This Time, I Mean It

The hotel room was dim as the sun was setting outside and I couldn’t help but watch him go across to the bedside lamp and switch it on, the room lighting up in a warm, cosy glow then I could sense he felt shy all of a sudden, he couldn’t look at me. This outgoing guy was shy.

”Come here,” I said to him wanting to hold him close to me, to feel this bear of a man against me as I’d so often longed for since I’d last been with him.

I smiled because he didn’t hesitate, he came over and wrapped his arms around me, his solid frame pressing against mine as I breathed him in and lay against his chest feeling his fingers work across my back and then could feel his probing but delicate touches under my cotton shirt, those fingers on my skin at last.

Suddenly his mouth was on mine, urgent and needing, hurting slightly as he pressed against me but of course I didn’t mind, I was desperate for him. I could feel his huge hands fumbling at my shirt buttons, the heat from them brushing against my breasts as they did so then his mouth travelled down and under my chin, causing my head to fall back slightly allowing him access to my neck, his slight beard and lip ring grazing the skin at the top of my breasts as he opened up my shirt opened and I groaned.

“I’ve waited too long for this,” he murmured as he nibbled at my ear, causing me to giggle as I shrugged off my white shirt leaving it in a pool on the floor.

“Me too,” I said, sighing as he pinged open my bra, freeing my breasts from their confines.

Suddenly, easily and unexpectedly he swept me up into his arms, his blue eyes bright in his face and carried me to the bed, laying me down gently as if I was so fragile I would break. I couldn’t help but smile at this gesture, what girl wouldn’t?

Then he took his clothes off and I couldn’t take my eyes from him, his body firm, his creamy skin with its smattering of freckles on his shoulders.

As he came to lie beside me, I felt the heat from his body and couldn’t resist reaching out to touch his pierced nipple causing him to laugh, deeply as I leant across to kiss him, my eyes closing, pressing my breasts against him and making it obvious that I wanted him badly.

Pulling away we gazed at each other, our fingers playing delicately on each other’s skin, my body responding as his hands pushed my legs aside gently and easily as he slid inside, watching me to see my reaction.

“Uh…” I heard myself gasp quite loudly and unashamedly as he thrust deeper, right to the core of me, keeping up this fantastic rhythm but then he teased me, because he stopped just before I came.

“Bob…please,” I said almost begging him, arching my back for more of him but twice more he did it, he stopped and looked at me just before I came, knowing I was desperate for him to carry on. So he did and finally, sweeping across my body came the most exquisite feeling ever, pounding through the whole of me and taking it over as I cried something out but didn’t know what.

He carried on thrusting as my body calmed then he came too, shuddering into me saying “my god Liz,” then groaning, his lips once more against mine.

Breathing heavily, our bodies sticky and glistening with our own sweat and each other’s we clung together, not speaking but just enjoying this moment, finally.

“I’m so glad you’re here to spend time with me,” said Bob as we snuggled under the covers, the room darker now.

“Me too, I feel for Kitty though but she’s got this Jerry guy helping her out at the gallery. I’ll miss her. I just wish her and Gerard could have sorted things between them, I was sure they’d end up together.” I said turning to him and tweaking his pierced nipple once again.

“Ouch,” he said. “Yeah, we all thought it but he never speaks about it and that Eliza’s been hanging around, none of us like her all that much, I remember you not taking to her either.” He said taking my hand in his and kissing it gently, his breath hot.

“She’s here? I don’t believe it. I know she had the hots for Gerard ages ago, but I don’t trust her Bob, there’s just something about her…”

“Yeah, well, what’s a guy to do? Him and Kitty won’t be getting together and she’s going to marry some other guy I hear, what the hell does she want to get married for? A waste of time.” He said without any thought to me or whether or not I wanted to marry one day and of course, I did, I definitely wanted to marry and have children with someone special. It was my dream.

Ever since I’d met him I thought that person would be Bob but it seemed like he had other plans for the future that possibly didn’t include me. I wonder why he felt that way about marriage?

“You hungry?” I asked him, trying to change the subject away from the future.

“Only for you,” he said then laughed but I couldn’t laugh like he did wondering what the future held for me, hoping he’d be a part of it but suddenly doubting that he wanted to be a part of mine.