The Lover

Chapter 3

We’ve had quite a relaxed week at Villains, even Amina came in only once to help out, because the guys and Demi were managing business just fine. We hardly even met in the evenings, because she is preparing for some photo exhibition at the university which takes up all her time. I haven’t really taken that photo thing very seriously, but now the new menu is ready with Amina’s pictures, I have changed my opinion. They’re damn good. Who would have thought the chick is so talented?

I have spent the past few days obtaining stuff for the restaurant and testing the wine delivery. I haven’t slept at home for two days, and I’m afraid I had too much time to mull over our issue during the long drive between London and Suffolk. These things never do me any good: the more I think, the worse I sleep, and since we came back from Cornwall, my nightmares have become more frequent. I don’t want to over think it, but I’m unable to control my thoughts that are always with Amina.

I don’t know what it’s like to be in love, I have never been. I’ve seen people around me going nuts, I’ve seen Liam soaring in heaven and burning in the depths of hell, both because of love. There has never been a woman before who could trigger romantic feelings in me, and that’s exactly why I am confused about Amina’s impact on me. My plan to get over her quickly after shagging her, I can stick up my arse. Practically, I’ve been horny since I last cummed inside her in Greenhaven and pulled my d**k out of her. I don’t know what this is, but the more I try to fight it, it pulls me towards itself with the more power. I almost called her one night from the hotel room just to hear her voice and laughter. I didn’t do it, of course, but the knowledge that I’d rather be with her instead of picking up a random chick at the pub, wears me out.

I’m tired. I haven’t slept well for days, and the only sane thing to do now would be to go to Camden Town. I would get a pint, then hit the sack and sleep until midday. Instead, I take the turn to f*****g Prince Albert, then at the corner of Primrose Hill I turn onto Ormond Terrace and by the time I could even consider what a soft d**k I am, I have parked in front of Liam’s flat.

It’s 10 o’clock. I look up at the windows, but everything is pitch dark. Liam said he would have to attend some dinner with colleagues after a training and he would be in late, which means Amina is home alone. I should get the hell out of here, instead I run up the stairs like my life depends on it.

I check in Liam’s bedroom, but his bed is untouched. It could be two things: either he is not home yet, or he is with Amina in the other room. The guest room’s door is ajar, I push it open and peek inside. Amina is lying on the left side of the bed, on her side, with the blanket between her thighs. She is wearing pink knickers and my damned shirt. I close my eyes for a moment, and curse out quietly. I begin to salivate as my eyes study her shapely behind. I step closer and thoroughly examine every single exciting square inch of her body. There is hardly any part of it that either my mouth or my d**k wouldn’t have studied in depth.

I begin to strip. I feel my d**k swelling second by second, just with the knowledge that soon I will make her mine. I have never put on a condom faster than here and now. Naked, I get into the bed behind her, I lift her hair to free the alluring skin of her neck and begin to lick it. She sighs, stretches herself, and whispers my name with such lustfulness that all the blood leaves my brain and rushes into my groin, pulsing.

“Dylan…’

An involuntary grin spreads on my face as I realise that although I’m waking her from her sleep and I’ve never said a word, plus, in the dark room she can’t see me, yet she knows it’s me and not Liam.

“Hello, my beauty. Did you miss me?’ I ask while turning her over onto her back, and continue devouring her mouth, neck, chin. I push myself between her legs, I grab her breasts, sucking on their silky skin, she intoxicates me, I can hardly control myself.

“A lot, but… I thought… oh God,’ she groans when I bite her n****e a bit stronger, “I thought you’d come back tomorrow.’

I don’t start telling her that it was the plan, but I wanted her so much and missed her so damn much that I chose to come back sooner.

“I’m here now, baby, and that’s the point.’

I’m too aroused to be gentle, so I grab her wrists and push her hands above her head.

“Grab the back of the bed and don’t let go of it. Hold onto it, okay?’ I command her.

“Why? Dylan, wait…’

I pull my shirt over her head, push it up her arms and tie a quick knot on it. She is my captive, and I just love that feeling.

“Do you really want to know why?’

I run my fingers up her side. She begins to stir under me giggling quietly.

“Yes. I do,’ she teases me, even lifting her hips provocatively.

This is when the last of my self-control crumbles to nothing. I reach down, grab her knickers, and rip it off her with a single move. She screams out and freezes for a moment when she hears the ripping of the fabric. At once, I press my palm over her hot groin, almost feeling it pulse under my hand. It’s swollen and moist. She likes my confidence. She wants me, I don’t doubt that for a moment. I begin to rub her, at first gently, then with more and more force, and when, groaning, she presses her hips even more against my hand, I slide my two fingers into her.