Intrigued and Enchanted (24 page)

“Not yet baby. You still have to undress me.” I don’t need to be told twice. I’m desperate to feel his warm taught skin against mine. I make short work of pulling his T-shirt over his head before slowly undoing the buttons of his fly. I hold his burning gaze as I lower his jeans and Calvin Klein’s to the floor. I know what he wants by the look in his eyes, and it’s exactly what I want to give him.

“Open your mouth sweet girl. Clasp your hands behind your back.” A shot of fire races straight to my core at his words and I do as he asks, licking my lips in anticipation. Dominant Brandon is back and I want every hard, throbbing inch of him.

He takes a firm grip of my hair, guiding his beautiful cock into my mouth. I greedily lap at his swollen crest, licking the dew drop of pre-cum from his silky tip. With no control of my hands I hum my delight, inviting Brandon to move deeper. He drops his head back shouting my name as I take him to the back of my throat.

“Fuck…Lily. Your mouth is so fucking sweet.” I work him along his shaft, running my tongue up and down the length of him, letting my teeth graze his hard length as I move back and forth; hollowing my cheeks to suck him a little harder and a little faster. He grabs my head with both hands, pumping in and out of me, taking control with his punishing rhythm. I give myself over to the heady sensation I feel pleasuring Brandon in this way, watching him come apart under my ministrations; flicking my tongue over his engorged head on each thrust.

I feel the surge as Brandon finds his release, his hot salty cum shooting down my throat. I milk every drop from him before he stills my head, his body absorbing the pleasure. He’s hard in my mouth when he rasps his command.

“Get up and bend over the bed. Spread your legs wide for me.” I stand on shaky legs and make my way over to the four-poster bed. I bend over, spreading my legs, holding onto the bed frame to steady myself.

“I could look at you forever, Lily. You’re so fucking pretty. Everything about you, your face, your tits, your tight little ass and that slick, pink pussy just begging for me to taste it.” He drops to his knees behind me, grabs my thighs and parts my folds, running his palm up the length of me before teasing my clit with his fingers. He slides his fingers back down and rams two fingers inside me.

“So fucking wet. I fucking love that about you Lily. You’re always ready for me.” He pumps his fingers in and out until I’m panting his name, eager to reach my own release. He pulls out of me abruptly before devouring me with his tongue, the scruff of his chin adding to the intense pleasure he rips from my body.

He holds my legs steady as they begin to tremble, the familiar build of an explosive orgasm coiling in my core. He places open-mouthed kisses along my folds, suckling my tender flesh into his mouth. When I think my legs are going to give way underneath me, Brandon holds me firmly around the waist with one strong, muscled arm, his hand splayed on my stomach. He begins to flick his tongue vigorously over my clit before thrusting three fingers inside me, thrusting together with his tongue in a glorious rhythm, pushing me higher and higher until I detonate around his fingers and his mouth.

I writhe against his face, ridding out the aftershocks of my orgasm, enjoying the almost painful sensitivity of my skin against his scruff. He finally lets me slump onto the bed, turning me round to lie on my back. As he crawls over my body I can see my arousal dripping from his chin. He has the sexiest look on his face as he locks eyes with me, and wipes it with the back of his hand, a sensual grin spreading across his lips.

“I’m not done with you yet Miss Pritchard.” He captures my mouth with his.

“Are you mine Miss Pritchard?” I know the answer to this question without hesitation - absolutely and irrevocably.

“Yes. I’m yours Mr Redgrave. Only yours. Always.” He slams into me, every delectable, hard as steel, inch of him. My body was made for him.

“Mine. Sweet girl. Fucking Mine. Every sweet inch of your body belongs to me.” His words together with his relentless thrusting whips both of us into a frenzied, fierce and extremely intense release, screaming each other’s names as we spiral out of control together.

Brandon curls me up in his warm embrace and shifts us up the bed until he can move us under the sumptuous sheets, wrapping us back in our little bubble. We drift into a peaceful sleep in each other’s arms, our limbs tangled, and our hearts beating together as one.

21

Tuesday morning I awake in our picture perfect bedroom to the tranquil sound of Brandon’s even breaths as he lies sleeping next to me. He truly is a sight to behold. I don’t think I will ever tire of looking at him, appreciating his beautiful body, but more so, marvelling at the beauty that radiates from within. I am irreversibly changed, forever his, body mind and soul.

