on hers, his light kisses, now to her cheeks, were far from the kiss she had been expecting.
When he placed a hand on her stomach, Kate brought up her knees. “What are you doing?”
“I need to balance.”
“One kiss,” she reminded him.
“This is one kiss.” Isaak rained kisses down her neck as his hand on her stomach exerted slight pressure. “This,” Isaak said, between tiny kisses that moved up to her ear, “is how I would kiss my new bride if I were about to take her back to bed…”
Her panties were wet, her breasts felt too big for her bra, Isaak was making her dizzy and then suddenly he stopped and sat up.
“Let’s go.” He stood and offered his hand and helped her up.
Her lips were all achy for he had denied them his touch. Her sex felt twitchy and swollen, and her stomach nursed an injured grudge for it wanted the hand holding hers back there. As they started to walk, her mind was going to places it never had been before, and as he led her to the hotel, for a moment there she wanted his bed, wanted that to be where this was leading.
“I think they would have got their shot,” Isaak said, dropping her hand the moment they stepped into the elevator. “Well done.”
She hadn’t been acting though.
*
When she stepped into the hotel room, there on the bed were her pearls.
“Oh.” It was beautiful, one long simple strand. “Thank you.”
She wondered if he might make a move, resume their kiss perhaps but Isaak was yawning from a mixture of sun and no sleep the previous night.
“I’m going to have a lie-down before dinner.” He kicked off his shoes. “What are you going to do?”
“I might read.”
“Enjoy,” Isaak said as he lay on the bed. “Can you put the don’t disturb sign on the door.”
The sign didn’t work.
Well, it might have kept the staff out and Isaak, who fell asleep in a matter of a moment, might not have been disturbed but Kate was.
Or was she just unsettled?
The sofa held about as much appeal as her book and the feel of him in the room, the beautiful sight of him relaxed in sleep had Kate on tender edge.
She wanted to go over there, to climb up on the high bed and join him, to curl into that lithe body, to lower her lips and get the kiss he had just denied.
She sat quietly with her own revelation.
Kate didn’t want to be The Last English Virgin anymore.
Chapter 7
“T he black one!”
Kate, wrapped in a bathrobe, having just had a shower, was looking through her purchases and deciding what to wear for dinner when Isaak awoke.
Unseen by Kate he watched her holding the black velvet dress up against her and looking in the mirror and then she put it back before taking out a rather more demure grey dress.
“The black one’s a bit much for dinner!” Kate said but Isaak disagreed.
“Not when you’re eating here. If I have to wear a suit and tie, the least you can do is wear that dress with pearls.”
“I’ve had my shower,” Kate said instead of agreeing. “If you want the bathroom.”
“Sosed,” Isaak said as he stepped into the shower, for they were like flatmates sharing the facilities while dodging around the other. God, but he wanted her in here with him.
Isaak decided to take care of the rather obvious need as he soaped up his hardening cock, but for a man who was usually shameless, her revulsion last night at his crude suggestion put a dampener on things and instead he showered quickly and stepped out.
Christ, was he growing a conscience?
Tomorrow she had her spa day, Isaak thought, and decided to leave things till then.
“What time’s the booking?” Kate asked, trying not to notice how gorgeous he looked as he stepped out in fresh black underwear.
Last night she had been so distressed that she had paid no attention to his body.
She was trying not to pay attention to it now.
He was incredibly lithe, his skin pale, accentuating the dark red of his nipples. There was just a smattering of chest hair, but it was a much lower
When he placed a hand on her stomach, Kate brought up her knees. “What are you doing?”
“I need to balance.”
“One kiss,” she reminded him.
“This is one kiss.” Isaak rained kisses down her neck as his hand on her stomach exerted slight pressure. “This,” Isaak said, between tiny kisses that moved up to her ear, “is how I would kiss my new bride if I were about to take her back to bed…”
Her panties were wet, her breasts felt too big for her bra, Isaak was making her dizzy and then suddenly he stopped and sat up.
“Let’s go.” He stood and offered his hand and helped her up.
Her lips were all achy for he had denied them his touch. Her sex felt twitchy and swollen, and her stomach nursed an injured grudge for it wanted the hand holding hers back there. As they started to walk, her mind was going to places it never had been before, and as he led her to the hotel, for a moment there she wanted his bed, wanted that to be where this was leading.
“I think they would have got their shot,” Isaak said, dropping her hand the moment they stepped into the elevator. “Well done.”
She hadn’t been acting though.
*
When she stepped into the hotel room, there on the bed were her pearls.
“Oh.” It was beautiful, one long simple strand. “Thank you.”
She wondered if he might make a move, resume their kiss perhaps but Isaak was yawning from a mixture of sun and no sleep the previous night.
“I’m going to have a lie-down before dinner.” He kicked off his shoes. “What are you going to do?”
“I might read.”
“Enjoy,” Isaak said as he lay on the bed. “Can you put the don’t disturb sign on the door.”
The sign didn’t work.
Well, it might have kept the staff out and Isaak, who fell asleep in a matter of a moment, might not have been disturbed but Kate was.
Or was she just unsettled?
The sofa held about as much appeal as her book and the feel of him in the room, the beautiful sight of him relaxed in sleep had Kate on tender edge.
She wanted to go over there, to climb up on the high bed and join him, to curl into that lithe body, to lower her lips and get the kiss he had just denied.
She sat quietly with her own revelation.
Kate didn’t want to be The Last English Virgin anymore.
Chapter 7
“T he black one!”
Kate, wrapped in a bathrobe, having just had a shower, was looking through her purchases and deciding what to wear for dinner when Isaak awoke.
Unseen by Kate he watched her holding the black velvet dress up against her and looking in the mirror and then she put it back before taking out a rather more demure grey dress.
“The black one’s a bit much for dinner!” Kate said but Isaak disagreed.
“Not when you’re eating here. If I have to wear a suit and tie, the least you can do is wear that dress with pearls.”
“I’ve had my shower,” Kate said instead of agreeing. “If you want the bathroom.”
“Sosed,” Isaak said as he stepped into the shower, for they were like flatmates sharing the facilities while dodging around the other. God, but he wanted her in here with him.
Isaak decided to take care of the rather obvious need as he soaped up his hardening cock, but for a man who was usually shameless, her revulsion last night at his crude suggestion put a dampener on things and instead he showered quickly and stepped out.
Christ, was he growing a conscience?
Tomorrow she had her spa day, Isaak thought, and decided to leave things till then.
“What time’s the booking?” Kate asked, trying not to notice how gorgeous he looked as he stepped out in fresh black underwear.
Last night she had been so distressed that she had paid no attention to his body.
She was trying not to pay attention to it now.
He was incredibly lithe, his skin pale, accentuating the dark red of his nipples. There was just a smattering of chest hair, but it was a much lower
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