Starr Fated (35 page)

Now it was
Sera’s turn to sit back in her chair and fold her arms as a defence
against at my questioning.

We’d had a
very brief Skype conversation on the matter after she’d had her
appointment, but I wanted to know more. Contraception was a matter
I took very seriously, and as this was obviously all new to
Seraphina, I felt it was my responsibility to make sure she’d made
the best choice.

“I already
told you. I’ve just started taking the pill, and it takes seven
days to fully kick in,” Sera frowned she fiddled with the edge of
the tablecloth, seeming to resent my interest.

“Yes, but
which one? The mini pill?”

“No, the
combined pill.”

“But aren’t
there fewer health risks associated with the mini pill?”

“Health risks
are not really an issue for someone my age in good health. For me,
it’s far more important that the combined pill is more effective at
preventing pregnancy – over 99% if taken at the same time, every
day. Yes, Liam, I did my homework before I went, and the doctor was
very helpful and informative as well,” she informed me archly.

“I see. So how
are you going to remember to take it?”

“Trust me, I
have that all planned out. I take it first thing in the morning
when my alarm goes off, then I have two extra reminders set to make
sure I haven’t forgotten it,” she informed me.

“I'm
impressed,” I commented. That’s exactly how I would have suggested
she organise things, with nothing left to chance.

“Liam, what
you need to understand is that I was an unplanned baby - my mother
got pregnant with me when she was only eighteen. All my life I’ve
had to live with the fact that she had to give up all her hopes and
dreams to have me, and I can assure you I have no intention of
history repeating itself with an unplanned pregnancy for me. ”

“I'm very
pleased to hear it. But I take it maybe you’ll want to have kids
one day?”

“Not any time
soon, that’s for sure. Maybe when I'm in my mid thirties and my
biological clock starts ticking I might feel differently,” she
shrugged at me. “But I'm quite happy to leave all the procreating
side of things to Aoife and Sean, and just be a doting aunty.
They’d love to start a family.”

“So what’s
stopping them?”

“Money, of
course. They want to move to a proper house because they don’t
think the flat above the shop is really the right place to raise a
family, but unfortunately property in Kinsale does not come
cheap.”

“What exactly
is it they do? Isn’t their business doing very well?” I asked.

“Sean is a
very talented Silversmith, and they sell his work in their shop.
They do very well with the tourists in the summer, but what profit
they make has to see them through the quiet winter period. I’ve
suggested they set up their own website to sell his pieces to a
wider market all year round, but they don’t really have either the
time or the expertise to do it, or the funds to pay someone to do
it for them,” she explained.

“I agree
that’d be a very sensible option for them to explore, so they
really need to take the time to make it happen.”

“Yes, but
that’s easier said than done sometimes isn’t it? The other thing I
think would really help is if they could get themselves featured in
a glossy magazine to generate some publicity with the right kind of
affluent market, because Aoife’s designs combined with Sean’s
craftsmanship mean the pieces really are very good indeed,”
Seraphina told me enthusiastically. “I've asked if Abbey would
consider using some of their pieces on the models in her fashion
showcase, because all sorts of designers come along to spot the up
and coming talented designers, and that might give them the break
they need.

“Behind that
beautiful face you’ve got quite a shrewd business brain, haven’t
you?” I sat back and looked at her.

“This may come
as somewhat of a surprise to you, Liam, but it is possible to be a
female and have a brain as well,” she replied witheringly.

“I’ll admit,
it’s a whole new concept to me,” I joked, as I held my hands up.
“I’ve told you, Sera, you’re opening up my eyes in so many ways.
Blame my upbringing. It seems neither of us exactly had
conventional upbringings, did we? How old were you when your
parents died? ”

“Just a baby
when my father died. Eighteen when my mother was killed,” she
sighed, as she suddenly looked incredibly sad.

“That must
have been very hard for you.” I reached over and took her hand in
mine to squeeze it.

