Sexy Berkeley (1) (12 page)

Goose bumps spread over my skin, I bend my knees either side of his body, resting my feet flat on the mattress. My groin circling beneath him, of its own accord. He releases my nipple and moves to take my mouth again. My pelvis still rotating below him, grinding into his hard cock. He pulls back slowly and kneels between my legs, reaching for the pot of chocolate sauce.

"Don't get carried away too fast, baby." He looks so sexy, his short hair tousled, his tanned skin glowing in the dim light. "I want you to dip your finger in the sauce again."

I do as he asks and as I swirl it around in the pot, he continues, "Get a lot on there, it tastes so good from your skin. Now, put it on your body, again."

I take my finger from the pot and hover over my chest, deciding whether to put it on my nipples or belly button.

"Not there," Daniel says, clearly. My eyes dart to his and he's staring at me, intently. "Lower," he adds, dominantly.

I slowly move my dripping finger, mid-air, to my belly. I look at him for guidance,
my belly button?

"Lower," he says again.

Oh gosh, this really
is
exciting. But I'm nervous, I know what he wants and I want it too, but it's so personal down there, so intimate. I don't want him to look at me from that angle. I only want him to see the pretty bits.

I pause, briefly, before lowering my finger slightly, so the chocolate drips just above my pubic bone.

"Lower."

I look at his face, the apprehension clear on mine.
Oh god, should I? Shouldn't I?
I bite my bottom lip, considering my next move.

"Don't be shy baby, I want to taste you." He gently takes hold of my wrist and moves my hand infinitesimally lower, and let's go. "Touch yourself, baby."

I look into his eyes as I rest my finger, lightly on my outer skin, slowly moving in and over my clitoris. He's gazing at me, into my eyes, this is so carnal, surprisingly good.

"You look so hot right now," Daniel whispers, looking down at my fingers between my legs. He reaches down and takes my hand, lifting it to his mouth and sucking the chocolate off.
 

"Mmm," he moans, looking at my face.
Christ on a bike.

He gradually removes my finger from his mouth and lowers himself to my belly. He licks and kisses each drop of chocolate from my skin, indulgently, nearing the main attraction. I clench my eyes shut, tightly as he pauses, gazing down at me.
 
Please! Stop studying it, just get on with the task at hand, I can't bear it.

Eventually, I feel his hot breath hovering immediately above my delicate skin, his tongue gently sweeps over my outer lips before moving centrally to my clitoris. He swirls his tongue over and around, licking, flicking, sucking and oh god, it's divine. I arch my back and moan loudly.

"Uh huh," Daniel mumbles against me, still caressing me skilfully with his masterful tongue. His slowly glides his hands up to my waist, pressing firmly into my flesh with his fingers. My body is weak, I feel like jelly, his tongue working over time, stroking and brushing against my love button. 

My hands grip the sheets below me, my pelvis raises off the bed, involuntarily, my muscles inside clenching tightly, preparing for the almighty burst fast approaching. Daniel's hands move to my lower belly and push me down into the bed, he wraps them around the front of my thighs, pulling me towards him.
 

"Daniel, yes, oh, Daniel," I cry. The quivering inside takes over, it's coming thick and fast, the huge waves join together, and just at that moment, Daniel takes my clitoris to his lips and sucks, hard.

"Oh, GOD! Yes!" I cry, my thighs tightening around his head, my hands gripping and tugging at his hair, the sparks burst inside me, my insides pulsating uncontrollably. I throw my head back onto my pillow, my heart beating through my chest and my stomach rising and falling rapidly with my panting.

"Oh, god," I whisper.

Daniel gently strokes me with his tongue and kisses me, lightly as I release his head from my thighs and the grip of my hands. I'm shaking.

 
He crawls up my body, a huge, gorgeous smile on his face and kisses my mouth. My eyes close, I'm spent.

"You are so beautiful, I don't know why you're shy, your body is incredible."

I can't speak, I'm exhausted, that was breathtaking.

"You're shaking, come here," he says as he pulls me into a close embrace.

