The One Addicted (29 page)

His eyes are darker and more intense and I sigh. He is a remarkable specimen - his tan now shows off all those sculpted muscles and abs to perfection and his tattoos ahh!!! I lick my lips in longing and as he reaches my body, his hands wasting no time untying my briefs, whilst I just cradle his head in my hands in awe.
 

My bikini top is next and both pieces are placed on the rocks, along with Sebastian’s swim-shorts. Even in the inky seclusion, rays of light filter in through the falls and I’m allowed a clear clear view of his glorious naked body in the glassy water.

“Lean back, baby.”

And I do. His hands are on me, opening me for him and I hear my own cry into the cave as he slips a finger inside of my heat. My legs wrapped around his waist as I kiss his face, his neck and all the while he works me with his fingers, one, two, ahh, three, Jesus! I rub myself against his hand, eager to create friction across my needy clit and just at the moment when I want to scream in frustration, the pad of his thumb finds my swollen nub and presses hard, “Oh, yeah. Oh God, yeah, Seb. Oh, baby.”

At the same time, his hot mouth seeks my nipple and sucks, whilst he continues to circle my clit, his fingers pumping inside of me, it is completely animalistic and fucking amazing and I scream his name into the waterfall, exploding with an orgasm that makes me dizzy with its magnitude.
 

His wet kisses on my wet hair and body, are comforting as I allow myself a moment to catch my breath, but I want to see to my man and I slip off the rock and into the water again, immediately cupping his balls. His eyes never leave me as I leisurely stroke his generous girth and length, watching as it twitches in reaction to my touch - I love this part - having this power.

“Your turn, baby - move back onto the rock.”

He does as I ask, taking a seat that makes his cock, level with my breasts. All the while, his eyes are transfixed and all the while he grows harder. Using his legs to draw me closer, I pull myself towards him and my tits bob against his thighs, his cock nestles intuitively between my cleavage and I smile up at him with my eyes. Not yet.

Savouring this moment of power, I dip to lick a trail from his balls right to his thick crown, then I purposefully look up directly at him and lick anti-clockwise around his tip. His deep groan pulls at the nerves low down in my pelvic floor and I smile in satisfaction.
 

“Fuck, Lu. Yes that’s it, baby.”

I slide him inside my mouth, the other hand gripping him and continue to look up at his eyes, always watching, growing more and more hooded by the second. Rolling my tongue around the flat part of the head that always made him moan when I touched him there, I deep-throat him as much as I can and begin to pump; his cock becoming slippery with my manipulations.

His hands are on my head and as I feel his cock tensing near his climax and I quickly remove him from my mouth, and place his engorged, throbbing length firmly between my breasts. I lift both globes up and push them inwards, wedging him along the channel of my now wet and glistening chest. “Ah, baby - you are a man’s wet dream here.”

I smile, happy to give him just that. He takes me to such heights on a regular basis, awakening me daily and addicting me in the process - the least I can do is return the favour.
 

“I want you to come all over my tits, baby,” I begin to move slowly before pushing them together tighter, slipping my hand at the base of his cock, to really create friction as he pushes into me. One last stroke and he empties himself onto me, spurting hot gushes of pearly semen with each shuddering thrust and I watch his expression change from awe to bliss in seconds, his jaw tensing, head thrown back so his neck is taut. I look down at my chest, and smile, wondering if it’s too soon to mention the obvious in-house joke we often comment upon, to him.

“Almost as good as the Tiffany pearl necklace you gave me.”

“You saucy thing - what did I ever do to deserve you, baby?”

He lifts me under my arms and dips me under the water, washing my chest, and drawing me to him for a deep post-orgasmic kiss.

“Nothing. We are meant to be.”

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too.”

We swim out into the sunlight, having donned our swimsuits once again and I look back towards the waterfall,
our waterfall
; the secretive cave hidden behind the curtain of white - no one would ever have known what we were doing in there and I loved that. It was so illicit and so intimate. Another first for us.

