The One Addicted (33 page)

*****

    
I lay there, slightly dazed as I gradually come down from my sensual cloud, aware he is stripping out of his clothes. I love sucking him off and what I’d just done for him had reminded me of our hideaway waterfall, all sexy and forbidden and hot - had that really been only yesterday? The days are rolling into one another and I’m all off kilter.

    
The bed dips as Sebastian climbs onto the bed, whilst rolling protection onto his immense erection, then kneels, gazing down at me with so much love in his noir eyes, I’m mesmerised and cannot look away. It's as though our souls are touching each other and we cannot stop staring at each other. Tonight had been all about the build -up and the dirty talk and then the immediate release and it had worked, but now, I wanted it to be all about our union - a combination of sex and love, forbidden and vanilla.
 

    
He moves over me, encouraging me to lie back and he clasps my hands
 
on either side of my head, stretching them upwards and using them for leverage. I can feel him at my slit, which is wet and ready and as he moves upwards, he rubs against my overly-sensitised clit, making me buck to meet the contact. He answers my silent plea by pulling back and sliding deep within, and as I wrap my legs round him, he withdraws almost completely before surging powerfully back in to me again but this time I cry out loudly, suddenly wracked with a sharp agonising pain.

    
“Baby, are you OK?”

    
I can’t speak as the dull knife-like stab begins to subside. “I’m fine - I think you went too deep.”

    
“Shit - Lu. I’m sorry.” He rains kisses across my face, his cock still inside me and I see the look of love in his eyes. “I’m so so sorry.”
 

    
Our mouths meet and our delicate kiss becomes more passionate and I begin to rotate my hips to test the sensation it brings, reaching down to grab his behind and push him into me. “Fuck me, Seb… just do it slowly.”

   
He slides further in, our fingers linking tighter, as his thick cock strokes at my g-spot. “Is this OK?”

   
“Keep going - don’t stop.”
 

    
I grow slicker, the smoother and less painful it is at my core. I hear his groan as he fills me completely. “You are mine!”

  
  He is there - right where I need him, crave him, his long strokes creating a fireball of bliss as I start to move with him in our sensual dance. We are made for each other - I never want to be without this man!  
 

 
 
He is the love of my life!  
 

   
His hands leave mine as he lifts my bottom to bring me even closer to him, stroking me even deeper, our eyes never leaving each other as we both feel the enormity of our connection. Sweat glistening on our skin as we ride our bodies to our end goals.
 

  
  “Come for me, Lu, baby - now!!”  

    
I scream as my body explodes, tightening around his cock and I close my eyes as stars burst behind my eyelids, my feeling of well-being and happiness wholly due to this wonderful man who makes me feel cherished and loved. I hear his roar of satisfaction as he pumps into me one last time, finding my mouth with his again for a deep kiss before he tucks me into his side, my head on his chest as we slip underneath the silken sheets.  

    
“I adore you, my lady Lu”.

    
And I you, my sexy Silver man.

*****

“So, last night hmmm?”

I glance across at Abby in the back of the taxi and grin knowingly. “Hmmm, last night. I take it you got as little sleep as I did?”
“What me?” her chocolate brown eyes twinkle at me. “Oh no, Nathan and I got back from the club and went straight to sleep, in separate twin beds of course.”
I laugh out loud at her audacious comment. “Not a chance, Abigail Thompson. Barracuda and Dubai certainly gets you all het up doesn’t it?”
“Yep. I quite liked playing a ho for the night though, especially in the bedroom.”
    
“Whoa – too much information.”
    
“What? Like you and Seb weren’t getting all down and dirty. I saw that redhead getting you all riled up.”
    
“Abs, anyone would have thought I was the redhead, I got that fiery and the anger…”

“Jealously, babe. It’s a killer.”

“Must have been - the rage came from the soles of my feet - I swear I could have scratched her eyes out - I don’t know what’s got into me?”

“Er - really? We know exactly what’s got
into
you, Lucia Myers.” She attempts a serious expression but fails miserably. “That and you were probably just hormonal.”

It could have been my hormones I suppose? Maybe that was why I was in pain when we made love?

“Well, it certainly made for a passionate night.” Memories of last night’s escapades flash before me and I feel myself blush.
“That good?”
   
I nod silently and she pats my knee in understanding. “Me too, babe; me too. We’re both goners! What do they say an angel in the daytime and a dirty devil in the evening - well something like - I’m more dirty devil day and night since we’ve been away. It must be all this heat. I’m so bloody horny! Let’s make sure we look drop dead gorgeous tonight for these Greek gods and give them a taste of their own medicine.”

I completely agreed - tonight was the one night we had to pull out all the stops and our first one was at an exclusive little boutique that came highly recommended by the Manager at The Jannah Hotel. It was based about 9miles from the Dubai marina and was apparently a hidden gem which was fast becoming the
it
place for those in the know - the place to find vintage and upcoming designer-wear at trade prices.
 

