Crazy connection

His perspective

Chapter 8

His perspective

On arrival at the hotel, Daniel’s main concern was getting Carmel upstairs without anyone noticing. As he has obviously only paid for single occupancy. On entry of the lobby the night receptionist was someone he had not seen yet, so took that as a bit of good luck. Smiling politely Daniel took Carmel’s arm gently yet firmly and led her to the elevator. Once in the elevator, he felt more relaxed.

On arriving at the room and putting in the keycard, he held the door open for Carmel. As she went in, he could feel, what he thought he had felt a few times today while they were in London, a kind of magnetism or s****l tension between them.

He thought he got the sense that Carmel was possibly aroused by his presence and when they had touched a few times he definitely felt vibes between them, good vibes, flirty vibes.

Obviously, Daniel had to be careful not to read into things either, because the last thing he needed was to fall for her again, only for her to hurt him and cheat on him again.

I mean, after today, Daniel only had to spend ten minutes with Carmel to know that he is still in love with her, and that she was worth waiting for all this time. I mean when he laid eyes on her she was obviously older and had the body of a woman now rather then a skinny teenager, she was still very attractive. Instantly he noticed her breasts were larger and although she always had a good shapely arse even when she was younger, it was a bit wider now and her hips were womanly, and somehow alluring. He could just imagine cupping his hands around the sides of her hips, holding her and guiding her arse as he pounded her from behind. How her full butt would jiggle with every pounding. It immediately sends a rush of blood down to the tip of his p***s and he can feel the strain of the semi against his zipper.

Something about her voice and the way she smiles her cheeky grin when talking that is excruciatingly attractive. I almost forgot how she used to make me feel when we would lay in each other’s arms and talk and make love for hours. Just talk then make love, talk and make love again. How did things go so wrong with us? Things were so good between us for a time.

This is why Daniel reached out to her and arranged for this weekend. He had to know once and for all, if she truly is his one and only true soulmate. The person he connected with on a completely different level to all other people he had met in his life.

See, when he and Carmel met years ago in their teens, they believed their feelings were so strong that they were true soulmates. That the stars and the moon had made them come together.

After a year or so Carmel’s friends started putting ideas in her head. Bad ideas about me, things like, “he’s weird” and that Carmel was too young to know for sure if I was the right guy for her. I guess because of those doubts they put in her mind, she eventually started spending less time with me and more time with her friends, they would go out and meet other guys and eventually Carmel started kissing other guys. It made me so angry and jealous. I admit that I didn’t take it well, and I kind of freaked out. I became too needy and controlling. I know now that, this wasn’t the best way to deal with it all but at the time things just spiralled out of control and it turned into a bad ending for the two of us.

Carmel was able to move on with her life, meet someone else and have a family, but I always knew there would be no-one else like Carmel. I tried over the years to have relationships, but they never worked and I would always find myself searching Carmel up on social media. Fantasising that maybe we could one day get back together again.

Fast forward to today....

I was offered the chance to come to the U.K. to work. And it just so happened that I had seen on f*******: that Carmel and her boyfriend had split up. It seemed like finally the stars were aligning in our favour. Like it was too good to be true. This was our chance to try again.

And, here we are today.

***

I can’t but help ask myself, “In my hotel room with my dream girl! Do I make a move or should I be a gentleman and wait? at least wait until tomorrow, to gauge her feelings?”

As I shut the door I take my soaking coat off and turn. I see Carmel standing just in the entrance, she’d removed her coat and was holding it up as it was dripping water and making a puddle on the carpet. I shake me head in disappointment, it’s not much of a coat, it’s definitely not waterproof she’s soaked through to the bone.

Daniel stops and stares for a moment, taking in what he sees. Carmel is standing by the table, coat in her hand, her white t-shirt wet through and sticking to her skin, her breasts round and perky with her n*****s taught, straining against the see-through t-shirt and thin fabric of her lace bra. He can just make out the rosy colour of her areola’s.

Hhhmm he has missed those areola’s.

She looks cold, small and vulnerable. Sexy as hell!

Stop staring and get her a towel you i***t, I jolt myself back to reality.

I take her coat from her and hang both our dripping coats up in the bath. I come back to find the towels are behind her on the table. I walk up to her and have to reach past in order to reach the towels. I lean forward and as I get close to her I get it again, that pulling force between us. Its exhilarating so I hover for a bit longer looking into her eyes. I hear a little whimper from her, a sound that sends a primal shockwave down my body and blood pulses straight to my d**k. I’m sure she’s holding her breath. Can she feel it too? The connection between us. I’ve sensed it a few time throughout the day, but unsure if it’s just me catching feels and reading into things. Besides, I hate to admit it, but, I do have what some may call a slight obsession with her. I tell myself to just play it cool.

“I think you need this more then I do.” I pass her the towel. I give her some space and turn to take my jumper off. She was right about getting a weatherproof coat. I’m still pretty dry apart from my jeans.

She towel dries her hair but doesn’t do a very good job. Wish I could take that towel from her, remove her wet clothes and dry her from top to toe. I would definitely do a more thorough job. The thought gets me a little more aroused. She is shivering and cold, I should get some clothes out my closet and stop thinking about removing her clothes.

