One Night In Amsterdam

by Nadia C. Kavanagh

  “I don’t know. You inspire me and words come out naturally,” I confessed. “I am not trying to impress you by using some trite phrases. I hate clichés actually.” My gazes slowly drifted to her lips. I wanted to kiss her again so badly.

  “No, Dylan, you are far from a cliché. Everything about you is so intriguing.”

  I smiled happily. “Well then, let’s have a toast. To us and to this magical night,” I raised my glass and gazed deeply into her eyes. “Emma, please eat something. Maybe some beef Carpaccio first. You said you were hungry. I don’t want to draw an unconscious girl.”

  “I will. I just want to know if you are serious about making a drawing of me tonight.”

  “The night is young. There is still time for more surprises. ” I winked, smiling playfully.

  “I think I would really like that,” she replied with a radiant smile.

  The next three hours went too fast as we sat outside in the comforting summer breeze enjoying the alluring view of the canal. I had dinner dates where girls hardly touched their food but with Emma, we ate everything and even shared a chocolate soufflé. “Oh, how can anyone say no to chocolate?” she exclaimed happily when Lodewijk personally brought the dessert topped with his secret cream sauce.

  Before we left De Basiel, I asked Chris to play one last song for us. Under the clear night sky dappled with bright stars and a full moon, I asked Emma to dance with me. We moved softly with the music while she rested her head on my shoulder, her hand clasped around my neck. I buried my face in her soft curls, and inhaled her jasmine-vanilla scent. I could have stayed like that forever but the music stopped, announcing the end of a magical evening. I had to let her leave my arms.

  Why did the time seem to fly when I was with her? Neither the afternoon nor the evening was enough. I wanted to spend the entire night with her now. “Would you like a walk by the canal towards the Wertheimpark?” I asked, hoping she would say ‘yes’.

  “Sure,” she agreed with a cute grin and held to the crook of my arm. We walked the cobblestone streets slowly. I could tell she was getting tired but neither she nor I wanted to say anything. We both didn’t want the night to end.

  “What a gorgeous view. I’d like to take a picture of you under the moonlight.” I said and turned her to face me.

  She shook her head, objecting. “I don’t think any still picture can capture the true beauty of this night, Dylan. Let’s just take mental pictures tonight. Things we enjoy appear much more beautiful in our memories than on a paper or computer screens.”

  “But, I want to remember you and our night together. Are you still insisting on not telling me anything else about yourself?”

  Her eyes were furtive; she didn’t want to answer me. Instead she squeezed my hand softly and leaned her head on my shoulder. I ran my fingers through her soft hair and caressed her cheek with the back of my hand. I didn’t know what else to say. I hated that we were getting to the end of the night and she was this delicate dove, ready to fly away without leaving a trace.

  “Emma, you look tired. We have been walking almost all day. I don’t think you have the energy to ride back,” I said. “Why don’t we spend the rest of the night in my hotel? It is close.” I asked hesitatingly.

  “Are you trying to get me into your bed Dylan?” She asked tauntingly. God, I loved but also hated her bluntness.

  I grinned, blushing unwittingly, “As much as I would love to do that, kiss every inch of your body, make you scream with pleasure. No, that’s not my plan.” I replied back. I could play her game too.

  “Oh, God! Dylan! You are getting me all intrigued now.”

  “I should continue then, maybe you will surrender.”

  “Honestly, I don’t think so. I don’t want to be the bimbo you banged on a one-night-stand in Amsterdam.”

  “You know that you are not a bimbo, and believe me if I make love to you, I don’t think one night would be enough. I would want more.”

  “Dylan, we agreed. It’s just one night. We will both go our separate ways tomorrow.”

  “I didn’t agree. You just didn’t give me any other option. You don’t even want to give me your number or tell me where you live or where you work.”

  “It’s better this way. We will have this wonderful night to remember forever. It is perfect.”

  “I can’t win this argument with you and I don’t want to spend my precious hours left arguing. All I want is to hold you in my arms for the rest of the night and kiss you. I can’t let you go just yet. I am not ready to say goodbye.”

  “Okay, fine!”

  “Okay, fine for what?”

  “Yes, I will come to your hotel and spend the night with you.”

