by Lisa Ferrari
This makes me feel good.
WE TALK INTO the night. Eventually, Kellan switches off the music and we fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
In the morning, I’m awakened by the aroma of coffee.
I open my eyes and Kellan is waving a mug of coffee back and forth in front of my face.
He kisses me. “Good morning.”
It certainly is. “Morning.”
I prop myself up on a pile of soft pillows and Kellan hands me the mug. I’m acutely aware that I’m naked. I decide not to cover my upper body. I decide to let Kellan see my breasts.
He stares at them and says, “How’s the coffee?”
I take a sip. “It’s perfect. I love waking up like this.”
“Like how?” He’s still staring at them.
“With you.”
He looks up into my eyes and kisses me again.
I look through the sheers covering the window, and at the ocean beyond. The sun is out. No clouds. The water is a dazzling blue. “It’s a beautiful day.”
“It certainly is. Get up and let’s go do some cardio. Then we can go get some lunch.”
“What time is it?” Why is it I never know what time it is?
“11:30.”
“How did I sleep so late?”
“We didn’t go to bed until 4:00.”
Memories of making love come back to me. A smile spreads across my face.
“What are you smiling about?” Kellan asks.
“Nothing.” I take another sip of coffee.
WE DECIDE TO forego the hotel fitness center in lieu of a run on the beach. I do my best to keep up and to not appear as exhausted as I am. Kellan is a machine. We run 20 minutes down the beach, turn around, and run 20 minutes back.
Kellan’s wearing black compression pants. They make his huge legs look even huger. (Huger?) When we get out in the sun, the pants have a reflective honeycomb pattern that shimmers in the sun. His package looks amazing, too. He runs without a shirt, his bronzed skin beaded with sweat, muscles rippling. He turns a lot of heads on the beach.
Every five minutes, Kellan has us stop and do 20 push-ups. I suck at push-ups. I’ve always sucked at push-ups. Kellan says it’s not that I suck at them, it’s that I haven’t done them sufficiently for my body to adapt. But it will. He does push-ups with me, matching me one for one, until I get all 20. We then pop up and resume running.
Once we’re back in the room, I drink an entire bottle of cold Fiji water out of the refrigerator and then belch loudly.
“Good one,” says Kellan, and he means it.
We shower together again. Similar to last night, there is a lot of kissing and petting and stroking and fingering. Before I know it, I’m sitting on the black granite bench and Kellan is inside me, thrusting in and out, and we climax together in about three minutes.
When we’re standing in front of the bathroom mirror and the dual vanities, getting ready to go out, Kellan says, “Sorry that was so quick.”
“No, that was perfect.”
“I wanted to keep going but as soon as you started to come and your eyes rolled back in your head, I got so turned on that I couldn’t hold back any longer.”
“Kellan, it was perfect.”
I kiss him, just to prove my point.
WE DRIVE ACROSS town to the other side of the bay, to Fisherman’s Wharf.
Everyone stops and takes pictures with their phones when they see the Aventador. There’s no valet so Kellan asks a security guard if we can park on a yellow loading zone curb.
The security guard is an older gentleman. He says yes. He’s very nice.
Kellan and I have lunch in a neat Italian place right on the water. We each order chicken parmesan. They’re loaded with melted mozzarella cheese and we devour our food.
After lunch, we stroll together in and out of the souvenir and novelty shops. We go into a candy store and Kellan orders two coffees and several big bags of chocolate-covered nuts; walnuts, almonds, cashews, and macadamia nuts, which he says he is a fiend for but never lets himself eat. The total is $64.
Kellan stares at the girl in the pink apron and matching paper hat. “Sixty-four dollars? For chocolate-covered nuts?”
“Yes, sir.”
“How much is it per pound?”
“Fourteen dollars.”
Kellan hands her his credit card, signs, and takes the nuts.
We go outside and sit on a bench, enjoying the view and feeding each other assorted chocolate-covered treats. They’re hand-made and very, very good.
Kellan says I’d better be careful because the healthy fats will likely give his libido a boost.
