Lusty Lakehouse

UNEXPECTED EXPECTANCY

" Look what the cat dragged in," Mack joked. I glared at him "very funny".

He grinned as he set a stack of dishes on the wash station. "Too much partying?" "Too much

work. Exams coming." Shoving my purse in the locker, I grabbed my apron. He laughed.

"Studying? Is that what they call it these days?"

No. Really. Studying. Feeling his glare on me I stepped out onto the restaurant floor one minute late.The next half hour was buzz of people,food orders, and dishes. All the while my head pounding the back of my skull,making me wish I had taken five aspirins instead of two.

Finally on Break. I log in to f*******: on my phone, welcoming the mindless distraction that will help me to switch off after a busy day. I click onto Tristan's profile page and have a flick through his pictures. This has become a habit lately, before I know it, I find I've wasted half an hour looking at pictures of Tristan on a beach in Thailand surrounded by bikini-ed girls, Tristan on the back of a motorbike

straddling one of his mates, Tristan's familiar, magnetic grin, Tristan at a food market bartering.

Then, "Hi stranger" - a live message from the man himself – pops up

in the corner of my screen.I blush guiltily; does he know that I've been stalking him?

Me: Hi you, how's Thailand / Laos / wherever the hell you are?

Him: Back at Casa. Hi

Me: Oh my god! You're home?( I've forgotten my embarrassment; I'm so excited to be talking to him.)

Him: Yes I Certainly am. Want to meet up soon?

Me: Yes, I'd love to. It's been too long. As soon as you've recovered from your jet lag you have to come see my new art studio.

Him: I miss you Raven, it's been over a year.

Me: I know, I miss you too. I'm so sorry that I never came to your leaving – things were messy back then. When can you visit? Wednesday?

Him: Might have to help out my aunt, but I'll let you know.

Me: Amazing, can't wait!

Him: Me neither.

I spent the morning puttering around in farmers Market. In my mind, I plan what meal I'll pick out for Tristan when he comes to the Lake house. Lost in thought.. How will he see me now... I'm finally realizing my ambition to become a well renowned artist.. Will he notice my hard work.

After finding a 1930s mirror, a cashmere throw and a box of wine glasses, I cart my new purchases back to my rusty reliable jeep. When I get to the door of my house there's a tall, tanned man holding a massive bunch of sunflowers at my door. It's Tristan, grinning at me widely.

"Welcome home present," he says as I carelessly drop my bags at my feet and wrap my arms around him. Oh my god, thank you? You look so well? These are so beautiful," I cry, ecstatic and flustered and utterly surprised. "I went to Mack's and you weren't there, so I called your boss and he said you had taken the day off".

By this point we're climbing the stairs to my front door. I'm juggling the flowers and all of my bags. Tristan looks awkward, as though he doesn't know what to do with his hands.I

show him into my art studio and feel suddenly self-conscious."There's a lot of work to do on it yet," I say, apologetically "It's great, Raven," he says. He's not

looking at the room at all....but staring at me, really staring.

"You're gorgeous." I say. Not "You look well." Or "How are you?" All I can come up with is the truth.

He's tanned, toned and bigger than I remember him being, he seems to fill the whole room, towering above me.He doesn't say anything but cups my chin in his hand, stroking my cheek with his thumb. I freeze.

I don't know how to react, I don't want to breeze over this gesture and spoil the moment. I want to press myself up against his hard, warm body. This is not the Tristan that I remember. It's disorientating that he can seem at once so familiar and so utterly new and exciting.

"I've missed you," he says.I can feel how much he means it and I rush towards him for a hug, but as I go to press my face into his chest he lifts it upwards gently; and kisses me full on the mouth.In that moment I'm undone. My desire floods to the surface and my hands run up to his face, kissing him fast and hard. He meets each of my kisses, pulling me closer, his hands up under my T-shirt, bringing every inch of skin to life with his touch.