I walk up to her as she is looking out the window, trying to warm herself with the towel.

“Here, I know it’s not ideal but these should be comfortable and should keep you warm once you’ve had a shower.” I give her some clothes to change into, they are my most comfortable joggers and a relaxed t-shirt. Probably going to be too big for her but they should keep her warm.

She looks at me with big dewy, bambi eyes and says something about ‘putting me out’.

I didn’t actually hear what she said because with that cutesie-pie facial expression she is pushing all the right buttons and heading for a little lesson in, don’t temp me!

I can’t wait until tomorrow, I have to know now. I step in closer to her, “just tell me if I’ve read this all wrong and I will stop”, I put my hand behind her neck, I grasp her by the waist with my other hand and I pull her in for a kiss.

She isn’t pushing me away or complaining , I’m going to go all in. I close my eyes and relish in the taste of her soft warm mouth. I hold the nape of her neck firm but gently while I direct her head to the side as I slowly and languidly kiss her. I feel my hardness grow and I feel an urgency come over me to take her right now, throw her on the bed, rip off her clothes and smother her cold wet body with hot, burning kisses. My desire rises and I can feel she is enjoying the kiss as much as I am because she is like putty in my hands. I pull her in closer and feel that she is shivering with such intensity that I realise it more than just s****l tension. I can feel her skin is cold to the touch.

She needs to warm up, she needs a bath to warm her through.

I pull away from the kiss slowly and break the hold, turn to the bathroom and get her a warm bath run.

***

“I’ve run you a bath, you need to warm up before you catch a chill.” I take her hand and lead her to the bathroom. Even though I want to pry those wet cloths from her body, and place her in the warm tub and wash her from head to toe, I decide to let her undress and bath in private. It’s the right thing to do. I wouldn’t want her to think I was taking advantage of her when she is clearly feeling vulnerable. I want her to be comfortable and to making rational decisions.

I turn and leave the bathroom. Once in the hotel room, I get my head back in the game. I can think straight again. I look around, what needs doing? Those coats are dripping and making the bathroom floor so wet, it’s seeping through under the door. I need to get that sorted for sure.

I pick up the phone and call reception. The peppy woman from earlier answers, “ front desk, how can I help?”

“Hi, tell me, is there somewhere I can hang two soaked through coats up to dry over night? There is nowhere appropriate in the room.”

Receptionist, “ah yes of course sir, we have a laundry service available at the hotel. I can collect the wet coats and have them dry cleaned and ready for you first thing in the morning if you like?”

Me, “Yes please, that would be great.”

“I know it’s late, but is there any chance I could order some hot chocolate. I’m after a hot drink but don’t want to have coffee this late at night.”

Receptionist, “I have some sashes of hot chocolate here at the front desk that I will bring up when I collect the coats. Can I confirm your room number sir?”

Me, “room 225, thank you”

“Oh best give it 20 mins before collecting the coats.” Thinking Carmel is in the bath, how will I get the coats otherwise, 20mins should give her plenty of time.

Receptionist, “certainly sir”

I put the receiver back and look around for something else to do. I realise, maybe Carmel will change her mind and won’t want to take things further then the kiss. I better clear my work stuff off of the single bed. I take each pile of paperwork and place them carefully in order into a neat pile and put them on the main table. I put my toiletry bag and other personal items that are laying on the bed in the closet.

I guess Carmel should dry that hair too, or she’ll just end up cold in the night again. I saw the dryer in a draw when I was exploring the room. I walk to the other side of the double bed, pull out the draw of the bedside table and take out the hairdryer. Where should I plug it in? Tv and kettle are occupying the plugs by the main table. It’s not very comfortable there either. I decide to put it next to the single bed and plug it in where the bedside lamp was plugged in.

I hear a knock at the door. Has it been 20 minutes?

I check my watch, it’s actually been 25 minutes. Still no sign of Carmel, I hope she hasn’t fallen asleep in the bath.

Or maybe she is too scared to come out of the bathroom, maybe I was wrong to kiss her. f**k!

I walk to the door and open it. The receptionist is at the door holding a little jar with hot chocolate sashes. “Your coats sir?”

I take the sashes and turn round, unsure of what to do. “Hold on”, I hold my finger up to the receptionist. Shut the main door and knock on the bathroom door. It takes a moment before I get a, “aha”

I reply, “I won’t look, I’m just going to come in and grab the wet coats. I”ll Look the other way I promise.”

Carmel replies, “OKay”

I open the door only as far as I need to, I reach in with my right arm and grab for the coats. As I pull them towards me, I see Carmel’s wet clothes in the basin. I decide to bundle them up with the coats to get laundered as well. As I close the door, I get a glimpse of Carmel in the bath. I see her pale, cream coloured skin and the sight sends a little twinge of wanting to that place where all urges are born. Not quite the pit of your stomach, lower, deeper.

I open the main door and pass the wet clothing to the receptionist, “there are some clothes in there that need laundering too please.”

The receptionist puts the items in a laundry bag, attaches a laundry ticket to the bag and tears off the stub which she then hands to me.

