The One Addicted(86)

Our mouths meet and our delicate kiss becomes more passionate and I begin to rotate my hips to test the sensation it brings, reaching down to grab his behind and push him into me. “Fuck me, Seb… just do it slowly.”

He slides further in, our fingers linking tighter, as his thick cock strokes at my g-spot. “Is this OK?”

“Keep going - don’t stop.”

I grow slicker, the smoother and less painful it is at my core. I hear his groan as he fills me completely. “You are mine!”

He is there - right where I need him, crave him, his long strokes creating a fireball of bliss as I start to move with him in our sensual dance. We are made for each other - I never want to be without this man!

He is the love of my life!

His hands leave mine as he lifts my bottom to bring me even closer to him, stroking me even deeper, our eyes never leaving each other as we both feel the enormity of our connection. Sweat glistening on our skin as we ride our bodies to our end goals.

“Come for me, Lu, baby - now!!”

I scream as my body explodes, tightening around his cock and I close my eyes as stars burst behind my eyelids, my feeling of well-being and happiness wholly due to this wonderful man who makes me feel cherished and loved. I hear his roar of satisfaction as he pumps into me one last time, finding my mouth with his again for a deep kiss before he tucks me into his side, my head on his chest as we slip underneath the silken sheets.

“I adore you, my lady Lu”.

And I you, my sexy Silver man.


“So, last night hmmm?”

I glance across at Abby in the back of the taxi and grin knowingly. “Hmmm, last night. I take it you got as little sleep as I did?”

“What me?” her chocolate brown eyes twinkle at me. “Oh no, Nathan and I got back from the club and went straight to sleep, in separate twin beds of course.”

I laugh out loud at her audacious comment. “Not a chance, Abigail Thompson. Barracuda and Dubai certainly gets you all het up doesn’t it?”

“Yep. I quite liked playing a ho for the night though, especially in the bedroom.”

“Whoa – too much information.”

“What? Like you and Seb weren’t getting all down and dirty. I saw that redhead getting you all riled up.”

“Abs, anyone would have thought I was the redhead, I got that fiery and the anger…”

“Jealously, babe. It’s a killer.”

“Must have been - the rage came from the soles of my feet - I swear I could have scratched her eyes out - I don’t know what’s got into me?”

“Er - really? We know exactly what’s got into you, Lucia Myers.” She attempts a serious expression but fails miserably. “That and you were probably just hormonal.”

It could have been my hormones I suppose? Maybe that was why I was in pain when we made love?

“Well, it certainly made for a passionate night.” Memories of last night’s escapades flash before me and I feel myself blush.

“That good?”

I nod silently and she pats my knee in understanding. “Me too, babe; me too. We’re both goners! What do they say an angel in the daytime and a dirty devil in the evening - well something like - I’m more dirty devil day and night since we’ve been away. It must be all this heat. I’m so bloody horny! Let’s make sure we look drop dead gorgeous tonight for these Greek gods and give them a taste of their own medicine.”

I completely agreed - tonight was the one night we had to pull out all the stops and our first one was at an exclusive little boutique that came highly recommended by the Manager at The Jannah Hotel. It was based about 9miles from the Dubai marina and was apparently a hidden gem which was fast becoming the it place for those in the know - the place to find vintage and upcoming designer-wear at trade prices.

We pay the taxi driver and head towards the warehouse building. It didn’t look like much from the outside and you had to press a button, before someone perused you via camera at the other end, then approved your access and buzzed you in - it was all very top secret and very exciting. Abby and I pull unsure faces at one another before biting the bullet and heading inside the warehouse. Inside, it was an entirely different story. Talk about not judging a book by its cover!

“Wow, this place is divine- you can smell the couture the second you walk in - I’m literally salivating!” Ab’s jaw is dragging on the floor and I nod in agreement.

“I know but have you taken a look at some of the price tags? I thought Dubai was supposed to be bargain central?”

“It is - you’re getting a £10000 dress for £5K instead - still more than five times my mortgage payment every month.” I add wistfully.