“Check you out. All brave and swimming - no piggy back this time?”

“Nope. You make me brave.”

“Works both ways, baby. Come, let’s grab something to eat.. And then we’ll have a siesta.” His wink tells me that his idea of a siesta has nothing to do with sleep and everything to do with sex and I roll my eyes.

“Insatiable.”

We make our way up the bank, and up the path to our picnic area and he points to his groin with a shrug, where his swim shorts were tenting - again!

“I forgot to mention, QuickSilver had another meaning - quick to reload but I’ve not been like this since I was in my twenties and never because of a woman, purely down to hormones.” His laugh is brief as he goes to pour us a drink.

Oh. My. God! If I wasn’t careful I’d be going home with
honeymoonistis
and I make a mental note to ask Mohammed the Butler for a gallon of cranberry juice when we get back to the villa.
 

I repeat to myself inwardly - Sebastian Silver is insatiable - not that I’m complaining. I’m just thrilled that he’s admitted that this is purely down to me.
I
know that QuickSilver has another meaning; it can mean, cool and willful one moment and utterly fragile the next, basically contradictory, controlling, sensitive and this warms me. This is so Sebastian; the nickname is perfect for him. I’m both nervous and excited but definitely privileged to be allowed in, to glimpse all these sides to him and I want to be sexual with him during these rare moments, when I’m part of his daily life, as they bring us closer with each connection.
 

*****

The man in the black hoodie, stealth-like in his body language, lets himself into the mid-terrace on Rose Avenue with a key, via the back yard. No need to break in when you’ve been invited is there? He drops his toolbox and necessities and breathes a huge sigh of relief as he sags up against the wall, before laughing out loud into the basement kitchen.
   
Woo!
What a buzz!
   
That had been much easier than he could have ever imagined. He was finally here - in his woman’s abode - alone! He was ready to put his plan into action.
   
“An hour of DIY and she will be one step closer to becoming mine.”
   
Wiping a hand across his brow, where beads of sweat clung to his hair, he smiles openly in excitement as he dusts a finger along the central island top, grabs an apple from the fruit bowl, and takes a large bite, then heads towards the fridge. Not much in it though - Lucia had obviously been slacking in her house-keeping duties since that prick Silver has been on the scene, taking up her precious time - then again he supposed he should cut her some slack as she was now abroad in Dubai - no point filling the fridge on the chance some opportunist would break-in and need some grub. His laugh is snide and laced with venom at his own joke. But when he was living here and man of this house, she would know her place and his every wish would be adhered to.
   
He snags a diet coke and snaps the ring pull back harshly, no small feat with gloves on, but he couldn’t chance anything this time - he already had a record of trespassing from the last bitch who had been worthy of his care and attention. She had
so
not been worth the trouble -
stupid cow!
   
Slamming the door to the SMEG with his foot he leans back against the counter and takes a long swig of the carbonated drink whilst perusing the array of photos, letters and artwork on the front of the fridge. A couple of photograph’s immediately irritate him beyond belief and he swipes them and through gritted teeth tears Lucia angrily out of each, before throwing the unwanted pieces in the bin. However one photo of Lucia really stood out to him, her blow-job mouth wide and smiling and sexy green eyes full of fun as she grinned back at the camera - she has her arms around that bitch of a sister Suzie and Abby on the other side of her. They’d probably been out slutting-it around Lords when it was taken -
or maybe it was in that Rehab Bar in Bodley?
 

     
Sneering he removes the magnet holding it in place, before creasing the photograph in two places and then ripping it severely to remove the two hangers on from either end. There was no room for anyone but him in her life - he
would be
the only one. She’d see that soon enough - see that that was how it had to be –
the only way it could ever be!
 
   
He slips the image into his back pocket - he’d enjoy studying her later when he had more time - and then finishes his coke hauling the can in the direction of the bin and missing - he’d pick it up later. Time to get to business.
   
