Sexy Berkeley (1) (33 page)

My tea pre-occupied me for all of four minutes, but as nothing other than sleep can stop me crying, I think I'll try and get a little more. The last thing I need, on top of this miserable, dull ache, is hideous jet lag.

I curl back up in the surprisingly comfortable bed, hug Daniel's jumper close to my chest and play with the pendants on my necklace. I let my mind wander to the first time Daniel and I met, on an aircraft the same as this. His beautifully handsome face took my breath away.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

MONDAY 24TH SEPTEMBER

"Oh Daniel, mmm..." I moan as Daniel tenderly kisses my neck, his hands caressing my breasts, his fingertips lightly squeezing my hardened nipples. Papers underneath me rustle as we move together, writhing in anticipation.

"Oh, baby, I love you so much," he says, as he eases himself into me, exquisitely slowly. He sweeps a pencil pot and some papers off the desk as he leans down to press his lips against mine.

"We need to pick up the pencils," I mumble, breathlessly against his lips as he thrusts into me, forcefully. It feels so good... but the pencils...

"It's ok, baby, let me make love to you."

"No, pencils first..."

"Shh, baby," he says as he rolls onto his back, taking me with him. The soft, white bed sheets below my knees are satin. I could have sworn we were on his desk, must be one of those desks that doubles as a bed. I ride him slowly, it's incredible, he's so deep and hard and with every rock I can feel myself getting closer and closer. I look down to find Daniel's beautiful eyes, but I can't see them, his face, a blur. I blink a few times to clear my vision but I still can't see him.

"Daniel, I can't see you, I need to see you."

"I'm right here baby," he says as he clamps his big, warm hands on my waist and rocks me faster, back and forth against him.

I can feel him, I can smell him, but I can't see his darling face. I know, somehow, that if I pick up the pencils, I will be able to see him again.

"Daniel, I need to... oh yes..." I'm getting closer, the waves inside building stronger and stronger. "Oh, god, it's so good! I need to see your face!" I cry, desperately.

"Baby, look at me," he shouts, letting go of my waist to clutch my face and, suddenly, he comes into view. His delicious mouth, his unbelievable turquoise eyes, his chiseled jaw... god, he's so handsome.

"Oh, Daniel! Oh I love you so much, oh yes... oh..."

"Ride me, love me, baby, oh god, yes... yes!" Daniel shouts loudly as he comes hard and fast inside me and I immediately detonate around him silently, it's so strong and goes on and on and on. I look into his piercing eyes and he smiles at me, gorgeously. "I've got my beautiful girl. I love you."

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"The pencils!" I shout loudly, waking myself with a jolt, the pulsating orgasm ripping through my body.
Oh, wow....holy fuck.
Hang on... am I... did I just...?
I frown and rub my eyes, remembering clearly, the very odd but very pleasant dream I was having.
I have definitely just come, I still feel the aftershocks.
Christ, I hope I didn't make any noises.

Daniel's beautiful smile is the clearest part of the dream. I smile, thinking how he'd love to know, that not only did I dream about him, as he asked, but I had an orgasm doing so. What was with the weird desk-bed? And the pencils? Bizarre.

"Hey, sweetie, did you sleep well?" Tilly's head appears over my seat back.

"Hi, Til. Um... yes I did actually." I smile and frown, such an odd dream. "I had a sex dream and... you know..." I raise my eyebrows and rock my head from side to side by way of explanation.

"Oh my god, did you... you know?"

I nod and giggle and Tilly follows in surprise.

"That's hilarious! On an aeroplane!"

"I know! Shh!"

"I'm going to ask for something to eat, we need to pack up the beds for landing soon, the stewardess just told me."

"Ok, I had no idea I'd been asleep that long."

"Yep, we'll be home very soon." A heavy ache lingers deep in my gut at the reminder of being so far away from Daniel, but the tears don't appear of their own free will this time. I'm making a little progress. I hope.

About an hour and a half later, Tilly and I have disembarked the aircraft, collected our bags and are on our way to the collection point to meet my dad. Neither one of us is particularly loquacious; we're cold, tired and miserable. As we reach the doors, the smell hits me first, a wet, smoggy, mossy smell, surprisingly homely but very depressing at the same time. We're definitely home.

