Silver Screen Dream (7 page)

“We’re here, ma’am.” The driver’s brusque voice broke through my wonderings.

“Oh, okay,” I replied. I went to open the car door, but before I’d quite worked out the mechanism the man with the suit and white gloves had opened it for me.

“If you go in to the desk and tell them your name and that you’re here to see Master Rahul, they will make sure you get to the right room.”

“Thank you,” I smiled. “You’ve been very kind.”

I had never once walked into the lobby of a five star hotel. It was quite a daunting experience. Luckily, the gentleman behind the desk was friendly and pointed me to the lift and gave me Rahul’s room number. As I ascended in an elevator that quite frankly was almost as big as my whole flat and was certainly more opulent, I checked out my appearance in the mirrored walls. I smoothed down my hair and pursed, licked and bit my lips. I hadn’t had time to put on makeup, not that I used it much anyway, but I was convinced I would have felt better with the false, thin mask it would have given me.

I sucked in a deep breath and exhaled. I wished my reflection luck, winked at myself, then, as the lift door slid open, I walked out into a corridor and hunted down the number I wanted. It wasn’t far down the thick, carpeted hall. I knocked before I had time to talk myself out of it.

“Come in,” Rahul shouted then added, “and lock it behind you,” as I walked in.

“Hi,” I gasped as I pushed the door shut. I looked around and felt as if I’d walked into another world. Everything gleamed and the carpet was so deep I could barely see my feet above the creamy foam.

“Hey, Laura, I’m so glad you came.”

I looked away from the richness of the room and saw him. He was on the modern, square-shaped and clean-lined sofa, and in contrast to its flat, cream cushions, he was naked and his dark toffee-colour skin just called out to be licked.

“Wow, you’re naked,” I said then internally berated myself for saying something so obvious.

“Yes, and you have too many clothes on.”

I laughed nervously. “Well, it is a bit nippy out there to have arrived in only my birthday suit.”

“I understand,” he smiled, “but it’s warm here. Disrobe for me.”

I looked at him, my heart thumping, and he added one word that melted all my worries and resolve.

“Please?” His wide, blue eyes shone with desire.

Like a rudderless boat on the Indian Ocean, I was powerless to resist their pull.

I gently nodded my head and shrugged my denim jacket off my shoulders. I thought it was a good place to start, but after that I felt a little lost. What was I meant to do next? I noticed for the first time there was some low and soft music playing, and I started to sway to the beat. I walked forward a few steps and glanced towards Rahul. He nodded encouragingly and stretched himself out along the length of the sofa. I was not struck by the length of the sofa, though, but something else long, hard and inviting. I needed him.

I closed my eyes and swayed. I slipped the simple canvas shoes from my feet and stepped forward. I just let the rhythm of the music run through me. All the women in Bollywood films can dance, they shimmy and shake at the drop of a lotus blossom. I knew it wasn’t so terribly simple, but I guessed if I moved to the music it would look something like dancing, and if I took off my clothes Rahul would be too distracted to notice my lack of coordination.

I had slipped on a casual dress, one of only a few I owned, which had a floral pattern and buttons down the front. I encouraged the first button open with trembling fingers and kept my hips swinging. I opened my eyes to check on Rahul. He was still naked, still watching me and still very much aroused.

I gulped and undid the next button. The atmosphere was heavy, I could almost feel the tension draped over us like a sheet. My fingers shook and not just with nerves. I was anxious, excited and above all eager. I wanted to be free of my dress and draped across Rahul. I couldn’t wait to feel his naked flesh against mine. I was sure it was something of which I would never grow tired. I knew it was something I wanted to experience as much as I could so I would always be able to conjure up the memory.

When I reached my waist, I stopped undoing buttons and worked on shimmying my way out of the sleeves. Rahul moaned appreciatively when my bra-encased breasts jiggled as I pulled my arms free of the flower-patterned material. Once my upper body had been released, the rest of the dress hung on my hips. I had a decision to make.

I decided to lose the bra. I was pretty confident about the beauty of my chest, but I was not a fan of my stomach and thighs. I wanted to leave them hidden for as long as possible.

