by C. B. Martin
We kissed again, but this time a little harder. I felt so alive the second his full lips touched mine, my fingers gently trailing the outline of his tapered jaw line. He wrapped his hands in and around my hair, pulling me ever closer. Suddenly, remembering about my extensions, I panicked. What if he feels my glued-in bonds? But he clearly wasn’t thinking about such minor details, or maybe he didn’t notice. Either way, he never said a word.
‘G’wan der my son!’ shouted an old git from the bar, it was obvious that the remark was aimed at us. We pulled away from each other with a little laugh and I became aware that a number of people were staring at us.
‘Shall we go?’ we both said simultaneously.
Travis pulled his Ray-Bans on, so I fumbled into my bag producing my huge Victoria Beckham pair. He must want to avoid being seen by the paparazzi, I thought excitedly. That’s something I would have to get used to. (Note to self: carry a wig, or possibly a large hat at all times, might come in handy. However, this may depend on size of handbag being used at the time).
‘Ready?’ he enquired, with an amused grin.
‘Ready,’ I answered, downing the rest of my Champagne, straightening my sunglasses and picking up my bag. Taking my hand, Travis determinedly led us through and out of the crowed Arrivals hall. This is how a WAG must feel, I thought as I proudly kept a very tight grip of my man.
Once outside, Travis hailed down a taxi and gave the address of the hotel. Off we went, snogging each other’s faces off the whole journey. We were utterly oblivious to the nosey glances of the taxi driver who seemed to be doing his utmost not to get caught looking at us.
After a short while, I became vaguely aware of the luxurious sounds of crispy, deep, gravel crunching under the wheels as the cab slowed down, eventually coming to a grinding halt. The driver turned off the radio and, clearing his throat, indicated we had reached our destination. Prizing myself away from Travis’ mouth and removing his wandering hands from up inside my dress, I tried to survey the unfamiliar surroundings through the steamed-up windows. I suddenly felt very nervous and off balance about what lay ahead.
I ruffled my hair back into place as best I could and smoothed my dress back down.
I glanced over at Travis who was, as usual, oozing confidence as he gathered our belongings. He really was impossibly handsome. So calm, so collected and so utterly perfect.
‘My Princess, your castle awaits,’ he gestured proudly with his arm, while simultaneously bowing his head like a manservant. Then, he took my hand while shoving a wad of notes in the direction of the cabbies.
I was completely speechless at the overwhelmingly spectacular sight in front of us.
‘It’s a castle!’ I gasped, steadying myself. ‘It’s just like the Magic Kingdom castle at Disneyland. It’s even got flags on poles and everything!’ I cupped my face in childish astonishment, utterly overwhelmed. I had always wanted to come here. I didn’t even have to look for the hotel name. I had eagerly read reviews of the boutique hotel Castle Clontarf after Siobhan attended her posh cousin’s wedding here. Oh my God, wait till I tell her!
‘You’re my Princess,’ Travis whispered passionately. ‘I want to look after you, always.’
I swung round to face him, my eyes brimming with tears. I was finding it hard to speak. ‘Sorry, sorry…’ I eventually stammered, my voice constricted with emotion. ‘It’s just all so beautiful. And what you just said, well, it’s kind of blown me away. Where have you been all my life?’ By now the tears were streaming down my cheeks.
‘You can stop crying now. You’re safe. I’ve got you, Tara,’ his voice now rich and protective.
‘Even the stars in the sky look like shimmering diamonds,’ I babbled, trying desperately to pull myself together. But, once I had started sobbing, I couldn't stop. Jesus. Come on, Tara, he’s got the message. Yes, I love it. I love it all.
I knew I really did need to stop crying. Blowing my snotty nose and sniffing like a two year old really wasmostunattractive and very un-WAG-like indeed. I mean for God’s sake, what if the paparazzi got a picture of me like this? Now that really would be something to cry about!
I really couldn’t help it. I stood, spellbound, facing the picturesque castle, squeezing Travis’ hand tightly. It was like I was in a fairytale. I freeze-framed the moment in my mind, absorbing the idyllic surroundings and savouring every detail.
