the porter through the throngs of people, towards the exit doors.
T he porter exits first, followed by Nina, both blocking my view of outside.
I don’t need to see him to know he’s there, I can feel him and I know the instant his eyes find me as a shiver consumes my entire body.
I look around the porter and when our eyes meet, the connection that’s always been between us, heightens. I cannot help the smile that forms on my face.
This man, this utterly beautiful man, is standing here waiting for me.
I want to run to him and do the totally clichéd ‘meeting at the airport’ embrace, but before I take another step he darts away from the two humungous guys on either side of him, runs at full speed towards the porter and at the last minute he dives over the top of the trolley, like some crazy bloody stuntman.
It catches me by surprise and is so over the top that I cannot help but full on belly laugh at his antics.
N ot a moment later I am scooped up in his arms and his mouth attacks mine in a hard, claiming, kiss.
My own body reacts on instinct and instead of surrendering to his kiss, I return his forceful embrace, our tongues entwining and our breaths melding, until everything else disappears and it’s just us.
No drama, no nerves, no doubts.
No darkness, no tears, just heat.
All consuming, so hot it physically burns.
M y lips still tingle from the blistering kiss we shared.
W e are on our way to the hotel; Emma is sitting with her head resting against my chest, I have one arm wrapped tightly around her back, cradling her to me and the other hand holds hers across my heart. My frantically beating, yet soothed beyond words, heart.
She disentangles herself from my embrace and looks up at me. Her eyes, those same eyes I felt I’d drown in months ago, look up at me filled with both excitement and contentment.
Her plump lips are still swollen from our public make out session, one that we would undoubtedly still be engaged in, if Nina hadn’t tapped me on the shoulder to make me aware of the crowd we’d drawn, many with their camera phones out after recognising me.
“God I’ve missed you.” Four simple words pass from her lips but I think they might just be the four, most spellbinding words, I’ve ever heard.
They are so intoxicating that I need to taste her again, need to taste where those words that make my heart stutter and my dick thicken, have come from.
If I could, I would lay her out across this back seat and finally make her completely, totally and utterly mine.
That’s going to have to wait though, I have a surprise for her back at the hotel and it’s not conducive to private lovemaking, plus when I do get her in my bed, she isn’t going to be leaving anytime soon.
I nstead I place a gentle kiss on her lips and a sigh leaves my mouth, a sigh that tells of all the things I want to do to her and can’t.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you too.”
As soon as I get the last word out she’s out of my arms and straddling my lap. Then her soft lips and warm tongue devour me.
She owns this kiss, she controls this kiss and I can do nothing but submit. Fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing ever.
I pull away gasping for air and smooth some errant strands of hair, out of her face and behind her ear. Her breathing is as ragged as mine and when she swipes her tongue across her already wet bottom lip; I have to physically stop myself from throwing her on her back and sinking into her addictive heat.
“I have a surprise for you back at the hotel.” My voice is hoarse, like I’ve marched through a desert and haven’t had a drink in days. The sound betrays just how parched I am for her.
Her eyelids lower a fraction, desire evident in their beguiling depths.
“A good surprise?” she emphasises the word good by grinding herself over the bulge in my jeans and my hands automatically grip her hips, wanting to encourage her movement but knowing I need to stop it all the same.
“Well, at the
T he porter exits first, followed by Nina, both blocking my view of outside.
I don’t need to see him to know he’s there, I can feel him and I know the instant his eyes find me as a shiver consumes my entire body.
I look around the porter and when our eyes meet, the connection that’s always been between us, heightens. I cannot help the smile that forms on my face.
This man, this utterly beautiful man, is standing here waiting for me.
I want to run to him and do the totally clichéd ‘meeting at the airport’ embrace, but before I take another step he darts away from the two humungous guys on either side of him, runs at full speed towards the porter and at the last minute he dives over the top of the trolley, like some crazy bloody stuntman.
It catches me by surprise and is so over the top that I cannot help but full on belly laugh at his antics.
N ot a moment later I am scooped up in his arms and his mouth attacks mine in a hard, claiming, kiss.
My own body reacts on instinct and instead of surrendering to his kiss, I return his forceful embrace, our tongues entwining and our breaths melding, until everything else disappears and it’s just us.
No drama, no nerves, no doubts.
No darkness, no tears, just heat.
All consuming, so hot it physically burns.
M y lips still tingle from the blistering kiss we shared.
W e are on our way to the hotel; Emma is sitting with her head resting against my chest, I have one arm wrapped tightly around her back, cradling her to me and the other hand holds hers across my heart. My frantically beating, yet soothed beyond words, heart.
She disentangles herself from my embrace and looks up at me. Her eyes, those same eyes I felt I’d drown in months ago, look up at me filled with both excitement and contentment.
Her plump lips are still swollen from our public make out session, one that we would undoubtedly still be engaged in, if Nina hadn’t tapped me on the shoulder to make me aware of the crowd we’d drawn, many with their camera phones out after recognising me.
“God I’ve missed you.” Four simple words pass from her lips but I think they might just be the four, most spellbinding words, I’ve ever heard.
They are so intoxicating that I need to taste her again, need to taste where those words that make my heart stutter and my dick thicken, have come from.
If I could, I would lay her out across this back seat and finally make her completely, totally and utterly mine.
That’s going to have to wait though, I have a surprise for her back at the hotel and it’s not conducive to private lovemaking, plus when I do get her in my bed, she isn’t going to be leaving anytime soon.
I nstead I place a gentle kiss on her lips and a sigh leaves my mouth, a sigh that tells of all the things I want to do to her and can’t.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you too.”
As soon as I get the last word out she’s out of my arms and straddling my lap. Then her soft lips and warm tongue devour me.
She owns this kiss, she controls this kiss and I can do nothing but submit. Fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing ever.
I pull away gasping for air and smooth some errant strands of hair, out of her face and behind her ear. Her breathing is as ragged as mine and when she swipes her tongue across her already wet bottom lip; I have to physically stop myself from throwing her on her back and sinking into her addictive heat.
“I have a surprise for you back at the hotel.” My voice is hoarse, like I’ve marched through a desert and haven’t had a drink in days. The sound betrays just how parched I am for her.
Her eyelids lower a fraction, desire evident in their beguiling depths.
“A good surprise?” she emphasises the word good by grinding herself over the bulge in my jeans and my hands automatically grip her hips, wanting to encourage her movement but knowing I need to stop it all the same.
“Well, at the
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