Sexy Berkeley (1) (15 page)

"Yes, baby, keep looking," he breathes, his voice raspy.

Watching him, watching me, sends electrifying butterflies flitting, excitedly through my belly.
"Oh god, Daniel!"

"Say
my name again."

"Daniel, harder, please I need you, fuck me harder, Daniel!" It's fast approaching, the waves rising quickly, every thrust building the pressure higher, and I'm about to explode around him.

"Bea, I don't want to fuck you," he says, thrusting again.
WHAT?

I frown. "Wh-what?"

"It's more, Bea," he says with another hard thrust, his eyes burning into my soul.

"Mmm, yes, like that, it's so good, Daniel... I, I don't know what you want me to say... oh, yes..."

"I want you... baby."

"I want you too."

He kisses me and there's a look of fear, fear and pleasure at the same time.
What is it?
"No, uh," he groans, frustration and pleasure combined, "no, Bea, I want you... I want..."

The waves build so fast, it's so good, I'm on the brink. "Daniel, Daniel, please...what do you want?" I cry out, desperately, as my toes start to curl under and the sparks begin to fly, he picks up the pace again and oh god, I'm ready. "Oh god, Daniel, tell me!"

"Oh, baby..."

"Uh huh, Daniel... I'm... it's..."

"I... I want to make love to you, baby..." he whispers, pained, closing his eyes and leaning in to rest his lips against my neck.

Suddenly filled with emotion, I whisper, breathlessly, "Daniel, make love to me, please." Tears spring to my eyes as I let go.

"Oh, baby, yes..." Daniel thrusts hard, as we both come together, it's so intense, so strong and it doesn't stop.

"Oh god, Daniel."

He tightens his hold on me, as if he knows my bones are turning to jelly. "Bea..."

As the waves diminish, the jitters take over, my insides convulsing in the aftershock of yet another remarkable orgasm. I drop my face onto his shoulder, trying to suppress the tears, and Daniel slowly slinks to the floor, taking me with him. He leans back, forcing me to lift my head and he grasps my chin with his fingers.
"Baby? Are you ok?"

I smile and nod.
 

"Are you crying?"

I shake my head and look down, realising that I can't hide it, and reluctantly nod.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to upset you before," he whispers, his voice laced with concern.
 

"No, Daniel, it's not that. It was just, you know, the whole... 'make love' thing..."

"I'm Sorry. I, well I..."

"No, it's ok, it just brings home what we're never going to have, you know?"

Daniel nods and pulls me close to him again. I rest my head on his shoulder and revel in his warmth.

After a minute or so, we're both disturbed by a knock on the kitchen door. I practically jump out of my skin.

"Hey!! Are you two still alive in there or have you fucked each other to death?"

My eyes widen in horror. It's Tilly. "Oh dear god!" I whisper, heat rises up my face.

Daniel bites his lip and grins.

I swat his leg. "It's not funny!" I whisper again.

"Uh, oh," Tilly shouts, "Luke, I think they're dead..."

Then Luke's voice! "Damn, that must have been some fantastic sex."

"Sounded like it!"
Mortified.
I put my head in my hands and wish I could shrivel up into a ball. Daniel is still silently laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" I scold, "I'm mortified!" I wriggle out of his hold and scramble to get my clothes together. Holding up my bikini I try to figure out how I put it all back together. "Oh fuck it!" I shout, "how the hell am I supposed to put this fucking thing back on?" I fiddle with the ties and Daniel stands.

"Baby, calm down. Stop worrying, you actually saw them at it the other day, they only heard us."

"Yes, but I walked in their room, they didn't exactly have a choice. I just had sex in the fucking kitchen in someone else's house, and let everyone know about it!"

He laughs again. "Come on, calm down, it's fine."

I hear Tilly speaking through the door for our benefit again. "Oh, it's ok, they're alive, I can hear Bea stressing about having loud sex in the kitchen."

"Oh fuck off, Tilly," I shout. I'm so mortified, and pissed off that she's making it worse.

It goes quiet and Daniel starts to put his clothes on.
"Bea, don't worry about it, don't get pissed, she's only having a little fun with us." He rubs his hands up and down my arms and I frown and pout. I know he's right and I shouldn't have snapped.

I look up at him through my lashes. "Please can you help me get dressed?"

He grins, "Of course, baby." 

Just as Daniel tries to fix the knot on the side of my bikini, the door opens ever so slightly and he jumps in front of me to cover me. My silk dressing gown slips through the gap, hanging from Tilly's finger. I take it, gratefully.
  "Thank you, love, I'm sorry," I say through the gap.

"Don't worry, sorry for taking the piss. Love you."

"Love you too, Til."

The door closes and I turn to Daniel who is smiling sweetly at me. He takes the gown and ho
lds it out for me to slip into. "Thank you, Daniel. Sorry for being an idiot."

"You're perfect," he says, kissing my forehead and holding me tightly, "I'm the idiot."

Tilly and Luke kindly sit outside so that we can emerge from the kitchen without much more embarrassment. Daniel joins the two of them while I change into a pair of black silky pyjama bottoms and a black crop top before heading back to the kitchen to start dinner.

I put the water on to boil and start to prepare the puttanesca sauce whilst listening to Christina Aguilera singing 'Candyman' on my iPhone. Daniel walks in and stands behind me, wrapping his hands around my waist, grinding his hips into me in time to the music.
 The man's got rhythm!

"Y
ou look hot in this, baby. What can I do?" he asks, gesturing towards the chopping board in front of me.

"Nothing, there's very little to do, I'm just going to put the pasta in and finish the sauce."

"Can I chop the onion?"

"Nope, done that."

