“Why? If it helps, I really like seeing you naked.” I thought that obvious, but figured she’d still like to hear it. “More than anyone.”
“Including Jesse?”
“Can we not say his name?” I was still a little abrasive about him where Dee was concerned, as he’d mentioned a couple more times how amazing he thought she was. Ryan had said he was doing it to wind me up. I wasn’t so sure.
She stepped over to the bath and bent down as if she was going to kiss me.
“Jesse, Jesse, Jesse…”
I splashed at her, soaking her bra, and then grabbed her waist, tipping her over the side of the bath. Her laughter was interspersed with screams, her giggles contagious.
“I won’t mention him again! Just let me go and I’ll get in!”
“I quite like you begging. Maybe I should try and get you to do it more…”
She laughed again, pulling herself away and undoing her bra, which was a front fastener.
I lay back in the bath again and unashamedly watched as she let it drop to the floor, her tits bared for me. Her panties were dropped to the floor, and when she looked at me this time, the shyness had gone.
In its place was a new brazenness, one that made the air in the room feel thick and charged, the particles making my skin feel ultra-sensitive.
Before she climbed in the water, I reached out and touched under her chin, guiding her mouth to mine for a kiss, one that was slow and deep and careful, containing promises that were about more than just tonight.
She got into the bath carefully, holding onto my shoulders as she did. The water was hot, and she paused for second to get used to it before sinking deeper into the tub, straddling me, her centre pressed against my hard cock, her breasts pushed forward, inviting me to touch, which I did.
My fingers paused on her nipples, playing with them, pinching. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
She smiled, almost knowingly, but not quite.
“When you’re not with me at night, I jack myself off thinking about these.” I pinched them again, then ran my fingers slowly down them, over her ribs and let one hand slink down further to between her legs, cupping her pussy. She was slick, even with the water, anticipation working well for us. “And I think about this. How tight it is for my cock. How you come so well on it.”
She shuddered, licking her lips, moving her hips against my hand, seeking friction, seeking a release.
I carried on, with the dirty words and with my hand against her clit, teasing her entrance until she came with her hands holding onto my shoulders and her head tipped back.
When her tremors had subsided, I stood up, holding onto her waist, and praying I didn’t slip. Sex in bath water wasn’t always the best, and tonight was about the best. I sat down on the side of the tub, a wide step before it sank down into the floor, and steadied her back on my lap, stealing kisses that I wouldn’t dare take in public.
Hands, fingers, lips – they we all a blur of need and want, seeking an end that I didn’t think we’d ever really find. Dee lifted herself up, angling herself onto my cock and sank down, any sense that was left exiting my brain. She rode me hard, her thighs doing the work, moving us both towards a release that almost made me pass out, holding onto her while we both caught our breath.
I had toyed with the idea of booking a restaurant outside of the hotel, given that there was so much to choose from in the city, but the hotel’s restaurant had a really good reputation, and it seemed easy, especially after us both having matches.
Dee wore tight fitted trousers and a top that was almost sheer, giving a hint of what was underneath. She claimed to have no fashion sense, and to be too much of a tomboy to know how to dress like some of her friends, but she was wrong. She knew exactly what to do for her, and I loved the fact that she wasn’t overly made up and she wore what she felt good in, rather than what she thought she should be seen in.
We headed downstairs half an hour early to get a drink before dinner, sitting in the hotel’s bar that was open to the public. The lighting was low, making everything look flattering, and the seating areas screened, giving an illusion of privacy.
The last few months had made me hyper aware of people trying to steal a photo, whatever I was doing. Someone had taken one when I’d dashed into a supermarket a couple of days ago, needing to grab milk and teabags. It had ended up in a gossip magazine, speculating who I was going to use them with. The photo was followed with a picture of Jade, hanging on the arm of her new boyfriend, a reality television star whose name I did not know. Rhys had found the photo, and let me know about it, with the warning to be careful.
“I’m going to have that.” Dee pointed to what was probably the sweetest cocktail on the menu. “Manchester Tart.”
“Really?” I was sticking with a pint. “It has cream on top.”
“I think we just burnt all those calories off anyway.” She smirked at me over the menu. “Do you think anyone heard?”
She had been loud, but it had been my name she was shouting and not Jesse’s, which I might tell him next time he was being a dick.
“Not sure I care.” I shrugged and eyed the waiter, willing him to come over and take our order.
I didn’t notice him take our photo. Maybe it wasn’t him, and it was someone who passed our table to get to the bathroom. Maybe it was one of his colleagues who happened by and saw me sitting with Dee, who’d been in the press during the week for an England call up for their next international game. I would never be sure who it was that sold the photo of me tipping up her chin to give her a kiss when she had cream from her cocktail on her top lip.
