He pulled off his top to reveal a tight, toned porcelain body. I memorised every inch of him as he kicked off his clothes, expertly climbing on top of me, resting the weight of his body on his elbows, his face an inch from mine. He smelt of sandalwood again and something else I couldn’t put my finger on. The scent of him was intoxicating.
He tugged off my white jeans, discarding them on the floor and left me lying on my back in just a vest top and white lace underwear. A low whistle of appreciation chased away my remaining nerves. The glinting hunger in his eyes apparent.
John pressed tiny kisses against my neck and teasingly ran his hands over the length of my body, pulling my top over my head. He murmured throatily, ‘I waited a long time to have you here.’
‘I hope it will be worth your wait,’ I whispered back, shyly.
‘It already has been.’ His eyes deliberately roamed my tanned cleavage and exhaled slowly, pupils burning through mine, savouring every inch of me. He ran his fingers over the lace and pulled my bra down. I was supported, but very much exposed for him to tease with his tongue. My back arched in pleasure. I silently begged him to give himself to me, aching to feel him.
He pushed in on top of me, pulling my new underwear to the side, too impatient to remove it; his desperation matched mine. Intense eyes gazed at me as he entered me, we’d both waited long enough. Moving together back and forth, the rhythm picked up, the two of us panting, clawing each other desperately, bucking hard and fast until we finished together, sweating and exhausted.
He rested his head on my chest until the hammering of our hearts slowed down to a regular beat and looked at me with those soulful blue eyes.
‘How was that for you?’
In truth, it was unreal. I’d never wanted anybody like that in my life. I never physically needed anybody like that before. The desire was feral. It was raw, and it was real.
‘It was incredible.’ I bit my lower lip. ‘It feels like more.’
‘I agree,’ he murmured, rolling behind me to spoon me and play with me some more.
He ran his finger up and down my inner thigh, teasing me, torturing me. I spun round, pinned him down and unhooked my bra, letting one strap slip down before the other. Then I placed my fingers inside my knickers, deliberately lowering them, suddenly confident in the face of his obvious approval. He stared longingly at me; his breath caught in his throat and I pounced on him, like I wanted to in the car that time.
We lasted longer this time, kissing, stroking and exploring each other’s bodies, until we both finished again. I flopped down on top of him and we lay quietly satisfied. He kissed the top of my head tenderly and ran his fingers through my hair.
‘You are something else,’ he said, as I rested on his lust sheened chest.
When my trembling legs had recovered long enough to stand, I glanced around the room for the nearest bathroom. There were two doors aside from the one we had entered through. He pointed to the left-hand door. ‘Bathroom.’
‘What’s behind the other door?’
‘Open it and see.’
I opened it cautiously, unsure what to expect. Shelf upon empty shelf stood in front of me. To the right side were several rails for clothes. It was a walk-in wardrobe and his clothes only took up a mere quarter of the space available.
I had no idea his house would be like this. I expected a crumbling, but quaint cottage with mountains of character, low ceilings and wooden beams. More cosy, less extravagant. I don’t know why. All the talking we had done beforehand, so many nights on the phone until the early hours of the morning, he never mentioned his house was like something out of a magazine. He was so understated in every way.
‘Come with me.’ He led me to an en-suite with twin sinks and jacuzzi bath tub. The shower stood freely in the corner. He turned the mood lighting to a lilac setting and pulled me in under the warm running water, lathering my body with soap, massaging my shoulders as he washed me. The heat and his touch were better than any professional massage I’d experienced before. It was absolute bliss, a million miles from the real world. His firm hands kneaded my naked skin.
‘Jeez, and I thought you were a mere Audi wanker. Turns out you’re the house version as well.’
He laughed. ‘I suppose it’s not something you could explain without sounding like a complete prick. I know it’s special. I built it with the hope of a family in mind. I just didn’t meet anyone suitable. Until now.’ He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye to gauge my reaction.
‘Beautiful house or not, you still didn’t find anyone suitable. Have you forgotten I’m a city slicker and you’re a country bumpkin?’ I stuck my tongue out at him in jest. We really were worlds apart in a lot of ways, despite how I felt about him.
‘Let’s finish the tour and you can make your mind up when you’ve got the full picture.’ He wrapped a towel around me and fetched another for himself.
‘I thought we’d finished the tour with the grand finale there?’ I teased.
‘You haven’t been outside yet.’ He looked at the white jeans I was pulling back on. ‘Have you anything darker with you?’
‘In my case, in the car.’ He left to get it, leaving me alone in his bedroom.
When he returned, I hung my weekend clothes in his wardrobe and pulled on my dark new jeans, flat brown leather boots and the white shirt.
‘Better?’ I looked down at my attire for confirmation.
‘You look great. I’ll give you one of my jackets. That should keep your shirt clean. And if you like those boots, I’d change them, they might look a little more practical than the skyscrapers, but they’re going to get filthy out there.’ He winked at me before continuing. ‘I was prepared, even if you weren’t. I bought you a present.’ He seemed delighted with himself as he led me downstairs and back through the kitchen and out into a utility room that I didn’t realise existed.
