Her Heart's Desire (10 page)

It looked amazing, and she could barely believe it was in such fantastic condition. She knew it had been built over a thousand years ago, yet it had been preserved and reconstructed over centuries and remained perfect in every detail. They passed Tower Bridge with its blue trim and high walkways across the top, she stared in awe and made a mental note to return and have a look inside.

‘Meets your approval, I hope.’ James smiled at her.

‘Oh, yes, it’s fabulous.’ Marisa felt giddy with joy. She was beyond excited.

‘I sometimes forget how wonderful London truly is,’ James said as he gazed out of the window.

The taxi pulled up in front of Shad Thames, a narrow cobbled street leading to the river lined on either side by stylish warehouse conversions.

James explained that years ago the warehouses were the riverside hub of London, where the traders stored their wares and traded from barges along the Thames. Now they were city crash pads for the wealthy financiers of London. Marisa thought it was gorgeous, and she marvelled at the history. She longed to know more.

James paid the cab, and they walked along the cobbles. A mist came off the river, and Marisa shivered. It was a little bit creepy, and it put her in mind of the old Jack the Ripper movies. She moved closer to James and wished she could feel his protective arm around her.

She clip-clopped awkwardly beside him. Her heels were totally unsuitable for the slippery path. She was glad they didn’t have far to go.

‘Those heels are no match for the cobbles, I’m afraid,’ he said.

‘No, they aren’t at all.’ Marisa hobbled alongside him, anxious to keep up. He offered her his arm.

’Here, grab hold. I wouldn’t want to be responsible for you falling.’

Marisa took hold and held on tight. She leaned into him, revelling in his closeness.
It’s too late
,
I’ve already fallen
.

They soon reached Pont De La Tour, an elegant French restaurant beside the river. Marisa recognized it from the many magazines she had read about England. It was one of London’s best restaurants, favored by the ‘in crowd.’ She wondered if they would see anyone famous.

James held the door open for her, and they were instantly approached by the maître d’. He seated them in a discreet corner facing the river, near to a grand piano.

‘Oh, how lovely,’ Marisa said, enthralled by the front view of the Tower of London as it stood majestic, brightly lit up on the banks of the Thames.

‘It’s quite spectacular from here, isn’t it?’ James said.

‘Oh yes, it’s just fabulous, thank you so much for bringing me.’

Marisa wanted to kiss him, she was so happy. She looked around the restaurant. The place had a wonderful ambience, cozy and expensive with impeccably dressed tables, covered with crisp white linen cloths and silver cutlery. Candlelight flickered in the low lit room, and the reflections danced on the river, shimmering through the floor to ceiling windows.

She felt giddy with excitement to be there with him. She gazed at his handsome face and blushed when he met her eyes. She could hardly believe it, what an absolutely perfect evening it was. She felt like pinching herself to check it was all real.

He ordered a bottle of their finest red wine to go with the meal, and they made their choices, opting to dismiss a starter in favor of a pudding, as James called it, which she found very cute.

They chatted as they enjoyed their meal. The food was delicious and the wine exquisite. Marisa felt the alcohol go quickly go to her head; she began to relax and flirt a little, teasing him about other English words that made her laugh.

‘What about
motorway
.’ She exaggerated the two syllables.

‘Ahh, you are making fun of me, Miss Lowell, I think,’ he said, grinning sexily, making her melt.

‘Yes, I am just a little bit, sorry. I just find your accent so wonderful, and everything’s so new to me. England, the words, the customs, everything, I have a lot to learn, but I also find it very appealing.’

‘I’m pleased to hear that.’ James took a moment, pausing before he continued, ‘And what about me, Miss Lowell, do you also find me very appealing?’

His bluntness took Marisa by surprise, and she was instantly excited. She took a sip of wine to calm her as he gazed at her intently, the attraction undeniable now to both of them.

He reached across the table and touched her hand gently, his fingers stroking hers suggestively as he gazed into her eyes. She responded by curling her fingers playfully around his.

‘What are we doing?’ she whispered, nerves jumping through her body, making every stroke of his fingers send tremors of lust coursing through her.

‘I think you know the answer to that question, Marisa.’

‘I don’t, I don’t know.’ She wanted to hear him say it, voice his intentions, make it clear to her. She couldn’t bear to go into something with him only to find it was just one night of sex.

‘We are falling for each other,’ he said. She felt herself swoon, squeezing his hand.

‘Yes, I believe we are,’ she said quietly, their eyes never faltering from each other’s gaze. Her heart was hammering with lust as he kept stroking her hand, his eyes never leaving hers.

‘I think it’s time we got to know each other a little better. Come on, let’s get out of here.’ He signalled for the waiter and paid the bill, helping her into her coat. He took her hand and led her out of the restaurant into the cold London night.

He wrapped her collar up to protect her from the chilly wind blowing in off the river. She smiled and wished he would kiss her hard on the lips and never stop.

‘Righty ho, time to get you home and tuck you into bed, I think!’ he declared with a wink as he grabbed her hand again and strode purposefully ahead, making her skip a little to keep up with him.

‘Oh.’ She giggled. ‘Are you sure that‘s
all
you want to do?’

He smiled and stopped, looking intently at her as he hooked a strand of long silky hair in his elegant finger and tucked it behind her ear.

She shivered at his slight touch, aching to feel his kiss. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he cupped her face gently in his strong elegant hands and kissed her.

She felt breathless and dizzy with lust, overcome with passion as she finally knew how it felt to have him touch her, kiss her,
and desire
her.

He looked into her eyes then fumbled in his jacket pocket. Producing a key, he held it up to her.

‘I have a place here on the Thames; I use it when I’m in town on business.’

