Happy Hour (A Romantic Comedy)

Chapter 27

I feel like I'm floating. My vision is hazy and every nerve in my body is on high alert as he kisses me, his fingers lightly circling against me as I  shamelessly try to press myself against them, and moan against his mouth.

"Fuck," he mutters, pushing me onto my back, hovering above me. "That sound you just made is such a turn-on." He drags his lips down my neck and nips me lightly with his teeth, making me moan again. "I could listen to that all day."

I would happily make it all day if he keeps touching me the way he is. I don't want this to end and we've only just started.

Honestly, I have only slept with a handful of guys in my life and it's been mostly… functional. If I get an orgasm as part of it, it's been a bonus that makes it worth it. It's never excited me like this though. 

I'm half hanging out of my dress, my pants soaking, and Chris is still fully dressed. I try to reach for the bottom of his t-shirt, to try and get access to some bare skin, but he grabs my wrist and holds it tight, pushing it gently above my head. "Not yet," he murmurs breathlessly. "I want to take care of you first." He intensifies the pressure down below, slipping my pants further to the side.

Music to my ears. It only takes a few more minutes before I let go and buck against him, whimpering.

"You're so fucking wet," he growls into my mouth.

I was before he even put his hand down there.

Now it's go time. I help him slip off his clothes and good God, he's glorious naked. In a frenzied few moments my pants and dress somehow come off too, I'm barely aware of it happening. Next thing I know I have one leg wrapped around him, pulling him closer as he thrusts into me, his eyes gleaming, and this time I'm the one hissing obscenities into his ear. Causing him to moan. It's intoxicating. He's addictive.

He lasts about as long as did, a valiant effort, before collapsing on top of me. "I held out as long as I could," he laughs ruefully, his eyes rapidly returning to their original colour. "Next time I'll make sure it lasts longer."

Next time. I sigh at the promise in his voice.

We have to get dressed again eventually as dinner is included as part of my trip and it would be poor form not to turn up for it. I feel like everybody else in the hotel restaurant knows we've just rolled out of bed though. But that might be just because it feels like all my senses are heightened. It's amazing what a great orgasm can do for you, that's all I can say.

I look up at Chris from behind my menu, suddenly feeling shy that he's witnessed me probably at my most vulnerable. It's almost like I'm still naked in front of him.

His eyes flicker up and stare straight into mine. For the briefest of seconds, pure lust flashes in them, turning them dark again, and my insides tighten involuntarily. Then they soften and a wide smile spreads across his beautiful face. "You okay?" he asks. All I can do is nod wordlessly. "What are you going to have?"

You on a plate? I swallow that answer down.

 I have no idea. The words on the menu barely make sense to me anymore. I feel drunk and I've only had two sips of wine so far.

I decide on a goats cheese starter and a fancier take on chicken Balmoral as my main. Chris has the haggis bon bons and the lamb rump. I only really remember this as I've taken photos of the food and the menu on my phone camera so I can use it for my post and made a couple of notes about it.  The food is amazing but I barely register it. 

Maybe it isn't such a good idea to take a boyfriend, potential or otherwise, on one of these trips if I want to keep my wits about me. Or perhaps maybe just not have amazing sex right before dinner that totally throws me off my game?