I'm in his arms, on my side, facing him. One of my legs is curled in between his and we are truly wrapped up in each other. He pulls the duvet up and over us and showers my face with sweet, soft kisses. "Was that good, baby?"

"Mmm, hmm," I respond, I'm so sleepy, it's all I can offer.

He chuckles, quietly. "Is that a yes?" 

I smile and nod, nuzzling my face into his neck.

"Good, because that was pretty amazing for me too. You really are the most beautiful creature. Everywhere. I want to do that all day, every day."

"Mmm, me too."

He kisses my head and we lay there, curled up together and drift off.

CHAPTER EIGHT

TUESDAY 18TH SEPTEMBER

I am so cosy, so snug and comfortable as I stir in my bed this morning, I don't want to wake up. I move slightly and realise I'm tightly wrapped in Sexy Berkeley's arms, my head buried in his neck. It's lovely. I open my eyes and pull my head back to look at Daniel's beautiful sleeping face.
 He looks adorable, so peaceful and handsome.

His iPhone alarm starts to beep over on the coffee table and I remember that he has to go to work.
Oh.
I run my fingertips along his cheek and call his name softly. "Daniel," I whisper, "Daniel," a little louder.

His eyes slowly open and lock with mine. He smiles a beautiful, genuine smile and pulls me into him tightly.

"Daniel, your alarm is going off," I whisper again.

"Uh huh. Mmm," he murmurs, still holding me tightly.
 

"Should I turn it off?"

He sighs and loosens his grip around me. "No, it's ok, I should get up."

He sits up slowly and stretches to the ceiling.
 
Oh heavens above,
his delicious body, the muscles beneath his skin, he's so big! He climbs out of bed and strolls, sexily to the coffee table, stark bollock naked, looking fine. He switches the alarm off and looks at the time. "Uh, it's so early," he grumbles, "I want to stay in bed with you." He pouts and comes back to the bed.

Climbing over to me, he pulls the duvet down, revealing my naked torso. His eyes run over my body before he rests his lovely head on my chest, he's so warm and delicious. I run my fingers through his hair, my nails lightly running across his scalp.

"Oh, don't stop, that feels so good," he mumbles. 

"What time do you have to go, Daniel?" I can't help but sound disappointed. I am. I know I shouldn't be seeing him anymore, I told myself that last night should be the last time we see each other, but I can't help but want him to stay here, with me. Prolong it just a little.

"Really soon, unfortunately. I have to get back to shower and change clothes."

"Oh, do you want to have a shower here?"

"On my own?"

"Yes, Daniel, I think if we showered together, you'd be quite a lot late for work, don't you?"

"No then, I'll just do it at home. I can't shower knowing that you're just metres away, naked and willing."

"I won't be naked for long, and who says I'm willing?"

"You're willing."

"I am?"

"You're not?" He grins and I pause momentarily.

"Ok, I am," I giggle.
"I'm just going to brush my teeth. Do you have time for tea?"

"Yes, thank you," he replies with that beautiful smile of his.

I climb out of bed and quickly dash to the bathroom, it's daytime and I'm naked. I find my nightie from last night hanging on the back of the door, so I slip into it and start to brush my teeth at the sink. It feels great to rid myself of morning breath, I never understand why, on TV, everyone wakes up and has a full on pash first thing, I mean, eur, seriously!

I check out my eye make-up from last night in the mirror, very well slept, Beatrice, not a single smudge.
I bend down to rinse my mouth and as I stand up, Daniel is standing behind me, looking at me in the mirror.

"Oh god!" I shout, jumping.

He wraps his arms around my middle and kisses my shoulder, he's dressed already. "Sorry, baby, I didn't mean to make you jump. You look beautiful in this."

"Thank you, I think you mentioned something along those lines last night," I say with a smile.
 

"Can I borrow your toothbrush? I want to kiss you before I go."

"Yes, help yourself. I'll go and put the kettle on."