I tell him I hope so.
BACK AT THE hotel, Kellan and I attack one another. We’re naked and on the bed within a few minutes. Kellan gets on top of me in a 69 position. I suck him and he devours me at the same time.
He turns around, slides himself inside me, and makes love to me.
For the next four hours.
He’s a machine, just like he was down on the beach during our run.
I lose track after my fourth orgasm.
Kellan has amazing prowess. Whenever he gets close, he slows down or stops, or pulls out and goes down on me, using his expert mouth and tongue and fingers to keep me going.
At last, he tells me he’s going to come this time.
I’ve been staring down at his gorgeous cock thrusting in and out of me. I look up into his eyes. “Come inside me.”
“Oh God, Claire, yes….”
He pounds me even faster and harder, were that even possible.
I feel myself building again. I don’t know how many more orgasms I can take.
“Come with me, Claire…. Come with me….”
Kellan fixes his eyes on mine. I’m fascinated by his blue eyes. His blue, blue eyes. I lose myself in them. Somewhere, his hips are slapping against mine, and he’s inside me, but the look we share is even more powerful. More intense.
He gives me a little nod and I feel it. Hot inside me.
I come instantly. I was close, but it sends me over the top.
Kellan is nearly lifting me off the bed with his erection. His entire body shudders as his orgasm rips through him, until at last he collapses on top of me, breathless.
THE NEXT TWO days are more of the same: pure heaven.
Sex and talking and sightseeing and yummy food; long, hot showers together and laughter and more sex.
We train once each day. We drive across the bay again to Cannery Row, where we shop and have dinner in a Mexican restaurant perched on the water. The view is gorgeous.
Back in the hotel room, we make love all night again. We make love in many different positions. My favorite is when Kellan takes me from behind on the bed. I kneel on the bed with my hips in the air and he gives it to me so good I think my vagina is going to fall out. Later, when Kellan is asleep beside me, I remember what Stacy said about her trip to Vegas with Kellan. Strangely, it doesn’t bother me now.
IN THE MORNING, Kellan awakens me with coffee.
We sit on the bed and look out at the water.
Just as it was yesterday, it’s perfect.
I lament the fact that we have to drive home today.
Kellan asks me if I want to stay another night.
“Yeah! Can we?” I’m very excited by this notion.
Kellan picks up the hotel room phone and dials the front desk. “Good afternoon. Is the suite available this evening? We’re having such a wonderful time, we’d like to stay one more night. It is? Great. Yes, please. On the same credit card. Thank you.” He hangs up. “We’ve got the room one more night.”
I’m so excited that I set the coffee on the nightstand and pounce on him. I bowl him over and we fall off the bed and onto the floor, laughing.
Five minutes later, we’re still on the floor. I was already naked, but now Kellan is, too. We make love. It’s concludes quickly as we climax simultaneously.
I love morning sex.
&n
bsp; ON OUR FINAL night in the hotel, we decide to stay in and order room service. We spent most of the early afternoon downstairs in the hotel gym, getting in a good chest and back workout. We then swam in the vast hotel pool and soaked in the Jacuzzi. We weren’t alone, so, alas, we kept our clothes on.
But once we’re back in the room, we make love in the shower.
We then take a much-needed nap. Napping naked in the afternoon is glorious.
ROOM SERVICE ARRIVES later with our dinner.
Once we’re fed, Kellan seduces me almost immediately.
The next thing I know, he’s inside me, giving it to me while I’m sitting on the bathroom counter, the same place this all started several days ago with my little show.
He carries me around the suite, making love to me on the sofa, on a barstool, sitting in a chair with me straddling him, bouncing up and down, riding him. I like that chair; I come twice in 15 minutes.
The sex tonight is even better than it was last night. I cannot fathom how that can be, but it is. If my vagina was going to fall out last night, tonight I think I’ll end up in a bona fide coma.
Which is fine with me.
