Temptation

53 - Madden

I've been to 4 places my entire life: New Jersey, Florida, Vancouver and recently LA. None of these places are anything compared to London, Hero's home. "It looks like it's a beautiful day today," he states, "No rain which is rare." I don't mind the rain; I actually find the rain comforting and I know Hero misses the crisp air the morning after it rains. Hero is a pale man, always wearing jeans and has clearly never been a fan of the sun and in London, I never thought I could say this, but Hero is even more attractive now that comfort shows over his face as we drive throughout his home.

The limo has tinted black windows, so it is slightly hard to see everything that we pass. I notice that the roads are slightly less busy in London compared to LA and everyone is carrying an umbrella—reminds me of Vancouver. On the way to Hero's home I can see Big Ben and plenty of tourists and I will be one of them tomorrow; without having a fanny pack and a camera wrapped around my neck. 

The limo pulls up to an older looking, almost historian like home. The bricks are a grey-ish colour with a few chips in them and the shutters are a wooden black, slightly fading from the rain. "Hero, this is beautiful." This home is much smaller than the one in LA, but its charm does not compare, and I haven't even seen the inside yet. Hero tips the limo driver and we watch him leave the long driveway, Hero shutting the gates behind him. I've come to notice that Hero really enjoys long driveways, probably trying to have a sense a privacy. "Ready?" He asks me. I nod my head and follow him into the home. He enters a code at the door rather than using a key and it lets us in. The front hall is completely updated, the tiles redone and the hardwood brand new. The floors are almost all white like the LA home and the walls painted a grey and blue colour. Hero places our bags to the side and takes me on a tour.

The living room, kitchen and dining room are very similar to the home in LA except with a little more character; the basement is done up with a light oak hardwood and it is all open brick walls. His basement is for entertainment as he has a bar, a small projector with a U-couch and a ping pong table. There are only 3 bedrooms and an office. The master bedroom reminds me of my apartment in Vancouver; exposed brick wall where the headboard sits, grey walls, black furniture and a flat screen TV. This home is the true Hero, not the all modern, all white materialistic home. I can see his personality in this home, a few framed images of his family and friends; posters of his movies and a lot less clean. His bedroom overlooks the back yard, which has a small inground pool but there is also a firepit and in the corner, a doghouse. "Is that a doghouse?" I ask him. He just laughs at me and I follow him down the stairs, through the kitchen and into the backyard. He whistles and shouts, "Bean!" A giant black and white spotted Great Dane comes running to Hero and jumps on him. Hero holds himself steady—the dog is almost his height—and accepts all his kisses. "Bean lives here with me in London, I don't take him to LA because he is not a fan of all the crowds. My housekeeper comes every day and walks him, feeds him and plays with him." Hero gently pushes down Bean and takes him by the collar, walking him over to me, "Bean, meet my new girl, Madden." He says with a puppy dog voice and pats him on the head. I kneel down—not that I need to—and pet the dog. I love dogs and of course my high pitch baby voice comes out when I speak to his dog. Hero laughs at me. Bean is gentle, kissing my hand and even catching my face a few times; for such a big dog he seems like a gentle pup.

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After our long flight, Hero is unpacking our things in his bedroom while I sit out on the porch with Bean, who lays his head on my lap, standing still in front of me. The sky is London is much clearer than LA; probably from less pollution coming from cars as a lot of people walk around here. The sky is filled with stars.

Less than an hour passes before Hero joins me; he brings out a blanket and lays it down on the freshly cut grass. He lays down and pats the empty spot beside him, both Bean and I get up and the dog beats me there, taking the space beside Hero. I giggle and Hero waves me over to him, sitting up slightly opening his legs for me to lay between them. I rest my head on his chest, while his strong arms hold both himself and me up. We stare at the sky and enjoy the darkness all around us; a good darkness; not Noah, no paparazzi but just the two of us—and Bean—resting together under the beautiful sky. "This is what I want for us, baby." He says to me, twirling my hair in his fingers. "I love London so far." As soon as the words leave my mouth, a heavy rain starts falling on us. Bean runs to the door to be let in and Hero playfully picks me up. The rain is heavy yet, we find ourselves goofing around, chasing after one another in the storm like five-year old children.  I am chasing after Hero, when he makes a sudden stop to which I am crashing into him and now we are both falling onto the wet grass. I laugh and he laughs with me.

I love this side of Hero; the goofy and flirty. This is the side of Hero that comes out often with me but never the side that other people see. The Hero that everyone else sees is angry and rude, he shows no emotion and barely smiles and selfishly, I like that he only lets me see this fun side because I know that he must really love me; if Hero didn't love me, I would get the bitter and self-centred Hero that everyone else gets. I am selfish when it comes to Hero and I fucking love this man.

We run inside the house, soaking wet with grass stains and Bean lazily lies on the couch, ignoring our joy. With the raindrops hitting the windows, Hero takes me by the waist and tugs at my shirt, pulling it over my head. Hero takes my face in his large palm and gently kisses me; kisses that turn from tamed to passionate. I pull Hero's shirt over his head, only stopping to remove it completely and he picks me up from my ass and instinct has me wrapping my legs around his torso. Hero seats me onto the marble island in the kitchen and removes my wet jeans as I unbuckle the belt then I unzip them. He removes his pants and both ours fall to the ground. Hero pulls down his own boxers and pulls my thong to the side. "I want you, so badly." He says to me. He has me moaning, without inserting himself into me—I am such a sucker for this man. "Take me. All of me." At that moment, Hero's enlarged cock is between my legs, and he is thrusting up against me. Both our moans are in sync and we are coming undone together. Our bodies are shaking from the pleasure, my nails puncturing his back and Hero pulling at my hair. Hero lays me down, keeping his hand underneath my head to cushion it from the countertop. His thrusting only gets harder and faster, Hero whines my name and we are both there. "Cum on me baby." He says to me and these words bring me to release. Seconds later, Hero removes himself from me and releases his semen all over my naked chest.

Hero reaches down, putting his boxers back on and reaches beside me to grab a dish towel. I clean off the remnants of Hero and slide my wet thong back on. Hero takes our clothes off the ground and we head up to our bedroom; my second new bedroom is a short period of time.