I take the opportunity to run my fingers gently through his hair, memorising every striking feature. I’ve been bursting to tell him how I feel, but a part of me is still scared to put my heart on the line. I let the words slip from my lips in a whispered confession as my Adonis lays dreaming.

“I’m so in love with you Brandon. I always will be.” I place a gentle kiss on his lips before sliding quietly out of the bed to run a bubble bath.

The tub is deep and almost full to the brim when Brandon peeks around the door, his face sleepy and adorable, and his morning hard-on standing proud.

“You really are excited about this bath.” I say with a chuckle.

“I’m definitely excited about sharing this bath with you sweet girl.” As I turn off the faucet Brandon picks me up and steps into the tub, setting us both down into the mass of bubbles.

“Holy Fuck woman. Are you trying to roast my balls off? Get the cold water on.” That makes me giggle. I thought everyone loved the lobster bath – when you come out a bright shade of red all over because the water is scolding hot! Apparently not.

“Sorry honey. I always have my baths like this.” I lean away from him to turn on the faucet and get a slap on my very red ass for my troubles.

“Damn you have a fine ass. I’d like it better if I was the one turning it a nice shade of red.” Did he just say what I think he said? Does Brandon want to spank me? Why am I so turned on by that? When the bath is a better temperature for Brandon’s delicate balls, I cosy back against his chest, at a loss for a reply to his ass comment.

“Are you ok baby?” He rests his arms over my shoulders.

“Just thinking about what you said. Wondering if it means what I think it means.” He looks a little shocked that I’ve actually called him on this.

“You never cease to amaze me Miss Pritchard. You are correct. I did mean that I would love to spank your tight little ass and watch how you writhe on my lap, wet between your legs, aroused but not understanding why.” I can feel my face flush at his words.

“I would never do that unless you wanted it Lily. It’s for pleasure not pain. Don’t worry baby. I will never do anything to you that you don’t want. I promise.” He nuzzles into my neck and I instantly relax, knowing that he only wants to give me pleasure. I feel shy as I speak, glad that I’m facing away from him as I say it.

“I would let you spank me Brandon. I would let you do anything to me. I trust you.” He instantly twists me around looking deep into my eyes, looking for a hint that I don’t mean what I just said. I hold his gaze, assured that he won’t hurt me. Without a word he licks the seam of my lips, seeking permission, and I give it whole-heartedly, parting my lips to allow his tongue entrance to explore and claim me with his kiss.

After we dirty each other up in the bath we end up taking a shower before getting ready to head out into the city. Today is the day that I finally visit The Globe theatre and I am truly excited. I feel like a kid at Christmas, the anticipation is killing me. I’m choking the life out of Brandon’s hand as we head out of the hotel into the sweet summer air. It’s a beautiful day for an adventure with the one you love. I just have to tell him…when he’s awake…and can hear me. I’m a chicken. I know.

We skip breakfast in the hotel in favour of grabbing something on our travels. A quick Starbucks and we’re on route to my Mecca.

“You’re so adorable when you’re excited baby.” He pulls me into his side, snaking his arm around my waist. I’m practically jumping up and down as we cross the Millennium Bridge. I stop dead in my tracks when The Globe comes into view. I’m frozen to the spot, overwhelmed with emotion. I can’t hold in the tears that well in my eyes, spilling down my cheeks.

“This is supposed to be a happy moment Lily. What’s wrong?” He wipes the tears from my cheeks as I try to explain.

“These
are
happy tears. I just can’t believe that I’m actually here. It always seemed like a dream that would never happen. Thank you so much Brandon.” I bury my head in his chest, feeling silly for my outburst. Brandon leads me the rest of the way to the entrance. I savour the moment as we enter, taking in everything around me, trying to soak it into my pores.

It is truly breath-taking – It’s everything I thought it would be and more. We spend hours wandering around, reading all about Shakespeare and this phenomenal theatre. Brandon disappears for five minutes while I steep myself in the history of the ultimate playwright. When he returns he pulls a silk scarf from his pocket and without a word covers my eyes. Taking my hand in his, he leads me away from the exhibition area – to where, I don’t know.

After a few minutes of Brandon walking me around blindfolded, he stops me, brushing his hands down my arms before placing a tender kiss on my lips. He makes no move to remove the blindfold.