“Yes, but like
you, I really don’t want to delve into all that now. No point in
spoiling our first date by getting sad and morbid,” she shook
herself and smiled back at me. “Although of course I’ve managed to
sabotage things anyway by freaking out like a loony in The
Shard.”

“Well, it
certainly gave us something to talk about to break the ice didn't
it?” I grinned. “Have you finished? Would you like coffee, or shall
I get the bill?”

We’d
effortlessly talked our way through the meal, a bottle of wine and
dessert, and it was actually quite late now.

“No, I’m fine
at the moment. Why don’t we have coffee when we get back instead?”
she suggested. “I don’t suppose you’re going to let me go halves on
the bill, are you?”

I just shot
her a scornful look, then rang Greg to let him know where to pick
us up from before I settled the bill.

“Thank you,
Liam. I've had a really lovely evening.” She reached up to kiss my
cheek as we stood up to leave.

“Me too, but
it’s not over yet.” I returned her kiss, immediately aroused by
this brief contact between us. “My place or yours for coffee?”

“Technically,
they’re both yours,” Sera pointed out. “But I admit I'm very
curious to see inside your place.”

“Mine it is
then,” I agreed.

~*~

I couldn’t
remember an evening I'd enjoyed as much as our first date in a very
long time. I think the fact that Seraphina had her panic attack
actually brought us closer together, because she’d felt able to
rely on me to help her through it, and it had made her open up to
me perhaps more than she might have otherwise, especially as I
suspected she probably felt less inhibited in the restaurant we
finally ended up in.

“My apartment
is on the top floor – are you going to be okay with that?” I joked
as we approached the lift.

“I told you,
it was only because we were totally surrounded by glass that I was
affected at The Shard. You didn't see me reacting badly in your
office when I pitched to you, did you?” she asked me.

“No, I would
never have suspected you had any kind of an issue with heights,” I
agreed.

“But if you
have some sort of balcony in your place, I probably won’t be
venturing near the edge of that.”

“I have a roof
top terrace, but I think we’ll give that a miss tonight, don’t
you?” I smiled down at her.

“Probably
best,” she agreed, as we stepped in the lift and headed up.

“Your place
has virtually the same plain décor as your office,” Seraphina
commented as we entered the lounge area. I’d led her up the spiral
staircase from the hallway, having shown her where the bathroom was
on the way in. While she was occupied in there, I took the
opportunity to hang up my jacket, remove my tie and undo the top
couple of buttons of my shirt.

“Yes, because
that’s the type of décor I prefer.”

“Don’t you
find it rather boring to have it all the same?”

“No, I find it
restful and calming.”

“Each to their
own, I guess,” she murmured.

“What would
you like to drink? Coffee, tea, or something stronger?” I asked, as
I headed for the kitchen.

“No more
alcohol for me after the wine we had earlier. Just some tea,
please. Earl Grey if you have it.” She followed me and sat herself
on one of the stools by the breakfast bar

“You're not a
big drinker then?”

“No. You saw
for yourself what happened after just a couple of large cocktails
at the club that time. First I start dancing and singing very
loudly, then if I continue drinking, I suddenly fall asleep. It’s
all very embarrassing, so I prefer not to drink very much. I only
had a glass of wine tonight to keep you company after you specially
got Greg to drive so you could drink. I really like that about you,
that you never drink and drive.”

“Really? What
else do you like about me?” I leaned over her to put her drink down
beside her, and then slowly eased myself between her legs where she
was sat on the high bar stool, and pulled her arms up around my
neck as I stood there. Now we were nearer in height to each
other.

“Umm…let’s
see. I like how blue your eyes are,” she whispered as she gently
touched her fingers either side of them. I closed my eyes as her
touch seemed to spark against my skin.

“Anything
else?”

“I love the
way your hair feels very soft and yet very spiky at the same time,”
she murmured as she ran her fingers through it.

“Is that
it?”

“I like the
shape of your mouth, and even the little scar you have here.” She
slowly outlined my lips with her index finger, coming to rest on my
scar. By now my heart rate was pounding, and I had such an immense
hard-on that it hurt.

