The One Addicted(53)
And with my nod of encouragement he pulls my chair back, never losing contact with me, skin on skin at all times.
“Time to go upstairs where untold pleasures await.”
We’d said our goodnights to Colin and Gino, Suzie had gone to bed earlier and Nathan and Abby were about to head up themselves. It was time to call it a night. We take the staircase together, head down the Alice in Wonderland corridor and I’m about to stop at my room, when Sebastian slips his arms under my knees and around my back. Then he lifts me, cradling me to his strong muscular body and I loop my arms around his neck intuitively.
“What are you doing?” my giggles are nervous but reactive.
“Doing what I wanted to do the first time we walked down this corridor together…”
I look up at his face, intent on his path and fixated on his goal,. I’m allowed those few minutes to enjoy his features at my leisure and inhale his intoxicating scent. I place my palm against his chest, only to feel the heat burning there, the tanned skin visible at his neck, makes me gulp - he is fucking gorgeous and all mine for the night!
We reach the end of the corridor, the two huge doors to the honeymoon suite in front of us, now closed. “Do you want your tour now?”
He ignores my question and shuffles to whip the keycard though the lock, then with a deft flick of his hand the door opens and he carries me through it, closing it behind us with his foot. “The only thing I want a tour of is your delectable body.”
“We can’t be in here, Seb.”
“We can and we will. It’s our’s for the night. We’re going to finish what we should have done in here last month and you’re going to scream so loud, they’ll think this place is bloody haunted.”
He sets me down onto my feet and disappears into the bathroom. I can’t believe he’s booked this room? He was the person who’d booked it weeks ago - I wonder if Colin was in on it?
The curtains are now closed, creating a luxury floor to ceiling draping that is both dramatic and sensual. Colin had been right about the fabrics, they worked well together. Fresh logs spit and hiss in the fire grate, while candles, glow around the room - many more than I had arranged for the launch. I remove one stiletto, then the other and pad barefoot towards the bed, passing the champagne that chills in the ice bucket on the coffee table. I lift the bottle seeking the label; ah, Laurent Perrier Rose, my favourite. He’d thought of everything. Or had he?
At the wardrobe I open it and find all our clothing, hanging uniformly. Yep, everything; he was such a control freak but I am beginning to love that about him.
His arms wrap around my waist, pressing me passionately to him and I reach up on tiptoe to rub noses with him affectionately. “When did you do all this?”
“It’s been planned for some time but your sister helped me pack your things when you were working the room, and then the night porter distributed it in here, whilst we were with James downstairs.”
“I so wanted to be the first to stay in this room.” I step back from him, suddenly highly emotional.
“I know, baby. It’s another first for us. We should have christened this room weeks ago but at least now, we can enjoy it in style. It’s our room.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now come here and let me undress you by the fire.”
Sebastian had removed his jacket and tie and slipped it onto the nearby chair, then he moved to unzip my top and skirt and I’m discarded of both seamlessly, leaving me standing in front of him in nothing but my bra and jewellery. I instinctively unhook it and slide it down my shoulders aware of his eyes on me, at all times. A few weeks ago I’d have wrapped my arms around myself, conscious of my naked status but now I’m happy to see his liquorice blacks fill with lust at the sight of my body; I’m empowered by the evident rise I can achieve as my eyes drop to his groin, where his erection is thick and hard, the fabric pulled tautly across his trousers.
My nipples ruche and their peaks point aching to be touched; licked. I am not cold however, as a shiver of desire sprays across my skin. The heat from the fire, combined with the heat pooling between my thighs, is causing a rosy flush across my body.
Stop staring at me. Please just take me.
I watch him unbutton his shirt, before sliding it from those broad shoulders and revealing his sexy torso. I’ll never get tired of looking at his body. His muscles bunch as he twists to discard the offending item and I lick my lips, at the corrugated leanness of his flat tanned abdomen.
“Enjoying the show?” He questions, eyes lock on me, whilst his fingers unzip his trousers. I nod but can’t speak, as I stare transfixed in silence, as he slides them down his legs and I see for the first time that he too has gone commando tonight. I hear my inward gasp; and I flex my fingers at my sides, desperate to claim his cock which now springs free, solid and searching up to his navel, his balls tight- ever aroused. The whole time I’m standing naked, on show and waiting.