It’s way, way, way after midnight. The music is playing, Chris Martin again, and Sade, too. Kellan is on top of me, inside me, and I’m wrapped around him, caressing him, taking him inside me. We hold hands as we make love, saying I love you over and over and over as we climax at the same time.
It’s the most heavenly, magical night of my life.
AS KELLAN SLEEPS soundly, spooned up behind me nice and tight, his body warm against mine, I listen to the music, I listen to the waves.
I discover that I no longer care what anyone thinks about me being with Kellan, or what they think or say about him being with me.
I’ve decided wholeheartedly to give myself to him.
I’ve already done so; this I know.
I no longer care about TMZ or social media or ten thousand anonymous keyboard warriors bent on my mental destruction. I no longer care about Denise or my mom or Beth or Stacy and their criticisms. I am the one here in the hotel, wrapped in Kellan’s strong arms.
I don’t care what happens with the filmmakers in L.A., if they make the movie or not, if Kellan becomes a movie star or doesn’t, and me right along with him or not, assuming I get the part or don’t.
I don’t care what happens with the screenplay and if the guys were serious about hiring me and paying me all that money, which would indeed allow me to quit my catering job and write full-time if I wanted to.
I don’t care because all those things are in the future.
Right now, I am enjoying the present.
I am enjoying simply being here with Kellan.
Because there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
Nowhere on earth and with no one else.
All those other things are in the future and, more importantly, they’re beyond my control. So there is no point worrying about any of it. Time will tell and it will all work itself out. One way or another.
Everything else good that comes from being with Kellan will be icing on the cake.
Either way, I’ll be my own person, hand in hand with Kellan, striving to be the best person I can be, a better, stronger version of myself each and every day. That’s all I can do.
Anyone who doesn’t like it can eat shit. Or something less childish and petulant.
What was that expression…? Those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter won’t mind.
Finally, there’s the matter of the semen in my vagina. A lot of it. Kellan came in me repeatedly. I’ve never had a guy ejaculate inside me before. It was incredible every single time. I loved it.
As I lay here, half way to sleep, I think about what will happen if I become pregnant. I find that I feel wonderful about it. To have a baby with Kellan would be so wonderful as to be beyond words.
But again, it is beyond my control. What’s done is done and I wouldn’t change anything.
Whatever the future holds, Kellan and I will face it together.
Together, I know we can face anything.
To Be Continued…
Epilogue
Kellan and I drive home in the Mister Beaumont.
Kellan selects Automatic for the transmission in the driver control system and we hold hands while we cruise with the tops off, the wind in our hair.
We’re headed back to his house. He’s already asked me to spend the night and I’ve agreed. We drive in relative silence, enjoying the scenery and the purr of the V-12 engine behind us. I’m already thinking about all the ways we can make love back at Kellan’s.
I don’t really want to go back to work tomorrow. “Do you think Aaron and Rami will really hire me to help with their screenplay?”
“Let’s find out.” Kellan hands me his phone, has me open Whatsapp to Rami’s name, and dictates a message, which I type as he drives.
Shalom, mon frere.
How are you?
Are you guys still planning to retain Claire
for screenplay assistance?
Rami writes back almost immediately.
Don’t know yet.
We really really liked her ideas, tho.
We’ll have to wait and see. Cool?
Cool.
“That’s not a ‘No’, ” Kellan says.
Which is true.
I decide to think positively. I sense my catering days may be numbered.
My phone buzzes. I feel the vibration in my purse, sitting on the floor beside my leg.
It’s Denise.
I show the text to Kellan.
Did U & K-man
really hump
in a hot air balloon???
“Is she asking about that from when we talked about it on our flight to L.A. two weeks ago?” Kellan asks.
“Yeah. See? She’s been thinking about it all this time.”
“What are you going to tell her?”
I like the fact that Kellan is leaving it up to me; he’s not dictating stuff for me to say.
I consider my response.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to give her any details.”
Kellan kisses the back of my hand.
I decide to have some fun.
Totally!!!
Triple exclamation points.
Denise does not immediately write back.
Kellan and I laugh.
To Be Continued….