Flicking the kettle on and grabbing two cups from the cupboard, I reminisce about last night. Daniel is so...
Oh
. I want more. His phone interrupts my reverie, this time it's ringing.

"Daniel..." I call out from the kitchen, "Daniel, your phone is ringing."

He dashes out, toothbrush still hanging from his mouth and grabs it. "Hey, Alexia," he answers. He winks at me before making his way out of the french doors onto the deck, still brushing his teeth. He told me more about Alexia last night over dinner. She's two years older than him, so I think that would make her thirty four. They sound very close, a bit like Oliver and I, I imagine.

Soon after, Daniel walks through the living area again, toothbrush in mouth. "Uh huh, yeah. Eleven thirty... hang on," he says with a mouth full of toothpaste and disappears into the bathroom, emerging a few moments later, toothbrush free and speaking clearly.
"That's great, thanks Lex. Ok, catch ya later."

"How do you like your tea, Daniel?" I ask as he hangs up and joins me in the kitchen.

"Black, no sugar please. So, what are your plans today, Bea?"

"I'm not sure, I haven't spoken to Til about today yet. I'd like to go to a beach or something. I'll see what she wants to do." I hand Daniel his tea and throw the teaspoon in the sink.

"I'd like to take you to the beach. In fact there's a restaurant I'd love to take you to on the beach, you'd love it."

"I would love that, but you have to work. Also, Daniel, we really need to cool off a bit, I mean, I really, really don't want to, but you're not doing anything to make me dislike you! Everything you do makes even more fond of you, which is really unhelpful considering I'll be leaving on Sunday."

Daniel laughs and puts his tea down on the counter. He approaches me and wraps his arms around my waist. "Bea, I really don't want to say goodbye yet, we're having such a great time together. Besides, I just took today off." A mischievous grin crosses his face and his eyes twinkle.

"What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I say, I took today off, I want to spend it with you. Will you let me take you out?"

I'm so excited, he took the day off! He's a big, important CBDO and he's just taken the day off to be with me!
"Really?"

"Yes, really!" he says, rolling his eyes. "Why?"

"Well, just because, you should be working, and I'm just... "

"You're not 'just' anything. Bea, I really like you a lot. I know that you're going home and I know that it can't last, but while you're here, please let me spend time with you, make the most of whatever we have got? Please say you'll spend the day with me?" He pouts again, he's too damned gorgeous for his own good. Or mine!

"I'd love to, Daniel," I say with a shy smile.

God I could ravish this man, right here on the kitchen floor.

"Good. That's settled, and as it's so early, let's go back to bed."

"Well, I was thinking of having a shower..." I beam, I can't resist.

His eyes widen and a grin spreads across his face. "To the shower!" he yells and I laugh out loud as he sweeps me off my feet and heads to the bathroom.

I sit up on the sink vanity to watch him undress. His body is taut and shapely, his muscles are so hot, the way they tense and ripple with every movement. I smile as I watch the show. Daniel looks over at me and pauses.

"Are you watching me?"

"Yes, I am," I say, matter-of-factly, crossing my arms and grinning from ear to ear.

Daniel smiles, salaciously and continues to pull his shirt off his shoulders, slowly, giving me a sensational view. His shirt drops to the floor and as he unbuckles his belt, he turns his back to me. He rears up to me, gyrating his hips so his bottom is grinding against me, making me laugh out loud.

"Come on, give it to me, Magic Mike!" I run my hands across his shoulders, my hands seem so small against his big body.

He slowly pulls his trousers below his bottom so they drop to the floor and I glide my hands down to give both cheeks a squeeze. He ripples his body against mine and I trail my fingers around his waist to rest on his hard abs. He turns and opens my legs before resting himself between them. I see his amused expression before he moves in and kisses my neck, grinding his hips into me again. His erection rubs against me through his boxers.

"Mmm," I murmur, he feels so good against me, his lips on my neck.

I feel his smile against my skin. "You like the show?"

"Definitely, yes."

"Let's shower," he says, pulling away.

"Oh," I pout," I was enjoying that."