A bedazzling array of spotlights in whites, vivid blues and pinks bounced romantically off the trailing ivy leaves covering the soaring castle walls and turrets. The picture was topped off by a pair of giant, weathered, moss-laden stone lions sitting at the entrance, powerfully guarding their fortress. It looked like a Hollywood film set.
‘It’s the most romantic setting I have ever seen!’ I wailed, almost breaking into another sob.
‘I knew you would love it here. It’s the best hotel in town,’ chorused Travis, effortlessly picking up our bags with one hand. ‘Come on, gorgeous, let’s get you inside - you’ll freeze out here.’
Walking into the vast, richly decorated lobby, I suddenly began to feel weak. It was probably a combination of over-excitement, lack of food and the glass of bubbly at the airport. I took an opportunity to sit on one of the entrance hall thrones, which were covered in plush scarlet velvet. The one I chose was in front of a large, ornate stone fireplace. I took great pleasure from the intense heat radiating from the roaring open fire. As Travis checked us in, my eyes traced the lavishly carpeted stairs and the exquisitely engraved granite stairway. I instinctively knew these were the stairs that would take me to heaven.
In the distance, I could hear the rich tinkling of a piano playing soft jazz, together with soft murmuring voices. It all served to give off an intimate, relaxed vibe. I closed my eyes, savouring this precious moment. I had never felt this special… ever.
I shivered at the thought of what lay ahead. I turned my attention back to the grand reception desk where, I realised with a start, Travis had been watching me the whole time. Mentally, I was already undressing him, my mind spinning with possibilities. I fluttered my lashes back at him, my gaze slowly roaming over his luscious body; taking in his solid legs, narrow waist, strapping chest and those magnificent strong arms. Of course, that’s not to forget his perfect ‘come-to-bed’ smile. I had to be the luckiest girl in the whole wide world.
All those days and nights of texting, the wanting, the waiting, all those text-sex conversations about what we were going to do to each other; finally, it was all moments away from happening.
Having now checked-in, Travis nodded over to me.
‘Come on, princess. Let’s go,’ Travis beckoned, as he strode over, eyes fixated on me. ‘We’re on the top floor, so we’ll take the lift.’
Leaving the beautiful, soft sounds of the piano behind us, I remained silent and swallowed nervously. The tension between us was mounting by the second. We entered the lift, gazing into each other’s eyes as the doors fell shut.
The moment we were away from watchful eyes, Travis exercised full, hot-blooded assertiveness. He whipped me up into his solid arms and separated my legs as to straddle him. I felt a rush of adrenaline as he slammed me into the wall, violently juddering the lift on its suspensions. He bit my neck ferociously, sending orgasmic, shooting pulsations straight through me. His hips were grinding up against me, sending me into overdrive. I started trembling in synch with the rumble of the elevator, panting and ready for more. But our lusty encounter was over too soon, as the brass doors subsided, letting in some much-needed oxygen.
‘… And that’s just the warm up,’ he smirked, gently easing me down and leading me into the corridor.
I was already fully stimulated and we hadn’t even got in the room yet.
Struggling to steady myself, I felt the thick, plush red carpet beneath me; as we glided down the long, empty, softly lit corridor.
Arriving at our room, Travis eased open the large wooden door, revealing a suite fit for royalty. My eyes zoomed straight towards the mag
nificent, heavily carved, mahogany four-poster bed; then all around the majestically decorated room. I was overwhelmed. It all felt so surreal. I was speechless.
‘So… do you approve?’ Travis asked with a smoldering gaze, looking like an advert for designer aftershave.
I frantically nodded, still taking in all the finery and soft furnishings. I knew this was the lifestyle I had always craved.
‘Perfect. The Champagne is still chilling,’ said Travis, rattling the ice around the bucket. ‘I’ve been saving this for a very special occasion. I had it sent here earlier today.’ He picked the bottle of Dom Perignon 2003 out of the ice bucket and showed it to me.
I didn’t know much about vintage plonk, but what I did know was that some more Dutch courage was very much needed. Travis quickly found some glasses and tore the metal wrapper off the top of the bottle. I felt yet another rush of adrenalin as he popped the cork with masterful ease.