Now, some women can take off a bra with a click of a finger and a shuffle. I am not that kind of woman. I tried really hard to just sexily reach behind me and loosen the hooks and reveal my not-so-secret feminine weapons. I just couldn’t seem to get a proper hold on the fastening, though, and I am pretty certain my contortions were not sexy.

“Come here, Laura. I’ll get that for you.” He smiled and beckoned me over with his finger.

“Oh, okay, thanks.” I stepped closer and turned my back to him. He gently brushed my skin with his fingers as he popped open the hooks with very little effort. I wanted him to keep on touching me, but he withdrew his hands and I let the bra slip down my arms and threw it on the floor.

“Turn around,” he whispered.

With a cheeky shake and a giggle, I did, but I kept my arms clamped across my front so he could not get a proper look at my naked tits.

“Oh, now, you’re not playing fair.” He pouted.

“You only asked me to turn around.” I played innocent and kept my arms in front of me. ”You didn’t say I should expose my boobies.”

Rahul laughed loudly. “You’re funny. But if I ask you to, will you lower your arms to your sides?”

“If you ask, I will.” I dropped my gaze coyly, worried he would gauge the depth of the sincerity in my eyes.

“Please, Laura, move your arms so I can see your beautiful breasts.”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied breathily. I honestly couldn’t tell you what led me to call him Sir. It just seemed right. I wanted him to command me to do other things. I wanted to feel the rush of following his demands to see what his desires would be. I suppose I wanted to be freed of my responsibility and to make his needs my master. That was sexy.

I stood before him, hands by my sides, my head bowed. After what felt like forever for me, he spoke.

“Remove the rest of your clothes and come here.”

I complied once I’d managed to get my fingers to work properly. I wrestled a few more buttons loose, and my dress dropped to the floor. I pulled the necklace, the amulet Rahul had sent to me, from around my neck and set it down on the coffee table. Next, I tucked my thumbs in my knickers and teased them down over my thighs. I felt naughty and very sexy stripping there in front of someone—not just anyone, either, but a Prince of Bollywood, a hero of the silver screen. There was still a little part of my brain that expected me to wake up at any moment. It just couldn’t possibly all be real. It was too good to be true.

“Wow,” he gasped as I stepped out of my underwear and straightened up once more. “You are stunning. Come here.”

I strode forward confidently. Everything seemed so easy because I had decided to follow his instructions. I no longer had to think, I no longer had to fight my own negativity. I just had to do what he told me to do. It was thrilling.

“Your skin is so pale,” he whispered and trailed his fingertips down over my hip. “It’s like ice cream, and I just want to lick you all over.”

“I’ll not stop you,” I gasped as he leant forwards and kissed my stomach. I hadn’t realised a kiss on the tummy could be so erotic, but I felt so turned on and he’d barely touched me, yet. As if he heard my thoughts, he clasped my hips with both hands and grasped tighter with his fingertips. He continued to trail his lips across my stomach, unable to reach any higher from his seated position. He slipped his hands lower to cup my arse, and I gasped as he explored the crack between my cheeks with the tips of his fingers, invading such a secret, private area of my body. I didn’t dislike it, though. I wanted him to probe farther, I wanted him to get to know every last inch of me.

“Follow me.” Rahul abruptly paused in his kissing and let go. “I need to feel and taste more of you.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me along behind him towards the huge bed situated at the far end of the room. I didn’t get much time to appreciate the beauty of the wrought iron framework and crisp, white linen before Rahul dragged me down with him onto the cool sheets.

“That’s better,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck.

It sent sparks of lust flying across my skin.

“Much better,” I agreed as I luxuriated in the satin-soft material below me and the hot hardness of the man strewing kisses over me. He carefully smooched lower. I am sure he was aiming to cover every little bit of me as he carefully overlapped them to warm me with his desire.

I writhed beneath him, and my arms wrapped instinctively around his shoulders. I couldn’t believe I could possibly feel better than I did at that moment, but I craved more. I knew there was more because he had fucked me earlier. I remembered how he’d taken me, hard and fast and unyielding. I wanted more of that.

