I Want (6 page)

They went back to their box before
the interval was at an end, wanting to settle in with time to spare, so they could
continue to talk in relative privacy about the quality of the music and dance.

As the second act started, and in the
dim darkness, William allowed his fingers to tease and caress her inner thighs
through the delicate material, starting at her knees and slowly working his way
up to the pubic area.

Shy that the occupants of the neighbouring
box might see them, Elle moved his hand away, and gave him a forbidding gaze,
but William just smiled innocently and returned his hand to his earlier task,
after a short interval. She sighed at his persistence, but allowed herself to
enjoy the sensations all the same, as his caresses started to quicken in rhythm,
her legs parted slightly spontaneously, and her head fell back releasing a soft
moan from her throat.

His fingertips continued their persuasive
stokes bringing her slowly to a shuddering climax, biting her lower lips to
stop herself from announcing her pleasure loudly to people surrounding them.

With her breathing coming less ragged,
she allowed herself to lean closer to him and said softly, "you are
extremely naughty, Mr. Dexter" and tapped his own thigh with her programme
in playful punishment.

Feigning shock, he said, "Miss
Benedict, how can you say such a thing?"

Elle did not reply, but placed her
own hand high on his leg, her fingers intentionally grazing his nether regions repeatedly
until his bulging hardness strained uncomfortably against the material of his
suit. As she noted a light gasp of breath escaping his mouth, she ceased
touching him. He tried to pull her hand back, as he craved relief to his
predicament, but she resisted; casting him a teasing evil grin she left him in
no doubt who had won the first round of the game.

He pouted, but they continued through
the show with no more distractions.

As the lights came up, he stood and
helped her to her feet. Kissing her on the cheek, he whispered good-humouredly,
“Looking forward to the next round.”

Laughing, they stepped from the box
and out of the building.

This time there were the familiar photographers
waiting, a few of them shouting their names, trying to capture their attention.
Random flashes of light temporarily dazzling Elle, causing William to tighten
his arm around Elle's waist possessively, as he noticed her hesitation. His
security manager and two others were waiting at the bottom of the steps,
keeping any following photographers at a safe distance, as the couple swiftly
strode to their waiting car, a short distance away.

Once safely at the car, William checked
she was ok.

Nodding she was; they
entered the car and sped back to the boat.

There was already
a table laid in their private dining room, waiting for their return. A single stem
of her favourite flower stood in the vase, placed on the centre of the small
table.

"This is lovely,"
Elle said, as William pulled back the chair for her.

William had made sure
the ship’s kitchen staff had created
a choice
of her favourite dishes. Dinner passed
pleasantly by, the sensual teasing of the ballet still bubbling beneath the
surface during the odd moments of banter.

True to her word,
she had peeled his evening dress suit from his skin slowly, torturing him with the
demand
not to touch her in reciprocation, until she gave the word. That word
did eventually come, and the rest of the night became a blur of passionate murmurs.
 

She awoke to
them lying face to face, on their respective pillows; he was watching her intently,
deep in thought, as he lazily twisted one of her curls around his index finger.
Do I dare to ask her now whilst she is in bed? Should I wait until a more
romantic opportunity? God I just want to get the question out I cannot take the
uncertainty swirling through my head a moment longer; he reasoned with himself.

 "Elle, you have spellbound
me. I love…I love... I love you." He blurted out. 

Elle slid her arms around William's
neck, pulling him in for a kiss. "I love you too, Will." She replied
breathless, her eyes were wide with the astonishment at his sudden declaration,
although pleased that he had said it.

They had continued to kiss deeply for
several minutes, before he broke away from her slightly, his body half on top
of hers. "I want to wake up beside you every day and be able to kiss you
like this: Move in with me."

Elle’s eyes were glazed over with the
heightened passion their kissing had invoked "Oh Will, Yes, yes; I would
love to."

Sliding her hands back up his arms,
and onto his bare shoulders, her fingertips began to trace the outline of his
collarbone, and downwards to his rippling abdominal muscles, rubbing her fingers
over the small tufts of wiry chest hair.

William moaned slightly at her caressing,
leaning into kiss her once more, and allowing his naked upper body to rub
itself, against her breasts her nipples hardening in response.

They kissed eagerly, a fervent heat
building slowly between them. William pulled away first, panting as he started
to slide her negligee straps down her arms, so he could free her breasts.

He moved down the bed slightly, as
he began tracing the outer edge of her nipples with his tongue, before taking their
perkiness in his mouth.

Elle arched her back, pushing herself
against him harder; a shallow gasp of breath exhaled from her. Her own hands
were soon engaged, running gently over his back and neck. Her eyes were closed
as she enjoyed the emotion he caused, as it ran through her body whenever he
touched her like this.

He kissed downwards from her cleavage
to her flat belly, one hand remaining on her breasts, squeezing each of them
gently as he kissed and licked at her soft skin as he wandered lower.

His other hand paused to part her legs,
allowing his sliding body between them, as his tongue and fingers continued on
their slow journey over her yielding flesh, until they reached their destination,
where the top of her thighs met. His erection hardened further at the sight of
her swollen folds glistening with her dewy arousal, probing his tongue in and
out of her entrance, he felt her respond with a shuddering moan. 

As he continued to lap at her swollen
clit, her hands ran through his curly hair, pressing his head closer to her
apex to enhance the exhilaration.