‘I know I could’ve gotten a bottle from Room Service, but it wouldn’t have been as good as this,’ he smiled, dashingly.
‘To… us,’ I toasted, my heart racing. We chinked our glasses and sat down on the bed. ‘Oh… look at the spring on this mattress,’ I commented, bouncing around with childlike exuberance, thus causing me to spill some of the extortionate champers down my already-stained dress.
Travis smiled, ignoring my clumsiness.
‘Sorry, gorgeous… I’ve just remembered,’ he announced, sounding sincere. ‘I have to make a quick call… I don’t want anyone to interrupt us later. I’ll take it in the corridor.’
‘Okay, no problem,’ I conceded, trying to disguise the feeling of annoyance in the pit of my stomach while frantically wiping down my dress.
Travis headed towards the door, dialing a number as he walked.
‘Take your time. It’s really not a problem,’ I said, sweetly lying through my porcelain veneers. ‘I’ve got urgent calls I need to make myself.’
The tosspot!
I’ve waited all this time to see him and he fecks off to make a call… in private! Who could possibly be more important than me at this precise moment? Whoever they are, they’re a wanker, and so is he. Don’t they understand how little time we have and how precious it is? I may not even have sex with him if he’s not careful. No… that’s a lie, I will. But, still.
It’s a shame Travis wasn’t this reliable with calls to me. Well, two can (and will!) play that game. In the future that is, not now. I’m gagging for it way too much to be playing games at this precise moment.
As soon as he’d left the room and the door was shut, I shot up off the bed and darted over to the huge, exquisitely-carved gold mirror. I needed to see how my piggy eyes were doing and douse myself in perfume (not forgetting a quick spray of the lady-garden of course). Well, I may as well take advantage of this interlude and spend the time usefully.
Despite having drank yet another glass of Champagne, I had become increasingly self-conscious as I waited in the huge room all alone. I decided to soften the unforgiving lighting and so dashed around the bedroom drawing the heavy red curtains, switching off the main light and turning on the table lamps instead. Once I was happy with the ambience, I hurriedly took my ‘relaxed’ position on the bed once more and waited. And then I waited.
And waited.
‘Sorry, Princess,’ Travis apologised unconvincingly, as he strode into the room a whole fifteen feckin’ minutes later. He didn’t look the least bit sheepish, the wanker. ‘Now, where were we?’ he asked, easing himself down beside me on the bed.
Although I was still trying to retain my cool allure, I would have loved to have given him a swipe for leaving me for so long. Instead, I raised my Champagne flute to my lips seductively, forgetting completely that I had already emptied the glass while he was out of the room. Maybe I ought to lay off the Dutch courage for now.
‘Let me top you up there, babe,’ Travis smiled, jumping up to retrieve the bottle. Turning back to face me he gave me another one of his killer smiles. ‘I still can’t believe we are finally together.’
My stomach whirled with anticipation. I was powerless to his presence and forgave his inappropriate absence as I silently held my glass out for him to fill. I was trying so hard to be seductive but was sure I was failing miserably. As for Travis, he just looked like a sex-siren. It seemed so bloody effortless for him.
There was an uncomfortable silence, as he looked deep in to my eyes. I drew my breath as though in preparation to start gabbling my usual stream of nervous nonsense.
‘Shhh,’ whispered Travis, as he put his finger to my lips. ‘Come here to me, baby. I’m going to kiss and lick every inch of you. I want you to watch me, guide me and lead me around your perfect body.’
I gently placed my glass on the bedside table and turned back to face Travis, who was climbing onto the bed. I let out a moan, as he gently lay beside me. I kept my body as rigid as possible, to avoid the gathering of any stretched skin that had not been fixed by surgery, or the occasional few minutes in the gym.
‘I want to undress you, but can I leave your boots on please?’ Travis asked, gently unbuttoning my dress. What is it with men and long high-heeled boots? Well, it certainly broke the ice.
‘You dirty perv,’ I laughed nervously.
‘I know,’ he replied with a resigned shrug of his beautiful, square shoulders. ‘It’s how you make me feel. I can’t help myself around you.’