However, I was happy enough just to take more kisses. I would probably scream eventually if he didn’t do anything else, because the way my insides were boiling I would have to let the pressure out somehow. I was caught between wanting him to keep on kissing me, to see how far I could be pushed, and needing instant gratification and an orgasm as soon as humanly possible.

“I could do this forever,” he whispered, his breath tickling around my nipples. “I don’t ever want to stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” I gasped as he sucked my aching teat with such precise pressure that I wanted to scream. “Oh, please don’t ever stop.”

He slipped his fingers between my thighs then. I opened them farther, giving him full and lewd permission to stroke me where the fires of desire burnt at their most intense. His strokes synchronised with the kissing. I could not concentrate, my breathing was ragged and I found myself scrunching my hands into fists and wriggling my hips as I tried to fight against the rising tide of arousal. I was so turned on, I didn’t know if I could take it. I felt as if I were being pulled apart, but I didn’t want it to stop.

Rahul continued kissing lower, and soon he was back laying love along my stomach. I hate my tummy. It is wobbly, and, unless you are Santa, having a belly that shakes and wobbles like jelly is not generally thought of as an attractive quality. However, Rahul seemed especially taken with this much neglected and ignored part of my anatomy and I wondered why.

His happy groans seemed to indicate he genuinely enjoyed caressing and kissing me there, so I let the negative thoughts slip out of my brain. I had too many good feelings whizzing through me to be detracted by some old physical hang-up. I concentrated on the way my flesh buzzed as he kissed it, as if it vibrated on a brand new frequency that played arousing music like a drum beat on the tightly stretched skin.

The lower he dropped, the more and more aware I became of my pussy. He had stopped playing there with his fingers and I ached for a replacement. As his lips meandered down into the curling bush that protects my hot core, the breath caught in the back of my throat. It was one of the moments in that day that made me realise with great clarity exactly what was happening.

Generally, I was too wrapped up in the moment-to-moment ecstasy to really think about the big picture, but as he slithered his tongue into my wet slit I thought about who he really was. Rahul Khan’s tongue was doing wickedly arousing things to my cunt, and I was not dreaming. It was such a revelation that I screamed out with joy when he found my clit and sucked on it. There was a perfect moment of symbiosis when the physical and mental ecstasy met and exploded through me. I wanted to laugh and I wanted to cry. I wanted to dig my nails into his scalp and push him harder against me, and I wanted to raise my arms above my head in surrender. I was a confusion of lust and need, and I found myself moving from one action to the other in quick succession.

As he sucked, I pulled at the coal black hair on his head. As he licked, I laughed. And as he teased, I cried out in ecstasy. I was the luckiest girl in the world because I came on the most handsome face in all Bollywood. I covered Rahul in my juices and exploded from his expert manipulations. There were millions of women the world over who would sacrifice a body part to experience what I had just experienced.

I lay there and panted, lost in the awe of the moment. I wanted to remember each and every detail, write it indelibly on my brain so I would never forget the pinnacle of pleasure I had attained.

“Damn,
Janeman,
wow.”

Rahul wriggled up and lay next to me. He draped his arm over my middle, and for a few moments we panted in perfect harmony. His hardness pressed into my hip, and I realised he must have donned a condom while I’d been lost in ecstasy. Rahul still wanted more, and I wanted to give it to him. I rolled over to face him. We smiled at each other, and I pushed a stray strand of hair back behind his ear.

Words were not needed as I pressed against him. We both knew what was to come, and we both embraced it. The conversation happened through our eyes. His spoke of desire, need and overwhelming lust, and mine must have given away just how much I wanted to fulfil his needs.

I pressed him onto his back and climbed above him. I knew the old me would have worried and over-thought and would never have been brave enough to position a hot man beneath me and dangle my breasts in his face. But I was the heroine in a Bollywood movie. I had the desire of the hero, the handsome and striking young man, and nothing I could do would be wrong. Everything was always so perfectly choreographed, and so I believed our lovemaking would go the same way.

Yes, well, strong orgasms do go straight to my head. Luckily, though, the extra confidence I felt meant things did go pretty much to plan. I did need his help when it came to actually joining us together. He noticed my struggle and used his hand to press his cock into me. Once we were united I found the rest pretty straightforward. I just did what I felt I needed to do.