The First Touch (Templer Series) (13 page)

“You see, everyone knows him as a
playe
r, and he is. But he’s also kind, generous and very family oriented. So the three of us set about creating this space for dad. And every year, on that day, we come up and toast his memory. I often come up here if I need quiet time or just to think. And I want to make love to you now, in this bed. No-one has ever slept in it, lay in it even, so I want to christen it with you……the woman who dragged me kicking and screaming into a relationship. Call me crazy, but I think somewhere up there, dad would approve.”

“Oh, Drew” I feel a tear, and let it fall.

He thumbs the single tear away and starts to plant light kisses along the tear line, across my face, finding my mouth. His warm tongue strokes my bottom lip, before he begins to nibble it so softly it causes an exquisite shudder down my spine. I feel warmth start to rise in my sex. I love the feel of his touch so much. No-one before him has made my body react the way his touch can. I moan out my pleasure.

He trails soft feathery kisses down my neck, collar bone and further to my breasts before beginning to circle his tongue around each nipple. I arch automatically to the sensation. He suckles each nipple, repeats to circle with his tongue, before gently biting, and suckling again. I arch and groan out loud.
More kisses now, down across my ribcage, intervening with long, slow licks. I can feel the ache build in my sex, arousal fluids beginning to flush the folds.

He continues to trail kisses and licking down past my pubic area and onto my inner thighs, ignoring my sex. I arch again, wanting in there…. needing his tongue on my sex.
Rolling his tongue licking me down past my thighs and into my inner knees. I never knew that the space behind the knee can be so sensual but it is delicious and again I shudder a moan. After what feels like forever, he licks his way to my sex. I’m aching so much now, one circle of my clit will send me over the edge. I’m arching and groaning, desperate for his tongue, aching for release.

He plunges his tongue straight into my folds and buck in response.

“Drew….make me come….. take me there…” I cry, arching against him, riding his tongue. He groans his own pleasure, the sound so erotic making me pant with anticipation.

Again, plunging into my folds with his tongue, in, out, in, out, letting me ride him. He releases, beginning circles of eight around my clit. The tightness
and pull of imminent orgasm is almost unbearable, pain and pleasure combined. He quickens the pace of his circling before taking it whole in his mouth, sucking hard, taking me there….taking me over the edge.

“Yes, Drew…..yes!” I arch and shudder out the release.

He slides up the bed, turning me and pulling me into him, spooning. Lifting my thigh only slightly, he plunges his divine cock straight into my still quivering sex, rocking backwards and forwards ever so slowly. Reaching around, he cups my sodden sex, his finger lightly tapping, not circling on my clit, gentle bites on the nape of my neck. I buck and arch again pushing my buttocks against him, needing him deeper. I can feel the tightness building again. The sounds of his gentle groans in my ear of his own pleasure taking me there, up the edge again.

“Come again for me baby. I love to hear you come” He breathes out a
groan in my ear.

He’s quickening the pace now with his cock, thrusting deeper, up, up
, still tapping on my clit. The tightening is intense, feeling me squeezing hard against his cock.

“Oh, fuck….you’re so tight and wet……I love being inside you!” He growls out a groan. “I’m going to explode inside you in any second.”

He’s pounding my pussy now, my ass slapping against him. He’s groaning and panting, in, out, in, out, hot against my neck. He takes my clit between his thumb and fore finger and gently squeezes….and I’m gone.

“Yes, fuck….yes! I love your cock inside me….
I’m coming….coming on your cock!” I cry out, shattering and flooding around him.

“Fuck, baby, fuck! I’m there….say
that again, FUCK! SAY THAT AGAIN!”

“I’m coming on your cock!” I scream at him.

And he’s there, over the edge in the abyss….shuddering his release, thrusting and convulsing….his back and head arched back, emptying himself into me.

We lie there together, wrapped around each other, neither of wanting to break the connection. Our breathing has returned to its normal ebb and flow but still we don’t release our tight hold of one another. I feel myself drifting into a blissful sleep, the sea blowing its calming breeze across my body. I watch the muslin curtains rise and fall, rise and fall, my eyelids getting heavier and heavier. And soon, blissful sleep comes.

“Baby….wake up baby. I have a breakfast tray for you” I feel the weight of something beside me and pull my sleepy eyes open.

“Did I fall asleep?” I’m so groggy, almost disoriented.

“Sleep?” I feel his chuckle rumble in my ear as he leans in to kiss me. “More like comatose, baby. And snore….I had to go down to the beach and apologise to the holidaymakers….they thought it was thunder coming!” He’s laughing and tickling my ribs.

“I don’t snore!” I feel a pout coming on.

“Is this the part in the relationship where I blatantly lie, baby, to save your grace?” He’s laughing and teasing me now.

“Yes! It is. Tell me I don’t snore!” I slap at his arm, full on pout now.

“You don’t snore, baby….” He raises a wicked eyebrow at me. “Changing the subject from your snoring…….I haven’t even
mentioned
your drooling…..you have a letter arrived this morning in the post.”

“I have mail? How could I have mail here?”

“It’s post marked from my solicitor. So I guess we know what it is”

The injunction against Simon.
It’s been four days since I heard from him, and in my love bubble, I had almost wiped him from my memory. And like a thunder bolt, reality hits me. My mood takes a nose dive.

“Hey, what’s wrong? It’s what you wanted, isn’t it? You’re not regretting it now, are you?” Drew’s face etched with concern.

“No, I don’t regret it. Not for a minute.” I’m playing with my hands in my lap.

