faster, until I crash again and again, his skilful mouth returning me to delightful ecstasy over and over, leaving me trembling again, and completely exhausted.
Looking at me he licks his lips again “you taste wonderful Tharie, I could eat you all day.” His look sends further shivers running through me, still hard, his smile a friendly one, “I have more to give you baby.” My eager aching sex takes him whole once more.
Did we pack enough tea bags? Is all my mind can wonder?
Later in chapter nine, Thursday:24thoctober2013, a great start to the day
My skin is so sensitive to every touch, ready and waiting.
“You like that baby?” He asks, eyes smouldering and burying into me, burning faster and he thrusts faster, my legs are around his waist, he walks me over to the window and pushes my hot sweaty back against the cold hard glass of the window, hard. That feels so good. All the thumping has begun a cascade of nerves alight, building and building again, my body worships his, “oh fuck Tharie!” He spurts into me once more, it's doesn’t take much to finish me off, a crash of hot flowing pleasure erupts all over me, just the sound of my name from those beautiful lips and I crash around him. “Baby, you’re mine.” His breath coming in low hisses between clenched teeth, “I want to fuck you every second of every day.”
I release my grip from around his neck, unfold my legs from his waist, he lets me slide to the floor again, I can hardly stand. “I have to start buying energy drinks if you do” I laugh miserably feebly. Wobbly on my legs we go to the bathroom where Daniel gives me a gentle intimate wipe down with a flannel and we dress again, grab our stuff and leave.
Our car waits for us and as I get in Daniel puts his hand up my skirt again, this time just to prove he can, any-time he wants to, whether appropriate or not, and I find it so hot. Wearing my RANDom denim jacket, Daniel looks impressed but he has just fucked me hard all morning, so I can understand.
My phone requires my attention.
PF: “Babes, how’s Japan?” Pete has family still living here I think.
TC: “Hot and wet” true story, writers would call that a double entendre.
PF: “Nice, all that expensive lingerie worth every penny?” She has a firm grasp of subtext.
TC: “I owe you a drink, a big one Tx” true story.
PF: “And the boy?” You have no idea what I’ve let him do to me.
TC: “Man Pete, man trust me” oh god yes, maybe the brothers have more than cheekbones in common?
PF: “I’m enjoying some of that myself right now, I can relate” true story.
TC: “Filthy” oh, yes please.
PF: “God yes!” I just want to bite his arse.
TC: “Where can I get handcuffs from?” In all seriousness.
PF: “You are doing well honey, I’m so proud” I’m being serious.
TC: “Thank you” I am quite pleased with myself and notice my snug look just in time.
Daniel glances at me on the phone.
PF: “Well good luck, see you at the weekend, I’ll order some handcuffs for you on-line” love her.
TC: “Love you”
Our entry to the event proves to be easier than it looks at first glance, you'd think we were trying to crash an underground illegal poker match. Bloody hell, I really do watch too much crime drama! We pull up, our Humvee idling at the side of the narrow residential cobbled alley, several oversized suited men lurking with intent. They stand sentry by the door. They have blue-tooth communication headsets, intimidating indigo blue gang tattoos that creep onto their hands and up their throats, making them look scary. At the door there's two posted as bouncers, they’re both sumo-sized, not tall, with no necks. Their chinless heads just balloon out of their shoulders, fat, potato shaped faces with tiny cold coal coloured eyes, thin grimacing lips, cruel. They don’t talk, just snort with a vague indication of approval from a subtle head tilt.
We stride confidently to the door, tall beautifully golden leaved bamboos stand either side as a welcome, blowing with gentle snapping noises as the wind picks up. We show our business card and the 'key' invitation, which is actually a key, and authenticated by the shorter, wider lurker, we are allowed to enter without so much as a sniff, the key opens the black metal door into the event.
A badminton court sized room like a