“Well, would you look at that, I am naked…oops.” At this I laughed and shook my head at his obvious playful mood.
“As for sharing a bed, it’s my bed, sweetheart.” I looked around the room, and seemingly taking it in for the first time now I was sober. I looked up to see the beautiful mosaic masterpiece on the domed ceiling, making me wonder what I had said about this room last night.
It looked like some King’s bedchamber, making you ask yourself what era of history you had woken up in. With its archways of mixed blocks of sandstone and rose coloured marble, framed with even more mosaic tiles in its carved alcoves. Even the floor of pale stone framing the centre square of rose/orange marble, made the room warm and tranquil. And like the rest of the suite, it was adorned with chunky wooden furniture, with the bed being no exception. The headboard was a ladder of thick twisted spindles that matched the two larger ones at the end of the bed. White sheets and a plush wine-red comforter that now lay crumpled at the foot of the bed and half draped over the bench seat at the bottom.
But his comment about it being his bed made me point out,
“Ah, so what you’re saying is the extent of your gentlemanly ways is limited to opening doors and passing menus?” I asked after propping my head up on my hand with my elbow to the bed. He smirked and said,
“Do I look like the type of guy to sleep on a fucking couch…especially with such a temptation in my bed?” I tried not to blush again or bite my fingertips, instead giving him my sass,
“I don’t know, Lucius, you’re not the type of guy to drink wine and you’re not the type of guy to sleep on the couch…”
“And your point is exactly?”
“Just peeling back the layers, handsome,” I said with a shrug.
“Well, whilst you’re peeling, then you should know that I am also the type of guy who puts his woman to bed when she drinks too much and passes out, instead of the way I had intended her to pass out. I am also the type of guy who hides that temptation and doesn’t take advantage of the beauty at my fingertips.” I released a shuddered breath I tried to hide, as his words hit their mark as intended.
“And just how did you intend for it to go?” I was almost too scared to ask,
“If you have to ask me that question, then I believe a history lesson will be in order.” Another shudder later and I was backtracking.
“You know what, I think the answer just came to me, so I’m good.” I practically squeaked out the answer making him smirk. Then I reached for the water, opened the cap, and said,
“Well, lucky for you, looking after drunken girls seemed to be your forte, and takes precedence over your less than gentlemanly ways…t-shirt or not.” At this I started to drink the water, which ended in a high-pitched shout of horror the second after he said,
“Is that so…um, time for another lesson then.” After this he grabbed me and just as he was quickly shifting me beneath him, the open bottle of water went everywhere. Splashing his face but mainly it went over me and ended up soaking the front of my white t shirt. One that quickly started to turn see-through.
“Lucius!” I called his name and then to prove how little he cared, he shook his head at me, making the water from his hair drip over me as he laughed. Then he grabbed the bottle and tossed it to the side, before running a hand through his now damp hair, pushing it back so that the longer parts weren’t in his face. Gods, but the sight was one that would certainly feature in my fantasies…that was if I could ever get my fingers back up to the task of helping a girl out in sexual frustration!
But then my breath caught in my throat the second he started to scan down the front of my body. My pounding chest making my breasts rise and fall under the wet cotton, and well, his grin said it all even when his words followed,
“I must say, sugar, I am enjoying the view…immensely.” The way he said this last word was like a promise of what was to come and the way my nipples were now straining up against the wet material…well, I would say that the traitorous bitches were responding.
“Lucius.” His name slipped out on a moan the second the back of his fingers skimmed across one taut nipple. But at the breathy sound of his name escaping my lips was when his restraint snapped. His lips were suddenly on me, his weight pressing me into the bed, and I found myself arching up to meet him. Then I felt the material on my top get tight as he quickly had it bunched in his hand at my back. It became so tight across my breasts that the wet material felt like it had become a second layer of skin, one he was very interested in exploring. I knew this the moment he left my lips and dipped his head down so he could take a wet nipple into his eager mouth. Doing so straight through the material and making me cry out at the intense pleasure that zapped through me like some sexual bolt of lightning!
“Gods,” I muttered on a sigh and his lips spread into a knowing grin around my nipple before he started biting it and this time I cried out,
“Fuck!”
Now this made him chuckle before telling me above my flesh,
“That’s better.” Then he went back to it, driving me wild. And just as I felt myself getting lost in the feel of it all, something kept nagging at me. Something I wanted to ignore, knowing how desperate I had been for him. But as I felt his hand skimming down my belly, letting me know where his destination was, this was when it really started to scream at me. The fucking doubts! Which was why, in the end, it was my own words that woke me up from this dangerous fantasy,
“Gods, that feels so good…so good…Lucius wait!” I shouted at the same time shackling his wrist and stopping him from going any further. This was because a memory of last night finally made it through and now wouldn’t leave me. It was one of the things I had asked him in my drunken mind,
“Why is it called a goodbye, when there was nothing good about it?” I repeated the question as it came to me and his head rose slowly from my breast. One look at my face was all it took for him to know the problem. As he too remembered the reasons I had even asked this of him last night.
We had our goodbyes and they had hurt…they had near fucking destroyed me!
“And there she goes again,” he muttered raising himself up from me.
“I can’t do this…I can’t let myself…”
“Ssshh, stop, Amelia,” he said sternly before taking me in his arms and holding the back of my head to his chest, before telling me,
“We are still due that chat you and I, which I will give you as I know you need it….” Then he eased his hold and tugged on my hair a little telling me to look back at him,
“Just as long as you realise that after we do, this…what we have right here…it doesn’t change a thing.” I swallowed hard and forced his name through my lips, intent on telling him I didn’t even know what.
“Lucius, I…” he quickly interrupted me, obviously not taking any chances on what I was about to say.
“I am not going anywhere…End. Of. Discussion.” His firm voice brooked no argument in the matter, so I didn’t even try.
“Now this is what is going to happen, I am going to order us some room service whilst you have a shower.”
“So, I need one then?” I asked on a laugh. He grinned and told me,