Egged on by the sounds escaping her
throat, he continued on, teasing and rubbing, causing her to writhe desperately
against his touch until she came explosively.

William slid off her, lying on his
side, his head propped up by an arm watching her descend from her pinnacle of orgasm.

A satisfied smile across her face,
Elle knelt down to the side of him and reached for his long shaft standing to attention
between them. Enjoying the feel of his thick girth in her palm, she massaged it
up and down before tilting her head and taking the tip into her mouth and
tasting the pre-cum liquid that had escaped.

Overcome with this sensation of her
hand stroking his cock and balls, he fell on to his back and closed his eyes,
rumbling laments loud with excitement as he revelled in the pleasure she was
creating; the pressure building until he thought he was going to erupt in her
mouth.

In one fluid motion, he pushed her
back onto the mattress and placed himself entirely on top of her. He buried his
face against her neck and plunged his aching erection into her tight core, eager
to repeat last night's mating ritual.

Their rhythm started at a slow, controlled
pace but became increasingly wild as their passion mounted, neither noticing
the headboard slamming against the wall, repeatedly in a tell-tale way.

Elle was clinging breathlessly to William,
as she reached another peak. William was carefully holding on tight to his
release, to prolong her pleasure for as long as he could muster, but it was becoming
increasingly unbearable not to give into the urge.

Stilling his thrusts to calm his ardour,
he pulled out from her tight warmth and started to manoeuvre her into a different
position. Her round arse cheeks raised up as her head leaned downwards, his
hips poised behind her as his erection rubbed against her swollen cleft
teasingly.

He leaned over and pressed his mouth
on her back before entering her wetness again, his hips eagerly starting their
rocking motion. This new position enabling him better access to slide even
deeper within her molten fire.

Gripping her hips, eyes closed, he
pounded away as they both floated away as the same headboard noises proceeded to
echo in the hallway.

Satiated enough, William released Elle
long enough to slip from their large bed, and peer out of one of the porthole
windows in the cabin.

Letting out an excited exclamation,
Elle turned to the half-snoozing William and pulled on his exposed toes to
catch his attention. “Have we moved across the sea? This certainly does not
look like England anymore.”

Through the porthole, she could see
they were moored in a marina that seemed to go on forever, with a massive selection
of other yachts and boats of varying size. 

“What can you see?”

“Just other yachts.”

“Then we have probably reached Monaco.”

“Monaco as where the grand prix is
this weekend?” Her voice hitched up several octaves. William knew it was an unfulfilled
dream of her to attend a Monaco race weekend. She was a diesel fume junkie so
this was her perfect sport.

“Mmm, I believe there is only one Monaco
so I would guess so,” William teased, his eyes still half closed with drowsiness.

Jumping back onto the bed in delight,
she crawled up his body, her legs straddling him as tickled him over submission
over his tease.

Fully awake, William grinned up at
her.

“Thank you for bringing here. The last
two days have been wonderful.”

“You are extremely welcome, baby.”

~~~

The next two days flew by, as Elle experienced
what a few billion in the bank and super yacht in the marina could obtain. As a
small advertising sponsor of one of the racing teams, William and she was
provided with VIP passes to the pit lane and the exclusive areas of the race
concourse.

Despite there being other racing categories
that day, neither was interested in watching anything but the Formula 1 session
in particular.

 Lazing on the yacht when the other
races and qualifying were happening, they had watched the qualifying session on
the first day of the event, and the actual race the following day from within
the confines of the racing team’s garage.

She had even gotten her picture taken
with a couple of her favourite drivers, much to William’s touchiness as Elle
had gone on about it rather a lot.

~~~

They spent ten more days gliding around
the various ports in the South of France and eastern length of Italy. Giving
Elle the opportunity to buy clothing and accessories for her ever-expanding
wardrobe, and William gifting additional pieces of jewellery on her to
compliment her new emerald and diamond bracelet.

Over the next
year, they flitted between William’s house in London and Derbyshire, dependent
upon their business commitments. As Elle’s international career took off, she
spent more and more time away in New York, living in his apartment overlooking
Central Park, causing a decrease in their harmony.

After much discussion, they decided
they had no alternative, but for one of them to cut back on their workload.
Much to Elle’s displeasure, William insisted that it should be her to abandon
her career for the sake of their relationship. They argued for several weeks.
He reasoned that he could not simply cut back when he had few hundred thousand
employees to worry about, and that she was in the better position to select her
assignments to lessen their separation time.

In the end, Elle caved in to William’s
persuasion, and decided to put her relationship first.

With that settled, they discussed the
idea of marriage in vague terms, but never done anything official about it. At
least that is how it appeared to Elle.

But little did she know that it had
taken William ages to find a jewellery designer he was happy to commission such
a pierce to. He had drawn the design for an engagement and wedding ring himself
and was exceedingly particular about what metal, setting and cut it would take.
As part of his inheritance, his mother left him several 10 carat uncut diamonds
to be used for his future wife.

Satisfied that he had found the perfect
jeweller he planned to propose properly once he had completed the latest deal.

In the meanwhile, they were enjoying
trying for a baby. Elle did not want to wait until she was 25 and more prone to
stretch marks. Their sex life was still as adventurous and passionate as the
first time they made love, but the amount had settled down due to his now more
frequent business trips to Italy where he was negotiating this new deal.