Chapter 15 #2
My heart races as I place the letter back down.
I wander through a living room with furnishings fit for a palace.
Antique ornaments and fresh flowers fill every corner.
An expansive dining room, chandeliers hanging from the ceilings.
There are views of the London Eye and Big Ben, and a black grand piano standing by the window.
In this moment, I can’t believe that this isn’t all a dream.
I let my hand run along the black lacquer of the piano as I walk by, feeling the smoothness beneath my fingertips.
I turn down a hallway and reach a bathroom.
A large forest green marble tub calling my name.
I head straight for the tap and let the water flow, filling it with Penhaligon bubbles.
The steam wraps around me as my dress drops to the black and white tiled floor.
The smell of citrus and jasmine fills the air as I dip my toe.
I lower myself down into the hot water and allow my muscles to settle, melting my anxiety away.
I rest my head on the back of the tub and close my eyes.
The water warms my body, embracing me like a warm hug.
I’m not sure how long I’ve been in the bath when I hear the entrance door open and Theo’s deep voice call through the apartment for me. His voice lights something inside me. I’ve missed him.
Shy and unsure what to do, I don’t reply.
I listen as the click of his shoes grows closer.
He rounds the bathroom door and leans on the wooden beam with the smile that melts me every time.
He crosses his arms and gazes at me with a look that almost convinces me he loves me.
I swear that when he looks at me, I forget how to breathe.
“I’m glad you’re taking advantage of the amenities,” he teases.
I giggle nervously, the sound echoing off the marble walls.
He lifts himself off the door frame and walks closer.
“It smells delicious in here.” I self-consciously cover my breasts with the palms of my hands, but he doesn’t miss a beat.
He bends down, moving them away from my body, kissing the back of each hand gently.
“Don’t hide from me, Sunshine.” His voice wipes the smile from my face as my body responds instinctively, wanting, waiting for him. He rolls his shirt sleeves up to his elbows and puts his hand in the water, swirling it around me.
“I’ve missed you,” I whisper, feeling as though I’ve told a secret.
His hands stop moving and his eyes meet mine.
There’s a shift in him. He places his hand on my leg and gently squeezes.
He stands, slips off his shoes, kicks them aside and then begins unbuttoning his shirt, letting me admire his muscles as he unbuckles his belt, allowing his trousers to fall to the ground with a soft clatter.
He removes his shirt completely, steps into the bath and lowers himself in behind me.
I move forward to make room for him, his strong legs caressing my sides as his stomach presses against my back.
The water rises and spills over the edge of the bath.
I gasp and laugh again as he kisses me softly on the back of my neck.
“I love it when you laugh.” He kisses me between his words, and I can feel myself growing hotter with every touch.
“It’s just us for the entire weekend. You’re all mine.
” His possessiveness only makes me want him more.
He has always been gentlemanly, reserved, but it feels different now. Like I’m his. Like we’re one.
We lie wrapped in each other.
Just him and me.
“Did you look around, Sunshine?” He says it like it’s my name, and every time he does it makes me go weak.
“I did.” My voice is quiet. I can’t speak. He scoops water into his hands and lets it run gently over my breasts, repeating the move over and over again.
He nudges me to sit up and reaches his arm past me to grab the soap from the side of the tub.
I stroke my finger along his wet arm, following the line of his muscles.
I love the feel of his skin against mine.
He gently rubs the soap along my back, taking his time as he reaches over my shoulders.
The soap trails down to my breasts, his hands making my nipples harden from the very first touch.
I lay my head back and rest it on his chest with my eyes shut, enjoying this moment with him.
For the first time, there’s no rush, just pure steadiness.
He is taking his time, caressing every single part of me.
The water is warm, yet goosebumps cover my body.
It’s only the two of us for the next couple of days, and I am going to indulge in every single moment.
Theo rubs his hands over the soap and sets it back down, lowering his hands towards my thighs, massaging the inside of my legs.
The soap helping his touch glide up and down with ease, teasing me with every moment.
As his hand climbs higher, my breath catches with longing.
