sex insane, faster and faster, flicking and licking. My body sends beautiful shiver all through me and my nerves begin their countdown to climax. Faster and faster, I’m getting very hot, “you taste so good baby,” he gasps for air. His tongue adds pressure where I need it most and my hips almost jump out of my seat.
Grinding gently into his face I can’t help it, it's sweet, sweet agony he is making me wait. “Please Daniel, please.” I beg. He slides a hand out from under me and slips a finger inside, quick little movements in and out, then its three fingers then four, faster and harder, it's ecstasy, and his tongue flicks over my clit harder and quicker.
“Cum for me now baby, eyes open.” His fingers slide out and his tongue goes inside, it’s an incredible warm soft feeling and I love it, he is eating me, it’s a feeling I should write to Cosmo about.
Bloody hell.
Then suddenly, I fall around him, a deep crashing incredible fall, the bliss of orgasm leaves me feeling heavy and my mind has a warm fuzzy feeling, I am soaking between my legs. “You taste so sweet baby, I could lick you up all day.” And he tongues me in one long slow sweep.
“And I’d let you.” I look down at my lap and smile to myself.
“We can’t seem to stop fucking each other.” He slides my panties back up my legs to help me, clearly I don’t have the energy to help myself. I wiggle my skirt straight, and try to make myself look presentable. Daniel kisses me then buckles himself back into his seatbelts just as the traffic clears and the car goes speeding off.
Daniel gets a text, he reads the glowing face of his phone and his mood alters instantly. He takes a deep breath and pats the bag on the floor containing the jeans. His mood has chilled the atmosphere inside the car by a few degrees and healthy, boy/girl banter is dead between us. Back to serious, Daniels mask is back on. I don’t want to be involved. I've done all I can do, for now.
TC: “How's my boys?” I ask hopefully.
JG: “Muddy and bonkers, they're fine T” good.
We travel in silence for what seems like ages, but it’s really only ten minutes, we’re still wholly inside the city limits. “I’ll be happier once we’re home in London”, he says suddenly, clearly he’s made his mind up about something, “I have my own people there who can keep a watch, make sure everything is OK.” I don’t live in London but now’s not the time to correct him. He looks genuinely worried by the package in his bag, he keeps looking down at it, like it's a disease, not just an amazing pair of jeans. “I won’t be seeing you this weekend Tharie” his voice suddenly hard, he's switched from intimate happy Daniel to someone I no longer recognise, his mask intact and frozen he is unreadable, unmovable. He doesn’t elaborate, I get no explanation, but strangely being on my own seems perfect.
His words seam a total overreaction I say, “Yes, I must get some practice in for the weekend,” I try to sound calm, “get George and Harry ready for their event.” Pause for effect, waiting for a reaction to my delicate reminder of my real life. Nope. I wring my fingers in my lap, “can’t wait to smell that country air.” Still nothing, surely it’s time to give up, but I’m stubborn remember? He is self-absorbed right now. “All this grey is too homogenised for me.” I continue, reaching into my bag for a nervous application of lip balm, something to do, a mental distraction. I suddenly know the very thing:
TC: “Hi Mum, I’m heading to Narita for my flight” twelve hours early.
EC: “Safe journey love” she likes it when I’m homeward bound, me too.
TC: “See you soon” can’t wait, need to hug my Mum, she’s soft and comforting, she’ll put all this nonsense to rest, along with putting the world to rights too of course. The world according to Eve Charles, scary thought.
I miss her.
It's nearly lunchtime, our flight is in 2 hours. Daniel swipes away another message on his phone, grits his teeth and looks out of the window, as Tokyo flies past. From beside me I hear a loud hiss of escaping air as Daniel lets out of his lungs, “I’m staying another day Tharie,” had I heard him correctly? “I’d love