“Lily. I want to you trust me and leave the blindfold on for a moment.” I nod my agreement.

“From the moment you came crashing into my life, nothing has been the same for me. You’ve given me something I thought I would never have. I want things with you that I haven’t wanted in a long time. You’ve made me face my fears and replaced them with hope for the future. I want to give you the world Lily, but I’ll start with The Globe. I love you Lily Pritchard.”

He gently removes the blindfold from my eyes, but I don’t see anything around me. All I see is Brandon. The man that just told me he loves me. The connection between us as we gaze into each other’s eyes is electric; sizzling between us, waiting to explode with the brilliance and beauty of fireworks.

Brandon gently cups my face before lowering his lips to mine. I have
never
been kissed like this. The tender passion, the gentle intensity, the
love
conveyed through a single kiss, astounds me and humbles me at the same time, awe-inspiring in its purity. When I open my eyes again we are standing in the middle of The Globe itself.

“I love you Brandon. So much it’s a physical ache in my chest.” The smile that lights up his face as I speak is magnificent. He lifts me off the ground and spins me round in the centre of the wooden O, a laugh of sheer joy escaping us both. As he sets me down his face becomes serious.

“I’ve wanted to tell you that since the moment I met you Lily. Until now there has never been a time and a place that seemed worthy of you. It feels so amazing to say it out loud. I fucking love you Lily Pritchard.” We stand lost in our Globe bubble for what seems like an eternity, kissing and nibbling, absorbing this moment, committing it to memory.

“Say it again Lily. I want to hear you say it.” Brandon’s whispered plea tugs at my heart and I gladly oblige.

“I’m so in love with you Brandon Redgrave. I love you.” He captures me in a hungry kiss, claiming me as his own.

“I need to make love to you Lily. Let me take you back to the hotel, back to bed, and let me show you how much I love you.”

“I’m all yours.” It’s all I need to say. Brandon promptly finds the exit and before I can take a breath he has hailed a black hackney cab. As we ride back to the hotel, Brandon continuously lifts our interlaced fingers to his lips, kissing my fingers one at a time, dipping his tongue to make the briefest contact with my skin. My body is aglow, ready to make love, ready to connect to the other half of my soul.

We don’t leave the hotel for the rest of the day, ordering in room service and delighting in each other’s bodies into the early hours of Wednesday morning. I think the sun is up by the time Brandon and I collapse in a sated tangle of limbs on the bed. I will never get enough of him. No amount of time with Brandon will ever be enough for me to have my fill of him.

22

We spend the first half of Wednesday catching up on sleep, but as soon as I open my eyes, molten blue eyes are staring back at me. Brandon has been watching me sleep. God I hope I wasn’t snoring or drooling.

“Morning sweet girl. I have a surprise for you today.” I can tell he’s going to draw it out so I don’t even bother asking him to tell me.

“Excellent. I’m sure whatever it is will be great.” I think he’s surprised that I’m not probing him for more information.

“What would you like to do today Miss Pritchard?” He starts tracing his finger in circles around my belly button.

“I don’t mind, I’m easy.” I catch the mischief in his eye as soon as the words leave my mouth.

“Oh, I
know
you are sweetheart. It’s one of the reasons I love you.” Cheeky and sweet in one sentence. I never stood a chance against him, did I? We don’t make it out of the room until dinner time when Brandon insists we head out for my surprise.

We have a lovely dinner in a trendy Chinese restaurant right in the centre of the city, before Brandon takes me to a great little bar. It’s cosy, really modern and has a great stage for live music. The place is packed and there’s a great vibe; there must be a band playing tonight.

That’s when it dawns on me.

“Are we here to see a band?” Brandon nods his head slowly as he takes a swig of his bottle of Staropramen.

“Cool.” He has a cheeky grin on his face. He knows the band that’s playing.

“Is it a band I’ve heard of?” He nods, leaning down to my ear.

“Flaming Embers are playing here tonight.” Oh. My. God.

“How did you know they’re my favourite British band? I love their debut album. Brandon this is amazing. I’m so excited.” As the words leave my mouth, the crowd around us erupts at the commotion on stage. Brandon pulls my back against his chest, protecting me from the crowd and positioning me for a perfect view of the band. The lead singer pulls the microphone to his lips.