His palm grazes my clit before moving away, teasing again.
As his hand glides back up, I raise my hips, meeting his hand halfway, begging for more.
His thumb plays with me slowly, making small circles, causing me to groan in his ear with pleasure.
My arm lifts behind me, clutching his head, tugging his hair.
I writhe above him, feeling his erection grow harder beneath me.
His fingers enter me, curving just right.
He removes them just as quickly, repeating the motion, making me gasp with each stroke.
My heart pounds harder with every touch.
His hands find my waist and, as if I am light as a feather, picks me up and moves me onto his lap.
I inhale sharply as I feel his erection completely fill me.
He throws his head back as I slowly grind my hips up and down with him caressing my breasts, his teeth nibbling on my shoulder and up my neck.
I start to quicken my pace, unable to hold myself back.
I’m teetering on the brink, and he feels it.
“Turn around, baby. I want to watch when you come,” he orders, voice low and rough.
I pull myself up and swing my legs around, splashing more water on the already soaked floor.
He sits up and buries his face into my neck, wrapping his arms around my back, holding me close as I begin to rock again.
I can feel him throbbing inside me. He groans into my cheek and lifts his head, his blue eyes intensifying.
I slow my movements. There’s something in his eyes I can’t quite place.
His hands rest either side of my cheeks, and I stop for a moment.
He pulls my face closer to him, his lips caressing mine. It’s careful. Slow…
Loving.
I rest my forehead on his and calm my breathing.
“Elizabeth, I…” He doesn’t continue, the rest of his sentence hanging in the air. His thumb strokes my cheek, and I close my eyes.
“I know, Theo.” And I do know. I can see what he wants to say. The three words that are stuck in my own throat begging for release.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispers in my ear. I begin to move my hips back and forth again. His soft, breathy words make me lose control as I release around him, unable to stop my rhythm.
“That’s it, baby. Make sure I can hear that you’re mine.” I ride him through my orgasm, hearing his name echo off the bathroom walls.
“Good girl,” he growls.
I kiss him hard, unable to control myself.
One of his hands moves down to my bum, moving my hips faster as the other hand raises to my neck.
His eyes don’t move from mine and he grips harder on my skin.
His jaw tenses, the veins in his forearm pulse as he is about to release inside of me.
I continue to grind until he suddenly stops me.
“Not yet. I’m in no rush. We have all day, and I want to make sure you are completely satisfied.” He whispers, breathless.
The room is steamy, and my cheeks are red. Theo’s muscles glisten with sweat.
“Do you want to stay here for a moment or head to the shower?” he asks gently, the animal inside him retreating to make way for the gentleman again.
“Let’s shower,” I reply softly. Theo steps out of the bath and lifts me out as if it’s no effort for him.
I wrap my arms around his neck and my naked legs drape over his arms as he helps me out.
When he places me down, I can’t help but stare at his large erection, still hard, waiting for me.
With my hand in his, I follow him over to the shower in the corner.
I watch the muscles in his back roll as he moves, turning the handle of the shower to turn the water on.
I follow him in as he pulls me close. We share a delicate kiss while the water cascades over us, cooling me down from the hot bath water.
My hands explore the edges of his body as he washes the water through my hair.
He turns me around and presses my breasts against the cold tiles of the shower wall.
I gasp at the coldness on my hard nipples.
He is flush against my back, which still doesn’t feel close enough for me.
His fingers skim around to my stomach, fingertips gently digging into my skin.
He pulls my head back and I arch, so my bum connects with his cock, waiting, slick for him.
He enters me so slowly. He wasn’t joking when he said he was taking his time.
“Please, Theo.” I beg him to continue. He turns my head and kisses me hard, leaving me panting when he lets go.
I spin to face him, and he lifts me with one arm, pinning my wrists above my head with the other arm, his body the only thing keeping me against the cold tile.
His knees bend and he thrusts inside me.
With every thrust, my breath catches in my chest.
“Please let me touch you, Theo. I need to touch you.” His body stops moving and his eyes darken, an animalistic look filling his features.