purrs down at me, “ready for another?” my eyes widen in awe, then I break into a grin, nodding enthusiastically.

He re-positions himself, taking his already waiting erection in hand and slips it carefully inside me. He is well endowed, even after all the warming up I’ve been gifted, I still feel impossibly tight around the size of him; he takes it slow easing in bit by bit, until I’m taking every last inch of him, the intensity of it making me gasp.

“Are you ok?” he whispers, holding perfectly still until my reply.

“Yes, I’m pretty great as it goes” I breathe back at him, lifting my legs so my ankles lock together at the small of his back.

With gentle sways he rocks in and out, running kisses up and down my neck as he goes, slipping his tongue around my ear lobe and sucking it through his lips, the breath from his nose both irritating and addictive at the same time.

His lips find mine again, welcoming his tongue into my mouth, it tastes strangely metallic; realising just what I’m tasting only ignites my passion further.

My hands explore his body, up his arms to his shoulders, then over his back, as he continues his rhythmic thrusts; his hands now under my shoulder blades and spreading up to cradle the back of my neck, lifting it up so that his soft lips reach every part of it. Letting my head tip back I close my eyes and take in every last sense of his touch, the effect is mesmerising. 

He is gradually building momentum, pushing up on his arms for even deeper penetration; He lifts one arm, placing his hand behind my knee, my legs still wrapped firmly around him, tugging upwards, I release my locked ankles and let him move it up until my knee hooks over his shoulder, repeating the move with my other leg.

Oh that’s it, that’s the spot, “how’s that baby?” he asks, this time continuing to slowly grind into me.

“That’s amazing” I say digging my fingers into his arms.

“Yeah? Do you like that?” he says, the pace quickening in anticipation.

“Oh yes, I like that” I manage, he leans down closer, sandwiching my legs between our bodies, getting faster all the time.

Here it comes again, “oh yes” I cry out, my knees clinging to his shoulders.

“Oh yes baby” he growls relentlessly pounding in to me, “are you going to cum?” he asks.

I can barely comprehend anything at this stage, let alone string a sentence together, “yes, YES!” is all that I can verbalise.

Carlos lets out a low moan as my body trembles below him, caught up in the aftermath of my orgasm, thrusting in to me once, twice, three times more before his body relaxes again, I’m vaguely aware that he has finished, but I’m too busy basking in my post-orgasm glow to care much.

Collapsing in a heap of tangled limbs, we lay together panting, the room now feeling far too hot; reaching his arm across me to the bedside table he picks up a remote and with one click we are showered with a refreshing breeze from the air-con.

“Ahhhh” we both sigh in unison, promptly giggling at our symmetry.

As sweaty as I feel, I’m happy that he did not remove my dress entirely, allowing me now to subtly re-arrange it to cover my modesty.

He does not comment, but instead waits till I’ve finished then wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in tight, nuzzling the back of my neck through my matted hair.

We stay like this drifting in and out of a light sleep, it’s late, darkness still shrouds the world outside the window; after a while I let myself succumb to my dreams, floating through a make believe world where Carlos and I live happily ever after.

I wake early, the once relieving air-con now creating an unwelcome chill down my spine. Rolling on to my back I stretch out, my hands do not come into contact with anything; jolting up, my eyes spring open, suddenly fully awake, with a fleeting look I confirm the room is empty, my heart sinks.

So it was just a one time thing, a rush of emotions hit me, relief, sadness, rejection, how many more men are going to abandon me? It’s my own stupid fault, I should have kept my emotions in check, of course this was all it was going to be. A holiday romance, the clues in the title!

Lying back down with a dejecting thud, something crumples under my head, I salvage the offending item; a piece of paper with the hotels heading, swiped from the notebook next to the phone by the looks of it, but more importantly he has written on it -

‘Kate, thanks for a magical evening. Sorry I had to go, it was early so I didn’t want to wake you.

I have an idea for something fun for us to do tonight, give me a call later if your interested……

Carlos x x x’

My heart sings! Yes! He wants another date, it’s not over before it’s begun. In my mind I start replaying all the best bits of last night, his smile, his strong arms, his sultry kisses, the laughs and jokes we shared, all played out in a dreamy montage. I feel giddy, rolling about the bed; clutching his latest note to my chest, I can’t keep still with so much excitement sending the blood coursing round my veins. I leap out of bed, jumping up and down on the spot squealing out my exhilaration.