“Then why the long face, baby? “

“Because that means back to reality. Work, the cottage, and back to my own bed…..there, I’ve said it. I’ve been in a bubble for days and now it has burst”

“Oh, baby. It’s not burst. Just got wider, that’s all. We’ll sort it out. I can’t keep my hands off you for too long….don’t you see? We’ll spend nights here, and we’ll spend nights at your place……that’s what you want, isn’t it? And we’ll go on dates….and can’t wait to see each….”

I hear his words and shake my head at him…but out of wonder, not disagreement. He cocks his head to the side, questioning why I am shaking my head, instead of nodding. I smile wide at him.

“I thought you were meant to be new to this relationship stuff….I’m meant to be teaching you……so how are you doing and saying everything so damn right!”

Chapter Seventeen

Drew was right, of course. We extended our little love bubble to include my cottage. It’s been three weeks now since I returned here and we see each other every night, either here or at his place. Apart from two separate nights where work kept us apart.

My work schedule has increased tenfold, and as I’m self- employed, I can’t afford to turn down the engagements. So we accept that there will be more nights ahead spent apart, making the most of those we do spend together. I had to break the news to him that I would have to leave his special event early for an unusually early morning appointment the next day. For whatever reason, which was not explained to me at the time of the booking, I have to meet a new potential client (early stages of a new charity wanting major exposure) at eight o’clock of the morning following Drew’s latest completed project – a major new Hotel Complex in Surrey. It is the Grand Opening, with all the Templer family together, including myself and Mia, as special guests. I am excited to be meeting Amber, Drew’s sister, for the first time.

We are staying at the Hotel on the night, an entire floor of penthouse suites reserved in our honour. In the morning it
was
planned that we would all have an early swim in the pool to revive us after undoubtedly too much champagne then eat breakfast together but now I will be missing from the breakfast party. Drew is disappointed, I know, but each new appointment could bring a wealth of new contracts.

Mia, of course
, keeps asking if I am alright about this forthcoming weekend. You see, this Saturday coming would have been my Wedding Day, and I should have been marrying Simon. The wedding itself was planned as a small, personal service, much to Simon’s disappointment, followed by a honeymoon in a secluded lodge, Craigmere, just outside Edinburgh. So every time she asks, which is almost daily at the moment, I have to reassure her that I am totally fine. And honestly, I am. I even surprised myself that I have not shed a tear for this coming Saturday. Simon is now firmly in my history.

Drew has been especially kind and understanding to tell me that he w
ill understand if I feel emotional on Saturday. I have assured him that the only emotions I will be feeling are pride and joy, for him, at his special event.

So here I am, Thursday, twirling around in front of the full length mirror with a pile of dresses on the bed, trying to decide which is the most suitable for Saturday night.
Mia has lent me two dresses to consider that she acquired from a recent photo-shoot as freebies, and the other was a gift to myself via my credit card. The sound of a male voice makes me jump from my deliberations.

“
Mmm….I like that one” Drew is leaning on the door frame to the entrance of my bedroom, head cocked to the side. “You left your front door open again”

“This is
Barripper, baby. Nothing locks their front door here. You like?” I make another small twirl.

“You look
breathtaking. But, personally, I always prefer you naked.” A raised eyebrow.

“Shall I just turn up naked then? Do you think the other guests would mind?”

“Naked only for me, baby! So is that the one….I’m thinking by the pile on the bed….maybe not, huh?”

“Oh, I’ve no idea….I keep changing my mind!” I give him a frustrated pout.

“I’m slowly learning that! This relationship stuff is complicated. And then I suppose you have to decide on shoes and handbags and accessories yet? We could be here all night….” He’s openly laughing now, teasing me.

“Quit with the mouth and get your cute butt over here for a kiss,
Templer!”

In two long strides he has me enveloped in his arms raining kisses across my face. And once again, just the smell and taste of him and I want him. A small groan parts my lips. “Take me to bed,
Templer”

The new Hotel completed by
Templer Industries is magnificent. The 18-storey building includes 350 bedrooms and suites with public areas including a gallery space, art-house cinema, spa and restaurant on the double height top floor. The cylindrical shape of the bronze-coloured building (which has four floors below ground) has drawn comparisons to a waste paper basket. But the design has been drawn up with its environment in mind. The punched aluminium outer skin, for example, is inspired by punch cards that were used to programme old industrial power looms - drawing on the textile heritage of this area in Shoreditch. The planning permission was personally backed by the Mayor of London.

Amber, Mia and I are sat watching Drew and Jake ‘work the room’. The opening event has been an outstanding success with both relief and delight radiating off the two men.
We, on the other hand, are giving our feet a rest from the ridiculously high heels.

Amber and I are literally glowing with pride.
We have bonded instantly, with her throwing her arms around me in a tight hug the moment we were introduced. She has the jet black hair of her brothers with brown eyes, tall and elegant. She has spent the last half hour excitedly discussing her latest sculpture while also in awe of Mia. Amber is supplementing her income until she has established her own artistic commissions with part time modelling. Like Mia, she is utterly beautiful and fiercely independent.

Another hour passes by, and the event is drawing to its natural close. Drew has given a commanding speech in which he pays particular attention to thank all those involved in the design, planning and building of the project. He
closes by asking Jake to join him on the platform, while they ask Boris Johnson to cut the ribbon, declaring the Hotel officially open. I think my heart will combust with love and pride as I join in the clapping and cheers.

“Oh, that feels good. Could you be any more perfect?” I groan out the words. Drew is c
rossed legged on our circular bed in the penthouse suite rubbing my aching feet.

“Just doing my job, ma’am!
But, of course, there are aching parts of me that will need massaging by you in a minute” He grins, and cocks his head.

“Oh really?
I can’t think where….you might need to show me” I fake puzzlement.

He slowly, seductively, unzips his fly and draws out his cock. “This aches really, really badly”