"Bloody hell, it's colder than when we left, isn't it," Tilly says, wrapping her cardigan around her as we look for my Dad's car.

"I was thinking that, but it always seems cold at the airport."

"Yeah, suppose so. Come on Eddy-boy, we're freezing our tits off here," Tilly calls to the row of cars, making me laugh.

"I'd appreciate you not discussing your tits with my dad, Til."
She grins at me as a huge 4x4, almost identical to Luke's, pulls up in front of us and beeps, making us jump.

Oliver jumps out and jogs over to us with a huge smile on his face. "Hey BB! Hi Tils!" he calls out, giving us both a giant hug together.

I can't express how good it is to see my brother, it's such a comfort to have him here. "Oliver, it's so nice to see you, I thought Dad was collecting us?"

"Yeah, something to do with Mum's car having problems so he had to take her somewhere... or something, I don't listen. So, good holiday?"

Tilly and I both smile at him. "It was lovely thanks, Olly, we're sad to be back," Tilly replies.

"You look hot Tils, what's his name?" Oliver jokes and Tilly rolls her eyes at him. He loads our bags into the boot and we all climb in to make our way home. Tilly and I quiet and somber.
"Oh come on girls, why are you both so glum? You've just been to sunny California!"

"Sorry, Oliver, we're just knackered and a little down in the dumps. Thanks for coming to get us. I like the new ride." I offer, realising we must be terrible company.

"Oh no, I know that tone, did you have a holiday romance? Actually, I don't think I want to know."

I giggle. "I'll spare you the gory details, but yes, we both met someone and we didn't want to come home."

"Some
one?
I really hope there were two of them..." he says as his mouth twists with mock disgust, making me laugh again.

"Thankfully, yes. They were best friends. We had such a fantastic time, Oliver, you'd absolutely love LA."

"I bet I would, we should all go sometime, get a few of us together."

"That would be so much fun," I say and look around to Tilly in the back who seems to be on another planet, gazing out of the window into the rain.
"Til? You ok?"

"Hmm? Yes, sorry, were you talking to me?"

"Oliver was just saying it'd be great to get a few of us together and go back to LA."

"Oh, yeah, that would be fun," she says with a half smile, lacking all of her usual enthusiasm. I offer her a sympathetic smile and decide to leave her be. She obviously has other things on her mind. I, however, am glad for the distraction, Oliver isn't taking my mind off Daniel, but he is keeping the agony at bay for a short while. It's great to catch up with him.

"So, been up to anything while I've been gone?" I ask, genuinely interested.

"Not a lot, work as always, got a couple of new big contracts which is good news. We all went out on Saturday night, that was a laugh. I talked to Clare quite a bit, she's missed you guys loads."

"Ah, we've missed her too, I wish she could have come with us."

"Dylan turned up with that girl, what's her name? Lee... Lena?"

"Leah."

"Yeah, Leah; f
ace like a slapped arse. He asked after you, again. You wouldn't get back with that dick-head would you?"

"Oh for
god’s sake, Oliver, how many times? No, I am never getting back with him." This is something I seem to be discussing a lot lately. "Especially not now."

"Not now? Why's that?"

I sigh loudly and shake my head. "Oh never mind, it's a long story." I rub my hand over my forehead, the sadness creeping back.

"Bea? What's going on? Is this about the bloke in LA?"

"Daniel." I nod, "Yeah, he's... oh, never mind, I'll cry and I really don't want to. Can we talk about it another time?"

Oliver frowns at me, knowing something's up. "Ok, but if you want to talk, just call or come over, ok?"

"Yes, thanks Oliver."

"Mum asked me to ask you if you want to go for dinner tonight, I'm going over, she's making that lamb thing."

"Can you tell her thanks but I'm knackered and just need to get some sleep? I'm not really in the mood for talking about the holiday and stuff, I just want to be on my own and go to bed."

"Yeah, no worries, she thought you might say that anyway, after such a long flight."

As we arrive in Watford, I turn to look at Tilly and she's fast asleep in the back. I hope she's ok, I've been so wrapped up in my own sadness that I haven't given Tilly enough thought.

