14/02/1972
Your POV
Laying on the hotel bed, I watched the clock, waiting for it to hit 1:30 am, as that was the time I'd meet David in his room across the hall.
We have been dating for around a month now but the band still doesn't know, they probably wouldn't approve since David and I have been friends for 2 years and not to mention the fact that he was still legally married. For the past month we've been creeping to each other's bunks late at night and leaving early morning, nighttime was the only time we could openly be intimate without having to hide in small backstage closets or bathrooms.
Although we hadn't done anything extremely sexual as I was still a virgin and he told me he wanted my first time to be special, not only is today our 2 year anniversary since we met but it's Valentine's Day, so I had a strong feeling that tonight is the night.
Counting down the seconds on the clock, I realised the time and walked across the hall, hesitantly knocking on the wooden door of David's hotel room. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach as I anticipated what would happen later tonight.
Soon enough the door opened, David standing there in only a white t-shirt and and black jeans, his silver belt buckle shining in contrast with the plain outfit.
"Hi." He smiled, grabbing my hand and pulling me in, closing the door before kissing me passionately, pressing me against the hard wood. "Hey" I replied back, cheeks blushing red as his soft hands rested on my hips.
He placed a soft kiss on my forehead and walked towards the desk in front of the double bed. "You want something to drink? Sorry they didn't have any champagne in the corner store." He laughed, grabbing the cheap bottle of wine that he had bought presumably earlier today. "It's fine, yeah I'll have a glass." I said nervously, playing with the sleeves of my oversized sweater. David must have noticed how anxious I was, looking over at me before putting the bottle of alcohol back on the table and taking my hands in his.
"If you don't want to do anything tonight, we don't have to. I want you to be comfortable around me." He told me, stroking his thumb over my cheek. "No," my voice shook, " I want to, I'm just... nervous." He shot me a small smile and kissed me softly yet passionately. "Don't be, I'll take care of you." His hands laced with mine as he pulled me in, closing the gap and wrapping his arms around me, holding me in his tight embrace.We stayed like that for a minute or so before pulling away.
Handing me a glass of wine he walked towards the bed, sitting down on the edge and eyeing me up and down, I realised for Valentine's Day I wasn't wearing the sexiest outfit. My loose hanging sweater covering my slim figure although the dark, skinny jeans showed off my longs legs and tight ass, which David obviously liked.
After a while of conversing David downed the rest of his glass before signaling for me to come towards him, I put my wine down on the desk and complied. As I came closer he grabbed my hands, pulling me down onto his lap, kissing me hard while his hands roamed my body. His touch was nothing new, as I knew for a fact that he loved touching and kissing my chest and legs from other times that we've fooled around.
Soon the slow, passionate kiss turned needy, pushing his tongue passed my lips till it met with mine while his his fingers dug into my hips. I slowly started to grind down on him, his tight jeans restricting his half hard-on.
He moaned slightly as I pushed myself even harder on him, almost painfully slow, trying to create some friction. "Ah fuck, (y/n)." He moaned my name in desperation. His lips moving down to my jawline, to my neck, leaving soft kisses until he reached just underneath my jaw and ear, where he paid more attention, knowing it was my sweet-spot. I moaned softly as his teeth grazed my skin, we both knew he would leave marks that the others in the band would tease me about and ask where I got them, yet neither of us cared at that moment, all I wanted was him, all of him.
