The Interview.

Chapter Nine

Nine

Weeks have passed into a blur of shows, kissing, giggling and a whole lot of love. Almost a month has passed since that night when I was dumped down so cruelly and I’m still so thankful and happy that he changed his mind. I don’t think I’ve ever been as happy as I am now I am with Chris. I love travelling and meeting new people and seeing all the sites in the cities they play in. I really am so fortunate. There’s a whole load of things to think about regarding what’s going to happen when we go home and I expect Chris is going to ask me to move in with him…

Waking up next to Chris once more I count my lucky stars for the billionth time. I stroke a stray blond curl off his forehead and kiss where it has just been. I rest my forehead against his and he slowly blinks to a wake, his big blue eyes open wide in shock and fear, but as soon as he registers where he is and who’s with him, all that worry vanishes and he starts grinning.

“Morning angel” he mumbles before he kisses me gently on the lips.

“Good morning.” I say in reply and smile. “What’s on the agenda today?”

“Uh. Well. We don’t have a show today but we have one tomorrow really far away, so I guess it’s going to be another plane ride.”

“Is it possible to get sick of flying? I never would have thought it was possible but when it’s every other day almost it’s just so boring!”

“I agree. But hey, needs must.”

I look down and bite my lip, nodding in agreement.

“If I don’t get out of bed now, we’re both going to be very.” He leans over and kisses me. “Very” He kisses me again. “Late.” He finishes and kisses me once more before looking into my eyes. I look up at him and see the desire in me reflected inside Chris. I kiss him roughly, he gets the message and starts kissing, licking and nipping at every inch of skin available to him. I’m only too happy to make more of my skin available to him by pulling the duvet down, revealing more skin, which he ravishes too. We’re still naked from last night’s antics. His fingers trace over my breasts and my mind goes completely blank. He takes a nipple in his mouth and swirls his tongue around it. I gasp and writhe in pleasure. He carries on touching me all over. I need more contact, this is the one thing I hate about Chris…he won’t be rushed.

“Fu….ck….me….pl…please.” I choke

My whole body jolts and I gasp as his long, piano player’s fingers slide into me. He smiles at me smugly. He has complete control of me now. He continues to kiss every inch of my skin as his fingers pump in and out of me. He knows when I’m about to come so he slows down, eventually taking them out, never stopping kissing or touching me. I’m about to open my mouth and beg for more as he lines himself up and looks me in the eyes as he slowly enters me. He’s taking it very slowly.

“More!” I gasp

He smiles “Ask nicely”

He’s tormenting me. “Pl…please…har….harder”

He eventually gives in and fucks me harder than he ever has before. Afterwards we lie with everything entangled. Arms, legs, hair.  Suddenly we hear a loud knock at the door. Chris stands up and grabs a towel from the bathroom, still sweaty and breathless he answers the door.

“CHRIS!” it’s Phil

“IT’S ALMOST 2:30 WE ARE LEAVING IN FIVE MINUTES WHERE THE HELL HAVE  YOU BEEN ALL MORNING I WAS ABOUT TO SEND A FUCKING SEARCH PARTY OUT WE HAVE A FUCKING PLANE TO CATCH DO YOU-“

“Phil, mate. Calm down. We’ll be ready.”

“IF YOU’RE NOT IN THE LOBBY IN TEN MINUTES THEN YOU’RE FUCKING GETTING DRIVE-“