"I'll kick back and watch you then," he says, smiling as he sits on the adjacent counter top to talk to me while I cook. 

An hour later, the four of us are sitting around the table, empty plates in front of us, drinking wine and chatting freely. I really like Luke, and in any other circumstance, I'd say he and Tilly were perfectly suited for a relationship. They look so good together, and they're constantly smiling and flirting with each other, how can she not be falling for him? She looks like she is, but when I talk to her, she's so blasé, stressing that they're 'fuck buddies' and nothing else. I don't understand it.

As relaxing and enjoyable as tonight is, I can't help but want to be alone with Daniel. Every time I look at him, I want to curl up on his lap or wrap my arms around him and kiss him... or strip him naked, throw him on the sofa and shag him rotten. He looks so handsome sitting back in his chair, talking and laughing, and for tonight only, he's all mine. So I want him to myself.

I stand to clear the plates, Daniel and Luke deep in conversation about some golfing matter. Tilly joins me, bringing some of the crockery into the kitchen.
"Are you ok, Bea? You seem quiet?"

"Yes, I'm fine, Tilly, it's just been a funny old day, that's all."

"Are you pissed off with me? I'm sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to upset you."

"No, don't worry about that, I'm sorry, I was feeling a bit sensitive. I was embarrassed though!"

"Oh god, don't be! I'm sure I must have heard you having sex before when we lived together. I know I've heard Clare at home!"

"Yeah, I've heard Clare, too!"

"Is Daniel staying?"

"Yes, do you mind?"

"No, I don't mind at all, does it bother you being in the lounge? I doubt we'll need to come in, I'll take a drink to bed with me so we don't need the kitchen, and we have our own access to the bathroom."

"Great, just don't walk in without knocking." I laugh.

"I think me and Luke might go for a swim now," she grins.

"Oh, right, a
swim
. What about Gemma? Aren't they here?"

"No, Gemma and Jay are at a dinner party and Jack's at his grandma's. They won't be home for hours."

"Oh, ok. Well at least
they
didn't hear me having sex!" I say with a grin.

~~~~~~~

Daniel and I lay on the sofa together, talking, while Tilly and Luke have a 'swim'. He runs his fingers up and down my back as we talk about my new apartment.

"So... what floor is it on?" he asks.

"The first floor."

"How many floors are there?"

"I'm not sure, four, I think. Maybe five..."

"And... how many bedrooms are there?"

"Two."

"I'd love to see it, see your home."

"Well, it hasn't been my home for long, but I love it."

"So, you literally moved in the day before you came away?"

"Yep, I have owned it for a short while, but have spent the evenings, after work, decorating and putting furniture up. I didn't want to move in until it was completely finished, so I stayed at my parents until then. It was all finished on Thursday, so the girls came over for a house-warming. That's when we booked my flight."

He looks at me, surprised. "So you hadn't even booked your flight? It wasn't planned?"

"Nope. I was supposed to be at work on Friday but we all got a bit tipsy... a lot tipsy. We were talking about Tilly's trip away and I said how lucky she was, then the next thing I know, it was all arranged! I wasn't going to come but they practically forced me into it."

"Lucky for me that they did!"

"Yep and me, or it might be Tilly laying on top of you right now." I do not like that thought. I don't like the thought of any girl being close Daniel.

"Tilly's cute, in fact, she's very attractive, but nothing would have happened there. She's not my type."

I take this opportunity to ask something that has had me wondering, from the moment we met.

"Daniel, when you held my hand, on the plane, were you trying to get into my knickers, or were you genuinely comforting me?" I ask with a smile.

"Beatrice, you don't have a great opinion of me, do you?"

I giggle and kiss his nose. "I have a very high opinion of you, Sexy Berkeley, but at that time, you didn't know me."

"As much as I'd have loved to have gotten into your '
knickers
', I was genuinely trying to comfort you. I had some naughty thoughts at the time, you have quite a tight grip," he winks, "but I wasn't doing it to get into your panties."

"I wanted you in my '
panties
'." I offer him a salacious grin and he lays a gentle kiss on my lips.

"I'm looking forward to getting into them later."

"Me too," I say, softly. "Daniel..."

"Yes, baby?"

"I'm glad you came back." I rest my head on his chest and snake my arms around him to squeeze him.

"Me too. I'm sorry, baby, I was a total ass."

"Yes, you were. But it's ok, I forgive you."

"You're so sweet," he says, kissing my hair. I nuzzle into his chest and inhale his lovely scent.
 

"I've had a wonderful few days. I'm going to miss you."

"Me too, Bea. More than you know," he sighs.

We lay in silence for a few minutes. I'm savouring every moment of being so close to him, laying on his perfect, glorious body, smelling him, feeling his heart beating. He leans over to the coffee table, taking me with him, to pick up his wine glass. I lean up on his chest and grab mine too.

"Here, I'll sit up, baby." He sits up in the corner of the sofa and opens his legs for me to sit in between them. "I've got a question for you," he says, breaking the brief somber mood of a moment ago.

"What do you wear to work? Do you have uniforms?"

I smile at the random question. "Actually yes." I like that he's taking an interest in Bear’s. "Clare and I decided that we wanted uniforms. We have logo'd, fitted t-shirts and aprons in different pastel colours, to match the interior of the shop. We tend to wear a different colour apron, to t-shirt, every day, so for example, on a Monday, I might wear my pink t-shirt with a yellow apron and Clare might wear her yellow t-shirt with a blue apron. You see?"

"I do, sounds great. I bet you all look very smart and coordinated."

"As smart as you can look baking cakes and getting covered in chocolate and icing all day."

"I'd like you to bake me a cake... and to get you covered in chocolate again."