  I lifted her up and spun her around in my arms. “This will be the best night of my life.” I shouted happily. She did say ‘yes’… didn’t she? Or was I daydreaming?

  CHAPTER 6

  DYLAN

  We arrived at The Grand Amsterdam Hotel close to midnight. Built in 1578, I found the building very old-fashioned when I checked in three days ago; however, wondering how Emma would enjoy its quaint and unique atmosphere, I was thankful to Mrs. Donnelly, my kind, fifty year old personal assistant for reserving this historic hotel for me. When we got in front of the impressive building illuminated with soft lights, Emma’s eyes grew wide, and a slight grin inched on her face. She liked historic places: it was too obvious.

  I was about to open the door to the lobby when her phone rang, “I need to take this,” she said politely.

  “Of course! As long as you promise to come back,” I said wondering who was calling her at this hour. “If it is Sydney, please tell her you’ll be with me all night. I am not letting you go.”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll be back. It’s my aunt. She is probably just getting off work and wants to check on me.”

  “Alright, I’ll be here waiting.” I let her hand go and watched her step outside.

  While she was talking on the phone, I beckoned to Albert, the hotel’s kind, white haired, bespectacled concierge to come over. I explained that I wanted something special prepared for my guest. Fresh strawberries, champagne and jasmine flowers. And for the morning, I asked him to arrange a royal breakfast overlooking the garden terrace surrounded by historic walls.

  “I want the best of everything Albert. Nothing should be less than perfect!” I demanded resolutely.

  “Of course, Mr. Hamilton!” Albert nodded eagerly. “I will arrange everything personally. I can assure you that all will be setup perfect for your taste. Do you want your order for tonight right away?”

  “Yes, please bring them immediately.”

  “And if I may sir, I’d like to add one more item to your list.” He said.

  “What is it, Albert?”

  “I think crème Chantilly would go very well with the strawberries, sir.”

  “Excellent idea Albert.” I smiled. “Please add that too.”

  “Sorry, but one last thing, sir. It might be too late to get fresh jasmines. If I cannot find them, is there any other flower that you’d like instead?”

  “It has to be jasmine, Albert. Just find it …”

  “I understand sir. Have a great night.”

  Just a few seconds after Albert left, Emma came back, holding her cell phone in her hand. Her face was ambiguous. “After I hung up with my aunt, Sydney called. She wants to talk to you for some reason.” She said with a nervous expression.

  I held the phone, perplexed. I didn’t know what to say and had no idea why her crazy cousin wanted to talk to me in the middle of the night. I only hoped that it wasn’t because of Max. If he did something to make Sydney mad, I was going to make him suffer big time tomorrow.

  “Hi Sydney,” I said. My voice cracked a little bit.

  “Hi Dylan,” she replied giggling. I was relieved to hear her bubbly voice.

  “What’s up?”

  “I don’t know how you convinced my uptight cousin to spend the night with you. It is very unlike her,
to say the least. Please keep doing whatever you are doing. She sounds so happy and relaxed. Just make sure that she has an unforgettable night, alright. You know what I mean.”

  “Yes, Sydney. I understand. Thank you for your kind warning.” I uttered in an impish tone. Feeling overwhelmed under Emma’s repressive expression, I ended the call immediately and handed it back to Emma.

  “What did she want?” She asked curiously.

  “She just warned me about your snoring. I need to pinch your nose if you do.” I replied with a broad smile.

  “Jesus, Dylan. You are as impossible as her.”

  Without letting her interrogate me any further, “Let’s go,” I said. I took her hand and led her towards the elevator. The anticipation of spending the night with her and Sydney’s implicit comment were making me nervous. I wrapped my arms around her waist as the elevator slowly ascended to the top floor. Alone with her in the elevator, I desperately wanted to kiss her but I didn’t want to rush into anything. We had all night and I was determined to make every minute of it memorable for her.

  We entered the imperial suite at the top floor and Emma uttered joyfully. “Oh, my God Dylan! What a beautiful room. You have a gorgeous view of the canal. Sydney and I are sharing a dinky little room with a view of some old building’s roof. This is awesome.”

  I didn’t care much about the room or the view. The only thing that mattered to me at that instant was that she was there with me.