“You’re very
observant, Seraphina,” I whispered. I started placing little soft
kisses along her jaw line. Her breathing was erratic as she tilted
her head to one side to let me continue my trail of kisses behind
her ear. “There are lots of things I like about you too.”

“What do you
like, Liam?”

“Where to
start? I love how wonderfully soft your skin is, especially just
here.” I kissed the erogenous area just behind her ear, making her
moan softly.

“And I’ve
already told you I've never seen such beautiful emerald green eyes
before.” I kissed her eyelids and felt her shiver. Her face was so
close to mine that I could feel her breath against my cheek.

“And you have
the most kissable lips I have ever seen,” I murmured. I gently
kissed her while I ran my hands up her long bare legs, easing them
up around me. Her dress rode up, and even through our clothes, I
could feel her soft warmth pressed right against my cock.

“Oh God Liam,
I want you so much.” As she slowly rubbed herself against my
hardness, she started kissing me.

“I want you
too, my little Angel.” I kissed her back, gently biting and sucking
her bottom lip and teasing her with the tip of my tongue.

“We…we don’t
have to wait. You must have some condoms…” she whispered
breathlessly, kissing my chest as she slid her hands inside my
shirt once she’d undone the buttons.

Her small
hands were soft and warm as they ran over my skin, and my
imagination went into overdrive imagining what they’d feel like
holding and stroking my cock. But I mentally took a quick cold
shower. I had to pace myself and keep in control for things to work
out as I planned. I mustn't push her too far, too soon and run the
risk of her freaking out on me. Seraphina was far too special and
too precious to risk ruining everything for a few minutes of
selfish carnal pleasure.

“Oh, no, when
I make love to you for the first time, it’s going to be a really
special occasion, we’re certainly not going to rush into it by
accident. And no condoms; we’re going to wait until you’re fully
protected by the pill,” I chuckled, delighted by her enthusiasm and
responsiveness.

“But Liam…”
she protested.

“Doesn't mean
we can't have some fun in the meantime.” I slowly undid the buttons
on the front of her dress. “There is so much I can teach you before
we get to that stage. That’s as long as you’re happy to continue?
You only have to say the word, and I’ll stop immediately. You do
know that, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Neither of us
is going to get fully naked until it’s agreed that we’re ready to
go ahead and make love, and that’ll be your call, not mine. Even
then, you can change your mind right at the very last moment, but
I'm hoping that won’t be the case, because I'm planning to get you
to the point where you want to make love every bit as much as I
do.”

“Right, so is
this a ‘save the best for last’ kind of thing. Like teenagers
making out?”

“That’s it,
yes. We’re going to take our time while I show you what your body
craves, persuade you and tempt you and seduce you with pleasure and
desire, all without even getting fully naked.”

“Liam, you
make it sound so… sexy… and… dirty and… freaking hot.”

“Then we’re
already half way there,” I smiled.

I needed
Seraphina to want me as much as I wanted her. I wanted her to be
begging me to make love to her, not to be nervous or apprehensive,
and although it was going to take every ounce of my self control,
it was going to be an incredibly erotic journey getting to that
point. I wanted, I needed to bind her to me as strongly as I
possibly could, so I planned to use every seductive trick I knew to
make it impossible for her to ever leave me.

This is what I
felt driven to do. Not to just seek selfish, meaningless, sexual
release as I always had up to now, but to create another far higher
level of shared pleasure with Seraphina. To conjoin us, to meld us
together in such a powerful orgy of mental as well as physical
sexual ecstasy that no one would ever be able to break the link we
shared, not even when we were apart.

I needed to
cast as strong a spell over her as she had cast over me, so that
she craved me as much as I craved her. I wanted thoughts of me to
fill her every waking and sleeping moment. I needed to dominate her
physically and mentally with need for me, for my body, and my body
alone to fulfil the desperate needs that I was going to create
within her.

I took a long
lingering look at where her dress was undone to reveal the lacy
white bra that contained her perfect soft round breasts, which were
heaving because she was so aroused.