We pull each other's tops off, hungrily, as he pushes me down to the floor, undressing and kissing me all at once. Opening my legs to him, he stops, kneeling above me, his chest rippling above the waistband of his jeans."I've waited so long for this moment, let's not rush it," he says, moving up along the inside of my legs, licking and kissing and stroking my skin with his cheek. He is everything that I've ever fantasied about and more. As he kisses my stomach, he slides his hand inside of me and he must feel how aroused I am, because he groans.

You're beautiful, Raven," he whispers in my ear, "so beautiful."And I feel it. More beautiful than I've ever felt in my life. My hips are raised off the floor, tense and expectant, willing him to go deeper and deeper inside of me. He answers each of my groans but then teases me, withdrawing his fingers with a stroke and entering again until I'm ready to explode.I reach into his jeans and tug at him, but he keeps whispering, "Not yet my little vixen, not yet." He waits until, waves of pleasure surging through me, and with his hand still inside of me he turns me over onto all fours, pulling me up onto his lap so that I'm kneeling with my back to him.

I expect him to take his hand away but he leaves it in there, slowly stroking me, reaching further and further with his fingertips whilst his other hand kneads my breast, kissing my back the whole time. Another orgasm shudders through me.I'm still clenching and releasing in pleasure when he takes his hand away. I glance back over my shoulder and see that he's pulled a condom out of his pocket. My mind reels, how did he know to bring a condom? Did he plan for this to happen?

I expect myself to feel outraged but instead I'm even more turned on.He slips inside of me, controlling my movements with his hands gripping my waist. It's totally overwhelming, but at the same time, I never want it to stop. I swivel round and wrap my legs around his back, gripping onto the back of his neck and looking straight into his beautiful hazel eyes. "Oh God," he groans and speeds up, pushing me back onto my elbows so that he can lean forwards, and kiss my breasts.

When I see that he's about to orgasm I feel so aroused, so full of desire, that I climax again, clutching him closer as we shiver against each other.We lie back on the carpet and Tristan rests his head on my stomach, slowly stroking my legs.

There's so much to say but we're both too exhausted to speak and I wouldn't know where to begin.After fifteen minutes of just lying there, he props his head up on one elbow and stares at me, his eyes twinkling with a smile.

"I can't believe this is happening," I laugh."I know, it's crazy. I thought about you so much when I...He suddenly is up, and pulls me to my feet.

Cupping my bottom in his hands he leans in for a long, slow kiss. I feel him harden against me and in one swift motion instinctively, I hook my legs around him. In between kisses and bites on my neck, he starts to stream off his fantasies about us.

His low soft whispers against ear melt off his tongue like warm honey."I want to have you in the shower, on that coffee table, on every surface in your dinner, I want to kiss each inch of your body, I want to taste you, outside, in my car, on that beach in Spain, I want to watch you touch yourself. I groan as he drops me onto the bed.

Propping myself up on one elbow, I slip my hand in between my legs, not taking my eyes off him for a

second."Let's start there then," I say, feeling more confident and s****l than I've ever felt in my life before, "and when we've crossed everything off your list…"

"Don't worry about that," he says, "it's a very long list."

Later that next evening he asked me to an art Expo and drinks. i attended with him in a backless black gown, beading across the low neckline. Tristan had picked it for me, saying he wanted me to wear something slinky and sexy, and how much he loved knowing other men would want me, but I was his. “I want to show you off, kitten.”It had been tighter and more revealing than I would normally wear, the dark fabric hugging every curve and the back dipping to just above my butt, and I’d spent much of the evening trying my best to cover my body. Still, it made him happy, and I was determined to do that, knowing how wonderful he could make me feel when we were alone.

Despite my discomfort, I was relieved to find Tristan. He’d held me to him and kissed my forehead throughout the expo.We made love that night in the hotel’s king-­sized bed, and he’d been tender. “This means big things for me, Raven. Big things. I’ll help you get there, too.” He’d seemed genuine, and I’d thought he meant it.