We pay the taxi driver and head towards the warehouse building. It didn’t look like much from the outside and you had to press a button, before someone perused you via camera at the other end, then approved your access and buzzed you in - it was all very top secret and very exciting. Abby and I pull unsure faces at one another before biting the bullet and heading inside the warehouse. Inside, it was an entirely different story. Talk about not judging a book by its cover!

“Wow, this place is divine- you can smell the couture the second you walk in - I’m literally salivating!” Ab’s jaw is dragging on the floor and I nod in agreement.

    
“I know but have you taken a look at some of the price tags? I thought Dubai was supposed to be bargain central?”

“It is - you’re getting a £10000 dress for £5K instead - still more than five times my mortgage payment every month.” I add wistfully.

“You and me both, babe - but it doesn’t hurt to look and then maybe we can head off to the markets and see what we can rustle up. This place is vintage though so you may grab a designer bargain? Aren’t we lucky being privy to all this…”

I look up as she strokes a sheer black Marchesa dress like it’s a magical lamp. “Ooh, this is delicious.”

I agree it’s stunning and would suit her perfectly - very J-Lo. I leave her browsing and wander deeper into the boutique, it appears that price becomes no object the further into the mouth of luxury you delve; some of these prices make my breath hitch. I reach a row of dresses in the several shades of gold’s all hanging, waiting their turn to be touched and am instantly taken with one design in particular which hangs from it’s satin padded hanger to the floor with such elegance, but the second I hold it up to me I know there is no point in even trying it - it is designed for someone at least 6ft tall and I know that this place is sold as seen, there would not be any alteration facilities on offer.

    
“Abs, are you going to try the black dress?”

    
“I’m tempted.” She admits, chewing her bottom lip in thought.

    
“You should. Come on. Let’s get you in that fitting room now, no arguments.”

     
I shove her in the direction of the small curtained area to the rear of the store and carry the dress in question like it is precious cargo. Placing myself on the stool outside, I hear her muttering to herself and smile, if it fits and she likes it, there is no way she is not buying this dress. Nathan had already given me his Visa and carte blanche to spend whatever she wanted - no budget. So, if it was
the one
, I’d be buying it for her or Nathan would be, albeit incognito.
 

    
“I’ve totally got the wrong bra and panties on.”

I pull the curtain back slightly to speak to her and offer to zip the dress up before sliding the curtain back fully so she can see herself in the large full-length mirror to the seated corner of the dressing area. Her eyes shine with joy as she tries and fails miserably to contain her excitement. “Oh. My. God, Lu, it fits!”

“Like it was made for you babe. You look absolutely beautiful.” The black glittering lace, complimented her skin tone and brown eyes perfectly and the one-shouldered template with nipped in waist and full skirt was perfection on her athletic body. The addition of the thigh high split was pure genius and brought the

Hollywood glamour dress into the 21
^st
Century. I watch, as Abby turns and twists to assess her appearance from every angle and smile. She is so in love and I can tell that this means everything to her.
 

    
“How much is it?” Her bottom lip trembles as she poses the question in the mirror to me, her big liquid eyes threatening to spill if the news is as she expects. “I daren’t look but it’s bad isn’t it? Is it bad?”

“Hang on and stay still, the tag is still inside the back of the dress. Right here it is… it’s…” Bloody extortionate but she’s having it and I think quickly on my feet, mentally converting the dirhams to English pounds. “I think it works out around £275, when you convert it?”
More like £2750!

    
“Oh that’s not too bad for such a special occasion and its a staple that will be in my wardrobe for ever. Who’d have thought I’d ever own a Marchesa dress? I usually only see them worn on the stars in Hello and Ok magazine.”

Women are so funny - we are all the same, trying to justify our spending but she was right and the dress was perfect for her. “Take the dress off and I’ll re-hang it and take it to the till, then get dressed and we’ll continue on - we’re on a roll.”

    
“OK.”

  
“You sure this is the one. It’s the first shop we’ve been in. We can look at some other shops and come back?”

  
“No this is the one, babe - sometimes you just know don’t you. I suppose a bit like with men. You can shop around, keep going back to the same one, keep trying it on, unzipping it, it never really being right and then all of a sudden you walk into a place, see one and know that they will fit you perfectly, without even getting naked.”

    
I smile at her fairytale analogy. “And that they’ll be a staple in your wardrobe for ever and a day- like some Misery serial killer.”

    
“Oh bugger off - you know what I mean.”

  
I know exactly what she means. I take the dress and pay for it using Nathan’s Visa, then explain to Abby as she exits the changing room that the tab has been settled by a secret admirer. I practically have to drag her out of the store before she manages to stop me and demands to know who?

“Lucia Amelia, tell me who bought me this dress - right this second!” her foot hits the ground with a childlike stromp, which makes me grin and give in immediately.

    
“Nathan.”

    
“Nathan’s here?”

“Nope - just his plastic. He gave me his card this morning and asked me to buy you your dress - so I did.”

“Really? OMG. That’s so amazing of him and sooo romantic! Oh, Lu, Na bought me a dress!”