‘I will leave them on, if that’s what you desire,’ I said in a slow, sexy voice and bit my lip purely for the girly effect. I’d have covered my feckin’ boots in Marmite and eaten them if it meant he would make love to me.
In a single, strong move, Travis straddled me and whipped his top off. His herculean, polished, buff torso was staring me in the face. It was hard to concentrate on the top half though, because I could see his manhood growing, barely contained in his jeans. Travis ran his hands through his hair and gritted his teeth.
‘You're a keeper - you really are,’ he stated with darkening eyes.
My heart flooded with joy.
Releasing the built-up tension within me, I pawed and squeezed at his muscle-bound flesh and frantically undid the buttons on his jeans. I wrenched them down and his massive, now-throbbing manhood burst over the top of them. Panting with lust, I went to yank down his boxers to release him fully, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the bed.
‘Fuck… I want you!’ he demanded. ‘Don’t move. That dress is coming off.’ He lunged forward and purposely undid the rest of the fastenings, expertly undid my belt and in one swift movement threw my dress up and over my head.
Easing himself further towards the end of the bed, he slowly bent down over my lower regions. Inch-by-inch he kissed my thighs, working his way slowly, inexorably towards my lady-garden. I arched my back in ecstasy, closing my eyes, as he gently bit and licked and firmly guided my legs apart with his hands. God I wanted, no, I needed something in my mouth. I reached down and felt his pulsating, wet tip. I don't know what came over me, but I pushed him off me and aggressively climbed on top of him, sitting astride his knees. Pushing him down by the shoulders, I took his rock-hard, dripping cock in my mouth and sucked and licked it like a woman possessed. Travis groaned like a wild animal, tearing his fingers in and out of my hair, repeating my name.
I never wanted this moment to end.
‘Stop, Tara, stop, you’re going to make me cum… it’s too soon,’ he panted. To emphasise the point, he yanked my hair back, forcing himself out of my mouth. I crouched down, smiling up at him and slowly licked my lips.
Travis looked back at me.
‘You dirrrrty bitch…’ he growled in a strong, gritty voice.
With that, he grabbed my hair dragging me back up level with his face. Then, to my complete and utter shock, he spat on my face.
Horrified, I pushed him away. This was not what I had expected at all! I was in complete shock. I put my hand up to wipe my face and instinctively, I spat back. Staring hard at h
im, I slapped him across the face with all my strength.
‘Turn around,’ he commanded forcefully, absorbing and ignoring my slap. I didn’t have a chance to protest as he swung me around, lifted me up onto my knees and slammed me up against the cold, hard headboard. He used one hand to firmly pin both of mine together behind my back. With his other hand free, he gathered up my long hair in a vice-like grip.
I felt him pull back and then push forward hard, capturing and penetrating me in one masterful movement.
He writhed hard against my backside, moving powerfully back and forward; crashing in and out of me with wicked skill. So I guess this is what they call ‘doggie style’.
‘Tara – you are on the pill, aren’t you?’ he panted, presumptuously.
‘Err… no, I’m not,’ I managed to squeak, my hands fisting the bed sheets. ‘Do you not have anything with you?’
‘Okay, no worries,’ he rasped. ‘I’ll be careful. I’ll pull out. I’m not stopping now, not for anything.’
I could barely move, but I did my best to follow the rhythm and the pace that he had set. I ached to turn around and kiss him passionately. I was desperate to see his face, but I was totally imprisoned in his grip. I felt dizzy with the pleasure he was giving.
Then, suddenly, as I was reaching a crescendo of pleasure, he pulled away. I struggled to release myself from his entrapment, but he hadn’t finished with me yet.
‘No, wait,’ he ordered, easing me further down the bed so I was now virtually on all fours with my curved backside offered to him. He still had my hands gripped firmly behind my back in his one hand, but took the other from my hair, placing it firmly around my stomach. He leaned in closely, teasing my inner thigh with his tongue, lapping up the moist liquid that was dribbling from me. He groaned as he deeply inhaled my feminine scent.
I was quivering in ecstasy, with my breathing becoming increasingly erratic as he licked and teased me, gently alternating pushing his finger and his tongue inside me. I wanted to faint with pleasure as he tickled my sex button, sending me into orbit.