"You like that, huh? So you like the movie? Magic Mike?"

"I
love
that film. But I prefer it when you strip for me," I add, fluttering my eyelashes at him.

"Good, I'd rather you watched me," he says with a grin. "Now, let's get you out of that nightgown and into the shower, then I can show you some of the real moves."
 

Daniel's naked body, wet, is even more delicious than I remember. In the pool, with trunks on was different though, this is so much more intimate.

Kissing in the shower has always been something I've found a huge turn on, but as with most things, it was even hotter than usual, with Daniel. It was so erotic, and inevitably lead to shower-fondling and mind-blowing shower-sex. I'm worried about the next time I have to have sex with someone, I'm afraid it's going to seem terribly standard and frankly, very boring. I can't imagine finding anyone else who has the same effect on me.
Oh god, how depressing
. 

After all the sex, Daniel and I stood against the wall of the shower together, slowly kissing and exploring each other's bodies. It was romantic and intimate, something lovers might do, but it felt so... right. I can't get enough of him, I want him near me all the time, touching me, kissing me. I know it's a lust thing, and I'm certain it's magnified because of the very limited time that we have together, but I can't ignore the realisation that it's so much more than I've felt with anyone else. It must have taken me months to feel so strongly for Dylan, he never made me feel as amazing as Daniel has, let alone in a few short days.
 

"Shall we get out now, baby?" Daniel asks.

"Ok...
baby,
" I tease.

He grabs a towel and stands, waiting for me, outside the shower. As I step out, he wraps me up and puts another towel around his waist before we both go through to the lounge. I take a quick look in the mirror on my way out and am relieved that I somehow managed to avoid panda eyes. I'll wash and re-apply when I'm alone in here in a minute, I can't let him see me au-natural, don't want to scare the man away.

I fasten the towel under my arms, before removing all of the pillows and duvet from the bed. I'm very surprised to see that we didn't get a single drop of chocolate on the bed sheet. Thank god, I wouldn't have wanted to explain that one to Gemma.

Daniel is playing with his iPhone, texting work I presume, while I put bed linen in the chest and walk back to the sofa-bed to close it up.

"No, no, baby, wait," Daniel calls as he jumps up, tossing his phone on the coffee table. "Let me do it."

"Daniel, it's fine, it's not that heavy."

"Even so, I can't sit and watch you do that when I'm right here."

"If it makes you feel better, it's fine by me," I smile and stand back.

"Good, thank you." He folds the bed and places the cushions back on the top, perfectly. "Now, go get dressed before I rip that towel off you and we spend the rest of the day naked on the sofa."

"Don't tempt me, Berkeley," I say with a wink as I enter the bedroom to get some clothes from the wardrobe.

I realise that Daniel has nothing but the suit he was wearing yesterday, and wonder if we'll go back to his place for him to change.

I choose a pair of straight-leg, white jeans and a mint-green, over-sized, silk blouse, teamed with nude ballet flats. When I emerge from the bedroom with my make-up bag, Daniel is still in his towel looking stunning.
 

"You look lovely," he says.

"Thank you, although I haven't done my hair or face yet, so hold your horses."

"Horses held, baby, but you look beautiful anyway... Listen, I've got Luke coming over with some clothes for me, is that ok? I thought it would be easier than going back to mine, and he wanted to see Tilly."

"That's fine by me, I should probably warn Til though, what time?"

"In, like, fifteen minutes."

Twenty minutes later, Tilly fore warned and my make-up removed and re-done, I hear a beep out the front. I put my head between my legs and tie my hair in a messy top knot before making my way around to the side gate. Luke is standing against his big, black 4x4 with an over-night bag. He looks very rugged in his low-slung shorts and fitted grey t-shirt. Tilly
will
be excited when she sees him.

"Hey, Bea! Looking beautiful today." He strides towards me and kisses my cheek.
 

"Hi, Luke, thank you, how are you?"

"I'm good thanks, where's Danny boy? I've got his stuff." He holds out the bag in his hand.

"He's out the back, come through."