Sitting on the chair next to the vanity table, then immediately standing again, I need to go somewhere, do something, shout from the roof tops, anything to dispel this raging energy.

First and foremost though, I’m starving; I’m just picking up the phone to call for room service when there’s a knock at the door. My heart leaps into my mouth, he’s come back?? I literally skip to the door, flinging it open…..but it’s just a waiter with a food trolley. Wait, now they’re psychic as well!? Seriously the service here is out of this world!

As the waiter wheels it in I catch a glimpse of a bright yellow flower laying on top of an envelope, it must be Carlos, I’m desperate to get to it, so much so I pretty much man-handle the waiter out the door, thanking him enthusiastically as I do, to soften the blow of having the door slammed in his face.

Snatching up the envelope and tearing it open eagerly, he’s back to using the gold embossed card, it really is beautiful, I think as I run my fingers over its border.

‘Thought you might be hungry after last night, I hope you find the trolley to your liking?

Speak soon,

Carlos x x x’

I love his notes, I’ve already started stashing them in the back of the book I bought with me, which I’m now sure I will never read, instead it has become a treasure trove of love letters; well OK not quite love letters to be fair, how about lovely notes? Yes, my treasure trove of lovely notes!

Putting this one alongside the other two I turn my attention back to the trolley, now emitting mouth-watering smells into the room.

This is weird; it’s an exact copy of what I had for breakfast that first morning, even down to the pieces of fruit, flavour of the yogurt and how many rashers of bacon I had!

I hadn’t really thought about it before, but there is a bit of a creepy side to Carlos; he clearly knew or found out which room I was in and my name, he thought I was a ‘Mrs’ but he went ahead and pursued me anyway and then there’s the date. Amazing as it was, the effort he went to was massively over the top, the roof top, the candles, the meal prepared specially by a top chef? All of that is excusable, he works here so finding out who I am would have been relatively easy and Mrs or not, I am notably here on my own, so I guess I’m fair game in that sense. The roof top was a bit overkill, but maybe he is just a romantic and how do I know that it’s not set up like that all the time? It could be just as simple as flicking on a light switch and lighting a few candles and you’re good to go?

But the breakfast is definitely a bit much, I didn’t even see him there that day, clearly he saw me though. A deep blush spreads up my neck to my cheeks, oh god, he saw me pig out, I was so sure I’d gotten away with it. So far he has really seen me at my worst, how can he still be interested?

I can’t help but feel I might be over thinking this.

Yes he’s hot (way too hot), and yes he’s interested in me (for reasons unknown), and yes, I may be blinded by his hotness (against his tendencies to be a little bit of a stalker), but all in all is it worth it? Worst case scenario, I can go back home and never hear from him again.

One flickering image of last night crosses my mind and yes, I decide it’s more than worth it!

I wait as long as I can before grabbing the phone and dialling Caz, I’ve got to tell someone, it starts to ring; it’s midday back home and I know Caz likes to take a quick nap around then so she’s not too tired for the evening shift she does at the local pub most nights, ooops! I’m just about to hang-up thinking I am being a bit rude calling when I know she will be trying to sleep, when Phil answers, “Hi, Kate?” he questions, presumably by the look of the number on his display.

“Yes sorry Phil, I didn’t realise what time it was” I apologise profusely, lying through my teeth.

“No don’t worry I’m up with the kids anyway, it’s Caz is having her nap, so she’s not up yet, but I’ll just go wake her for you” he replies casually, I’m halfway through protesting against that idea when I realise he has already gone to do it.

Two minutes pass before I can hear the receiver being picked up again, “Hey Kate, what’s up” she is forcing the liveliness into her voice, but the stubbornness of sleep is still clearly evident.

“Hi, I’m so sorry, I tried to tell Phil not to wake you” I have lowered my voice in a vane attempt not to wake her further.

“No, don’t worry, I kept Phil up late last night watching a documentary on penguins, so he’s been desperate to find an excuse to ruin my sleep!” she laughs, oh the joys of married life.

“Oh good, because I wanted to tell you about last night” I start, immediately interrupted by a suddenly wide awake Caz “Last night?? What happened last night? Did you go on the date? How did it go? Did you sleep with him?”