Dragging the tools and bits he required to put his plan in place he practically ran up the first flight of stairs and with a quick glance in the hallway at that level, he continued on, up the next set until he reached the master bedroom; his excitement building with every step. This was the one place he dreamed of being in - with her.
   
Her scent filled his nostrils the second he entered the airy space; so entirely feminine - so entirely
his
Lucia. The room is immaculate, which pleases him - he can’t abide dirty bitches. He allows himself a few minutes to sit at her silver dressing table, sniff her creams, potions and assess each drawer’s contents. A quick spray of her perfume around his body is practically his undoing as he inhales and grips the table until his knuckles are white.
   
“I can practically taste her - its like she’s here beside me, there’s hair in her hairbrush and her slippers by the bed. Lucia, you really are teasing me princess.”
   
Unable to contain his utter glee at being in her domain, he jumps up from the stool, stroking a random crease from the duvet and plumping a velvet cream cushion, as he passes to the wardrobe, careful to stay far enough away from the window at all times. “We can’t have anyone seeing me here and ruining this for me,
for u
s, Lu,
can we
? Nosy fucking bastards!”
   
Locating the small concealed door in the wall, he opens it with apprehension and is surprised to find a cleverly designed small walk-in wardrobe, which houses Lucia’s clothes, Lucia’s shoes, and Lucia’s accessories. Here, her scent hits him even stronger and he drops to the floor and envelopes himself in the rail of clothing, their textures soft and caressing against his skin. He was in Lulu heaven.
   
“Fuck! I wish I could take these bloody gloves off,” he grunts into the space and his breathing quickens as he blows through his nose and rolls his lips tightly. He couldn’t risk it - could he? No! Keep them on, no matter what. His eyes flicker to the many boxes piled high on top of each other and they calm him momentarily. He knew she loved shoes and that brought him closer to his girl - but this was far too indulgent.
   
“Enjoy it now, Lu because once you are mine, you will have no need to dress like a whore for all and sundry to drool over. In fact…” is eyes fall on a pair he’d seen her wear for work and he licks his lips, “you won’t be needing these. I’ll take them for safe keeping and so you can’t wear them to tease me!”
   
His emotions switch in that instant from happiness to anger, and standing up within the bijoux closet space he clicks off the pull switch light with more deep breathing and clicks the door shut.
 

  
Her tall dresser interested him most of all in the luxury boudoir - it housed all manner of lingerie and nightwear, in silks, satins, lace and cotton. She would look fucking hot in each and every one of them but he preferred things plain… and white - virginal if you must.
   
“Not much white in here - slut!”
   
That would have to change. He ran several items along his skin, his face, and through his covered hands, inhaling deeply before slipping a camisole, a couple of pairs of panties and a white lace plunge bra, into his bag. Once he was home, he would be able to relish them and slip them through his unsheathed fingers, as though he were stroking them on Lucia’s hot little body. He licks his lips at the thought and closes his eyes to enjoy the vision just a tad longer before shaking his head in anger at his weakness.
    
“That bitch is off sunning herself with Silver, being fucked into next week and screaming out his name, whilst you are left with nothing but crumbs. Whore!”
   
On her dressing table he’d noticed a small candle in the same scent as her vanilla body spray, and he quickly grabs that and drops it alongside the lingerie and shoes before throwing himself down on the king-size bed. Lying back onto the pillows he imagined himself in that bed with her - her luscious body so accommodating and bent over while he fucked her hard from behind - better yet, while he gagged her and fucked her hard from behind. She would be so worth the wait. He burrows his face in both pillows; unsure which is her side and then licks a tantalising trail up both. Yes, this bed would do him nicely; not to soft, not too firm and if he was lucky he’d get porridge in the morning. “I’d be like fucking Goldibollocks!” His laugh is crude and snarling at his witty joke.