"If Tilly is asleep, I'll drop you back first. Unless you want me to come in for a cuppa?"

"No, it's ok, I've got to sort out my suitcase and washing and all that. Can you make sure she gets in ok?"

"Of course I will."

At home, Oliver puts my suitcase in the lounge for me and gives me a big hug before leaving to take Tilly home. I put the kettle on and lean back against the counter, closing my eyes and taking a long, deep breath, to steady my emotions. When my tea is brewed, I take the toothbrush pot-come-mug to the lounge and sink into my plush sofa with my handbag, and pull out Daniel's jumper. Bringing it to my nose, I inhale long and deep, closing my eyes, imagining he is with me. I pull my iPhone out of my bag and switch it on, curling up, cuddling my Daniel-jumper.

The ache is back with a vengeance and I feel helpless. I'm so lonely but I only want him, I could go to Clare and Tilly's place or my parents house if I wanted company, but it's Daniel that I need.

As a tear runs down my face, my phone chimes. I look at the screen and the butterflies immediately flit with excitement in my belly when I see his name.

~

Daniel 24 Sep 18:03

Hey baby, are you home
yet? I checked online so I know you landed safe and sound. Let me know when you're home. I miss you so much. I Love you. Xxxxx

~

I weep and reply immediately.

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24 Sep 18:05

Hello darling. I'm home now with a nice cup of
tea. Thank you so much for  my beautiful gift, I love it almost as much as I love you. It's so perfect. The card made me cry. I can't tell you how much I miss you, already. Are you at work? Did you sleep well? I slept most of the flight home and you will be pleased to know that I most certainly dreamt of you! I will tell you about it another time, you'll enjoy it! The best bit was the VERY happy ending. It was good ;-). I love you so, so, so much. I can't stop crying. I wish you were here. :-( Xxxxxxxxxxx

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I send the message and re-read his as I walk to my bedroom to get a box of tissues. My bed looks so inviting, I can't wait to crawl into it, but I need to stay awake until after ten so the jet lag doesn't set in.

The strangest thing that I'm noticing, is how horny I am. I have had so much sex over the last week, you think I'd be sated, but I'm feeling depraved already. Looking at my bed, I can picture Daniel laying in it with me, making love to me, relieving this need to have him inside me every five minutes.

The chime of a text message disturbs me from my reverie and I head back to the lounge so I can curl up with my tea and enjoy his reply.

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Daniel 24 Sep 18:12

Hi baby! I wasn't sure if
you were going to reply. You're so welcome for your gift, I'm glad you like it. I didn't sleep too well, I wanted to have you curled up in bed with me. Yes, I am at work, I'm not doing much because my mind is on you 24/7, but I'm here, at my desk, smelling my cupcake :-) I LOVE the sound of your dream, was it a sweet sort of happy ending or a moaning in ecstasy one??? ;-) I wish I was there too or at least that you were here. Please don't cry baby. How's home? I love you. Xxxx

xxxxxxx

~

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24 Sep 18:14

Of course I would reply!
Home is very wet, cold and lonely. My place is lovely though, my mum has left flowers and food so I don't even need to go to the shop. I'm trying not to cry but it's not really working! It's so nice to text you though. Well, the happy ending was definitely a moaning in ecstasy one, in real life! I'm really horny for some reason, I can't stop thinking about you and me in the throes of passion. What I'd give for a bit of that right now... Mmm ;-) You should get back to work, you don't want the bosses on your back ;-) I LOVE YOU TOO. XXX

~

I smile and blow my nose, determined to stop crying for a while. It's so lovely just to be able to communicate with him. I open my suitcase to start sorting out the washing, considering I have some time to kill before bed. I've been dreading going through my clothes because I know when I see the things that Daniel bought me, I'll hurt more. But as I'm feeling a bit jolly for hearing from him, I'll make the most of it and get as much out of the way, as possible.

I put all of my toiletries away in my en-suite and sort all of the dirty washing into the laundry basket, putting one load in the washing machine at the same time. I hang up my beautiful, expensive dress that I wore to the 'W' and place my sparkly Manolo's in centre place amongst my other shoes in the wardrobe.