‘Let’s go,’ she stated without hesitation, giggling as he took her hand again, and they hurried along the narrow moonlit streets.

Marisa felt as though she were floating on air. Her heels now seemed to dance effortlessly over the cobbles as she held onto him, revelling in the newfound intimacy between them.

James strode purposefully alongside her, practically lifting her off the cobbles as he hurried along.

They stopped outside an expensive-looking building, a warehouse conversion facing the river. Once they were inside the lift climbing to the penthouse, he wasted no time in showing her his true intentions. He took her in his arms and kissed her passionately, pulling her to him with fervor, he covered her face, neck, and mouth with his desire.

Marisa held onto him, weak with lust, and she could feel his hardness pressing into her groin, making her desperate to feel him inside her!

They entered the apartment, and he took her coat, ever the gentleman.

She stared at him, transfixed with longing, as he hung her coat and walked back towards her, his eyes never leaving hers. She could see immediately that he was very aroused, his cock rock hard and clearly defined in his smart chinos.

‘I don’t want to rush you,’ he whispered as he stroked her face and neck, caressing her with his eyes. His hands moved down to her breasts, touching them lightly, making her shudder with delight.

‘I didn’t mean for this to happen so quickly.’ He kissed her softly, barely touching her with his lips, teasing her as his stroking fingers made her nipples poke through the thin fabric of her blouse.

‘I don’t feel rushed. I want this, I want you,’ she whispered, watching him with anticipation, his eyes gazing into hers, mesmerizing her.

‘Then may I show you the bedroom now?’

‘Oh, yes, please,’ she replied. She couldn’t wait to feel him naked next to her. The chemistry between them was electrifying.

She shrieked as he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down gently on the bed then pulled her to him tightly, crushing her to his chest. She could feel his heart thumping against hers, and she moaned as he kissed her neck. His soft lips on her flesh made her wet, and she ached for him. She felt his cock, rigid and urgent, pressing against her thigh, and she longed to touch him. She knew there was no going back. Tonight they would become lovers.

He kissed her and teased her as their tongues entwined, their mouths hungry, anxious to be filled.

She groaned as hands went up under her top, caressing her tits through her lacy bra. The nipples hardened instantly, and she ached for him to touch her everywhere. She writhed, stretching, luxuriating under his exquisite touch as he made his way down her body, kissing her all over with light, tantalizing pecks until he reached her thighs. He continued his seduction by kissing and licking her inner thighs, causing her to spread her legs wide for him.

His tongue snaked around her knickers, and he slipped a finger under the elastic, stroking her gently, and she was instantly wet beneath his touch.

‘Oh, God,’ she moaned as she grasped his hair in her fingers and tugged his head down.

‘Patience,’ he teased, as he took her hands and held them above her head, holding them there momentarily. Her heart raced as she struggled for breath. Never had she known such excitement. She was so turned on she felt she might pass out.

He continued making a trail with his tongue all around the sensitive flesh exposed at the tops of her thighs, nudging and edging around her panties before finally dragging his tongue across the silky fabric covering her pussy. She gasped in ecstasy as he groaned and hooked the panties down with his fingers.

He licked at her gently, teasing her clit before burrowing his tongue deep inside her, driving her crazy with the tremors of pleasure he was causing within her. She put her legs around his shoulders for leverage and cried out as he allowed his probing tongue to flutter all over her most secret places, driving her wild with lust!

He continued licking her deeply, long deliberate strokes of his tongue caressed her as he slipped a long, slim finger inside her. She cried out as he worked his finger slowly in and out of her tight opening. She was breathing rapidly, short, shallow gasps of pleasure as he played with her, delighting her with his expert touch.

‘You taste delicious,’ he murmured as he continued working his tongue over her pussy.

‘Oh, God!’ Marisa gasped, lost in ecstasy.

* * * *

James relished the effect he was having on her. She was very responsive, and he couldn’t believe how hot and wet she was. It turned him on incredibly; she was so sexy, he was delirious with lust for her. He wanted to kiss, touch, and caress every part of her. Never before had he desired a woman so much.

He continued to tease her gently, bringing her close to orgasm as his tongue tickled all over her pussy. He increased the speed of his fingers, and she came hard, crying out in ecstasy, making him crazy with desire!

He unzipped his pants and paused only to reach into the bedside table drawer and expertly roll a condom on. She lifted her legs and hooked them around his waist as he nudged the head of his magnificent cock at her tight entrance. She felt utterly consumed with desire as his cock pushed inside gently, stretching her as she opened up to accommodate him. He captured her, and his cock controlled her as he devoured her like a hungry animal, groaning and thrusting slowly in and out.

‘You feel amazing,’ he gasped as she wrapped her legs tightly around him, drawing him in deeper.

‘I want all of you,’ she said, staring into his eyes.

He drove deeper, giving her his full length as she cried out in pleasure and tangled her hands in his hair, pulling his head down to hers, kissing him wildly. He felt his orgasm building as the pleasure intensified, and he held her tightly, his lips feeding from hers.

‘I’m coming,’ he told her. Months of pent-up longing and desire were released in the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced.

James was lost. He had never experienced anything like it. She was a thunderstorm, a bolt of lightning hitting him hard, striking him down, and he was lost. He was hers, totally and utterly hers.

He collapsed into her, shuddering, utterly spent. Afterward, they lay in each other’s arms, exhausted and resplendent, basking in the warm afterglow of their lovemaking.

‘Well, things are certainly going to change around Highcroft now,’ he said, as his fingers played in her hair.

‘Ooh, does that mean I’m going to get a promotion for doing the boss!’ Marisa joked, looking up at him as she lay tucked into his chest. She could hear his heart beating, and it sounded like home.