The Guest & The Change - By M. D. Bowden Page 0,43

she hurriedly put that on, reaching behind to clip it up. She walked over to the desk and opened some drawers, searching for one of Daniel’s tops. The first contained a laptop, the second underwear - blushing, she closed that drawer - the third had some plain black t-shirts and shirts. She pulled a t-shirt over her head - it was a bit loose, but it would do. The material felt soft and smelt good. She was relieved to be wearing something clean. She picked up a shirt and put that on too, it wasn’t particularly warm in the room.

She looked around, wondering where to find a hairdryer, usually they were kept in hotel bathrooms, but sometimes they were stored in a drawer. She eyed up the drawers in the bedside table, and had a look inside. Lucky first time - a hairdryer and a brush. There was nothing of Daniel’s in there at all.

She quickly set to work on her hair, hearing Daniel turning the shower off. Her honey blonde hair was fairly long and had tangled considerably in the forest, so it was a challenge to get the brush through. She struggled, tackling the knots slowly. She didn’t have any makeup with her so was going to have to go barefaced, although her face looked so flawless that maybe she didn’t need makeup.

Sarah looked up as she heard the bathroom door open and watched as Daniel stepped out. Steam drifting around him - a towel wrapped around his hips. She couldn’t help gaping at his exposed chest, and wanted to run her fingers through his gorgeous dark hair - damp and falling about his face. He looked so hot that Sarah’s face burned, and she smiled shyly up at him. Despite the recent changes to her complexion, she felt naked with no makeup on and her hair in a tangled mess, but she rose and moved closer to him regardless - his power over her drew her in.

He moved towards her too, his eyes smoldering, looking into hers, glancing down at her lips. They met at the foot of the bed and she reached out tentatively, stroking him across his firm stomach, letting her hands rest on his waist. She looked back into his eyes and as they connected once again she felt a sense of friction pass between them, energies colliding, and it seemed as though his eyes opened up, that she could see to infinity - that same feeling that had happened before, like she was looking into his soul. It felt as though he could see her for everything she was, her beauty and her faults. She felt his love radiate into her, making every part of her come alive. He placed his hands on her shoulders and drew her closer, so that their bodies were pressed against each other, still looking into each other’s eyes, still feeling the powerful connection.

With one hand he traced down her back, over the shirt she had borrowed from him, and tucked his hand in underneath the t-shirt. She shivered as his cool fingers touched the small of her back, but then felt heat and tingles burning her skin. She reached her hands around his back and stroked up and down, feeling his firm muscles. When her hands reached his neck she pulled his head towards hers and kissed him urgently on the lips. His lips gave way and passion flared inside her. His tongue pushed into her mouth and tingles rose from her core. He pushed his other hand under her clothes and pulled her tightly to him - she felt like she would explode if he didn’t take her.

Her hands traveled down his body, while she massaged her tongue against his. She grabbed at his towel, pulling it off, exposing him to the air. She stepped back and admired his body. He looked perfect, and was clearly aroused by her. He grabbed her and she let him pull off her clothing. The air was cool on her body as he pulled the t-shirt over her head, but she barely noticed it - she felt so flushed from her desire for him.

She couldn’t keep her hands off him as he pulled open her jeans and pushed his hand down the front of them, rubbing her. She pushed against his fingers, planting kisses all over his face, his neck, running her tongue over his collar bone. He was delicious, he smelled and tasted completely different from Jo.

Daniel smelled sweeter,