  “Oh, look at that,” she added, peeking at the stationary paper on top of the desk. “The suite is named after Willem Van Oranje, an ancestor of the Dutch monarchy. It is a classic,” she continued happily, checking out the rooms and its decoration. She was telling me all about the Netherland’s coat of arms when we heard the knock on the door. She squinted and bit the corner of her lower lip curiously. I opened the door, and the wonderful smell of fresh jasmines surrounded the air immediately.

  “As you have requested, sir!” Albert arranged the food and the flowers on the table. He opened the chilled Dom Perignon, and then poured it into two tall crystal glasses for us. When he was done, he asked in the most respectful manner. “Is there anything else I could do for you, sir?”

  “No, Albert. Thanks for all your help.”

  Emma’s lips curved into a gorgeous smile that almost reached her eyes. “You are unbelievable,” she shook her head and mumbled, inhaling the jasmine branches full of little fragrant flowers.

  “Do you always impress girls with irresistible indulgences like these?” She asked after she dipped a strawberry into the crème Chantilly and took a bite.

  “No, I definitely do not. This is a first for me,” I said. If only she knew how she was inspiring me to do things that I had never done before.

  I raised my glass, uttered “à la tienne” and then took a sip, watching her intently enjoying the cold champagne. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.

  “To you…as well,” she replied.

  The sight of cream dipped strawberries between her soft plumb lips, and the pleasing noises she let out as she sipped the cold champagne were too much. I was utterly lost in temptation by just watching her. My eyes implored her lips, her elegant neck and the valley between her breasts; I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I quickly closed the distance between us, took the glass out of her hand and set it on the table under her curious eyes. Then swiftly, I grabbed her waist and pulled her into an abrupt kiss. I intended to kiss her tenderly but when I saw the passion flickering in her eyes; it wasn’t possible to rein in my emotions anymore. My kiss became more heated reflecting the fire in me and her lips were the only cure, the only way to put out that fire. No, I didn’t forget what I told her earlier. I wanted to be the gentleman but I had to relinquish my promise soon. I loved holding her in my arms and caressing her gently, but now that she was in my arms, I wanted to taste her delicate skin with my lips starting from her neck, trailing down to her breasts. I wanted more. More of Emma.

  As if she heard my inner thoughts, she wrapped her arms around my neck. She parted her lips slightly, enough to allow me in. We were timid at first, but when my tongue touched hers, there was suddenly an explosion of passion and desire in both of us. Her chest rose and fell in cadence, her breathing deepened and she pulled me closer, her hands caressing my arms. Our bodies were now pressed firmly against each other. I took a sharp breath when Emma’s hands slipped lower. Her fingers were trailing under the hem of my shirt. I wanted her to peel the shirt off me, and graze her hands over my body. Everywhere her slim fingers touched burned with desire. Her touch was magical, sending shivers down my spine. My God… she had no idea what she was doing to me.

  I moved an inch away breaking the kiss for a second to take a deep breath. Kissing Emma was mind-blowing. I nestled my face under her ear, teasing her earlobes with my tongue as I cupped her cheekbones softly and then brushed her bare shoulders with the tip of my fingers. She trembled and moaned in my mouth, “Oh, Dylan!” Hearing her whispering my name in her smooth velvety voice was such a turn on. My name never sounded this sexy before.

  My hands trailed down and rested on the small of her back. She threw her head backwards giving me access to her neck. I inhaled her intoxicating smell, placed soft kisses on her neck all the way down to that maddening valley between her breasts. My eyes closed, I savored the sweet aroma of her lips again, my hands grazed over her legs, climbing up slowly, inch by inch towards her hips, almost touching the thin fabric of her panties. I was burning up with desire with every passing second. She was the only thing that could quench my raging thirst.

  Engulfed in delirious desire, I thought about lifting her up, laying her over the bed naked and adoring every inch of her body with my lips. I wanted to give her pleasure like she never had before. ‘Only if she would let me…’ I wondered inwardly. For the first time in my life, I was worrying about giving pleasure to a girl, instead of rushing to the end to get what I wanted and be done with it. Emma was too special, and I wanted to be special for her. There was a gleam in her eyes that I couldn’t decipher. Did she want me to continue? Did she have second thoughts about what we started? I hesitated to take the next step but feeling her soft hands rambling over my chest, gave me the courage I needed. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.

