Jane
The wedding was finally over, and we were having dinner with Mr. Alexander and Meghan. I was still weak from my undressing session. Emilio's fingers burnt a trail down my back, and I could not help wondering what his touch on my whole body would do. I chose to wear a maxi dress with long sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. The skirt of the dress was flowy and had a slit on the side.
Emilio chose a white t-shirt with a tan chinos and loafers. Needless to say he was looking yummy and I was feeling panicked. I would have to spend the nights in the same room as him. Even though it was a two-bedroom suite, it was difficult to ignore that I would be sleeping so close to him. I was mostly worried about my reaction; at this rate I would not be surprised if I attacked him in his sleep. I slowly chewed my food trying to control my emotions when he whispered into my ears.
"What are you thinking about?" I was startled and looked at him suspiciously. Did I talk loudly? How did he know? He was still looking at me expecting and answer.
"I am just thinking about the palace and the meeting with all your relatives" I lied. He placed his hands on mine and said.
"You will not be alone Jane. I will be with you. I will not let anything happen to you" His voice was tight, and it felt like a promise. The rest of the dinner went in a blur. There were more planning and Mr. Alexander informed us that we will be meeting some security experts tomorrow to do a briefing. I got the picture of a top-secret military missions with security details, a hero and heroine and a villain. The main question remained, who was going to be the villain?
We chatted some more and at a point Emilio yawned. It was obvious that he did not sleep for the past two days working on his presentation. He excused himself and got up handing me his hands. I took his hands without hesitation and after saying good night to Mr. Alexander and Meghan we headed to the room.
With each step we took, I felt a trepidation. I knew Emilio would not ask anything, why would he ask? I was not his type. I was sure he did not feel anything for me. I feared my own reactions. If ever he made the first step, there was no way I would refuse him. As soon as the door closed, I tried to make a dash to my room, but his hands stopped me.
"Where are you going Jane?" he asked closing the space between us.
"To...to my room" I stammered.
"I wanted to talk to you a bit. Why don't we catch a movie?" he proposed.
"Aren't you tired?" I asked.
He smiled and brush some of hair from my face.
"I am but I want to watch a movie with you" I could not refuse him, and I went into my room to get changed. I chose a blue t-shirt and some sweatpants.
He was in sweatpants and a black T-shirt. He looked like he came out of a forbidden scene. His hair was wet and messy and even though he looked tired, he was yummy as hell. I swallowed and joined him on the sofa. He handed me the remote and I knew he wanted me to pick a movie. I chose Independence Day. I knew it was a safe movie. We watched the movie silently and occasionally he would snuggle closer to me and finally I was in his arms resting my head on his chest. I could not concentrate on the movie as his hands were making motions up and down my arm and back. Finally, his hand reached at the bottom of my neck and he said
"I want to see your hair free one day."
I was puzzled and looked at him. It was a mistake. Within seconds his lips found mine. He took me with confidence and under his skillful maneuvered I opened myself to him. My hands were around him and he deepened the kiss. I never thought I could feel this level of desire. There was urgency in his kiss. His hands travelled under my Tshirt and was caressing my back and then my belly.
I felt a pool of heat between my legs. There was a yearning beyond my understanding. My body melted to his and I could not breathe. I did not think oxygen was necessary as I needed him to be closer and for his mouth to continue its erotic dance with mine. Soon I was kissing him back and my stomach had millions of butterflies fluttering around and every one of my nerves seemed to dazzle with electricity.
As his hands reached my breasts, I snapped back to reality breaking our embrace. His eyes were looking at me suspiciously and his breathing was labored as was mine. I tried to gather my thought and needed some distance from him. So, I got up and started to walk towards my room. Soon he was behind me and grabbed my arm.
"Where are you going?" he demanded. I stopped and faced him. It was time to have a real talk with him. What did he really want?
"What are we doing Emilio? Our marriage is fake, did you forget?"