  I slowly untied her sundress at her neck. The silky dress gracefully crawled down to her feet. I was speechless at the sight of her impeccable beauty. In her strapless black lacy bra and matching panties, she looked like a goddess - curvy and voluptuous. Her rosy nipples partially hidden underneath the black lace budded from her milky white skin. Her eyes were closed and her lips were sealed tight as I caressed her delicate skin with my knuckles, skimming over her round, perfect breasts. I wanted to remove that barrier between my sweet fantasy and my mouth immediately.

  I pulled up her silky hair, and lifted her arms above her head. I started kissing the soft skin around her arm pit and her breast, slowly trailing kisses down to her stomach. My hands found the clasp of her bra. I brushed my fingers over thin lace slowly. Her chest rose, and her breathing quickened. I suddenly stopped, making her open her eyes. Our gazes met instantly.

  “Emma. This is your last chance to say ‘no’. Do you want this?” I asked.

  She nodded once, but it was not enough. I wanted to hear her saying it. “Say it!” I whispered into her ear.

  “I want you to make love to me, Dylan.” She whispered back.

  Upon hearing her confirmation, all hell broke loose in me. I was completely taken by lust. I unclasped her bra and gazed into her tantalizing green eyes. They were enticing, inviting me to the place above the clouds where all worldly matters disappeared, only the sweet sensations, a blissful state of mind existed.

  I slowly lowered my face and flicked my tongue across the two pinky rosebuds hardening instantly with my touch as she ran her fingers through my hair. I took one rosy nipple in my mouth and starting sucking eagerly while I circled the other one with my thumb. How was it possible for someone to tast
e this sweet? Emma’s soft skin tasted like sweet peaches. I knew I was going to be addicted to that taste right away. I cupped her perfectly round breasts and caressed them gently as I moved down, kissing below her navel. I slowly dipped the tip of my tongue in her bellybutton and the heat of her skin transferred to my lips instantly.

  I lowered my head further, blowing cool air over her sensitive skin and heard her moans of pleasure. I brushed my hand over her lacy panties and then slipped my index finger slowly under the thin fabric. I teased her gently and watched her squirm under my touch, my warm breath seeping through the thin fabric. Her legs were already wobbly; she grabbed my shoulders to be steady. “Oh, God…” She mumbled softly.

  I hooked another finger under her panties and tugged it off. I kissed her silky white skin of her inner thighs while I grazed both my fingers over her hot and wet spot. I nuzzled my face over intimately, demanding her to spread herself to give me access. Abruptly she tensed and closed her legs. I looked at her eyes beseechingly as I caressed her thighs to make her relax.

  “Relax, Emma. Just let me…” I whispered.

  “I…I …” She stuttered. “I haven’t had sex for a long time.”

  “Don’t worry, leave everything to me,” I assured her. Then, I lifted her up and carried her to the bed in my arms. Lying on the bed, her slim fingers over her belly and her silky hair cast over her breast, she looked like the Venus in Boticelli’s famous painting.

  “Spread your legs Emma, and don’t be shy. Tell me what you want.” I demanded.

  Her eyes darted up and met mine. She pursed her lips, but did not utter a word. She moved her eyes away before complying with my order. She parted her legs, but only a little bit.

  “Not enough,” I said smilingly and then I kneeled between her legs, separating them further with my knees to give myself the complete access. I patted her gently with my fingers and watched her tremble in pleasure. I knew what she craved for, and I was determined to give it her. I slipped one finger inside of her, touched her gently, my thumb grazing over her curls. I bowed my head and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking her senseless as I eased my fingers in and out. Her eyes closed, she was biting her lips, inhaling long deep breaths. She gave herself to me completely, pressing her hips upward, moving them to the rhythm of my fingers. I could see she was getting close but I wanted her to reach her climax slowly, so I slowed my strokes. Her breathing quickened, and her eyelids slammed shut as I twirled my tongue around her wetness and sucked her hard. Soon, her body stiffened, and then shuddered in pleasure. “Oh, God! Dylan!” She cried out when I touched her one last time with my finger.