“No problem sir”, she smiles and leaves.

I close the door, and head straight for the kettle. My wet jeans have started to make me feel cold now too. I hope Carmel doesn’t take too much longer in the bathroom. I could do with a nice hot shower.

I put the kettle on and can hear some splashing in the bathroom. Ah, at least there is some movement in there now. Shouldn’t be too much longer. I make the both of us some hot chocolate and sit down on the double bed. I lean my head back and shut my eyes between sips. Man, what a day. I’m exhausted!

I check the time it’s 1:39am, no wonder I’m tired.

***

I check my watch again, it’s 1:55am. Think I’m going to knock and make sure everything is okay. Maybe she doesn’t want to come out because she thinks I’m expecting something more. I don’t want her to feel pressured. I should tell her I’m not after anything she doesn’t want to do.

Besides, all I want to do now is shower and hit the hay.

Just as I’m about to get up, the bathroom door opens and Carmel comes out. Red faced, hair wet and tangled. She looks damn good in my joggers and t-shirt.

“Finally!”

I tell her , “I made you some hot chocolate, but you have been in there a while, it’s probably cold by now.”

We have some more regular conversation about the hair dryer and her clothes being laundered. I get up and head to the bathroom for a much needed shower.

I can hear the hairdryer going as I start the shower tap. I undress and put my clothes on top of the toilet lid because the floor is pretty wet. Probably from the dripping coats.

I look in the mirror before getting in the shower. Not looking my best that’s for sure. I have dark rings under my eyes, making them look even darker then they normally look. I find not many woman are attracted to my dark eyes. Even though they are blue, they aren’t the bright sea or sky blue they are more of a deep sapphire blue and come across as dark and almost black depending on the light and environment I’m in. I find a lot of people, men and woman, are intimidated by my dark eyes. Wouldn’t surprise me if Carmel runs a hundred miles after seeing me in this dreadful state.

I get in the shower. The water is hot and the bathroom steams up pretty quick. I shower quick as I want to get to bed. I wash all over with my shower gel, and notice that Carmel used the hotel soaps. Once clean, I get out and look in the mirror again. I grab a towel that Carmel left on the floor and wipe the glass so I can see myself. I grab another towel and towel dry my hair then run my fingers through it to style it somewhat. I try drying myself off but it’s so hot and steamed up in here it’s making me sweat. I would normally have the door open for some fresh cool air. I put my boxer shorts on as quick as I can and grab my shirt, no point in trying to put that on in this steamed up room. I need to get out of here as quick as I can. I grab the door handle and fling it open, harder then I would have liked. The door opens with a thud.

I stand in the doorway, stunned to find Carmel standing in front of me, going through my toiletry bag. I wonder what else she has been up to out here on her own.

I smile at the shocked look on her face and ask, “looking for something?”

“Umm, yeah..... a hairbrush if you have one?”, she replies with a little shiver to her voice, that instantly gets me going again. I guess that shower has invigorated me somewhat, because now that I’m here faced with Carmel standing here in front of me looking sexy as hell in my joggers and T, that shirt hanging perfectly showing off the outline of her breasts and those n*****s standing to attention and the way her boobs are swaying a little from side to side after the jump she had from the door slam. I can’t seem to help my cheeky flirty side take over.

I step forward and reach for the top shelf of the closet. I grab my comb and hold it out to her. My eyes not leaving her gaze even for a second.

“Sorry, It’s all I have,”

I stay close because I can feel her energy radiating out towards me. She takes a deep whiff of me and her breathing goes shallow and I know she can feel it too.

She wants me, I know she does.

I lean into her with my body, so she can feel my hard-on in her belly. I take her head between my hands and I kiss her ferociously, thinking I should tone it back a bit I slack off, but when I do, she pushes back, hard into the kiss. She likes it, she wants it! And that makes me want her even more. She lays her hands on my body and runs them up and down and round and up and down, it’s driving me crazy. I can’t let her touch me too much. The anticipation for this moment has been a long time coming. I have imagined this moment so many times before. I don’t want to c*m in my boxers and ruin the moment.

I pull away from the kiss and she lets out a whimper in protest, oh my god, she is going to have me over with that kind of nonsense. I move down to kiss her neck, she smells good and her earlobe, so perfect, so soft and tantalising, I can’t help but nibble on the end of it. I know this works wonders because I feel her legs give way a little.

While I lay soft supple kisses on her smooth neck, I move my hand down her belly and under her shirt so I can find the top of the joggers. Her belly feels silky smooth and soft and I let my hand trail downward into her trousers. It’s smooth all the way down, not one pubic hair at all. This is just too much for me to handle and I let out a “grunt” of approval, which took even me by surprise. I can’t wait to kiss that smooth mound and put my tongue between those soft, warm, wet lips. Oh god, how I have missed those supple lips.

My mouth finds her mouth again, I can’t help but smile from ear to ear at the thought of what I am about to do to her. I know she is going to love it and when she comes, hard, I’m going to come even harder with the pleasure of having pleasured her.

I bring my hand out from inside her warm, wet, smooth p***y and place both my hands on her hips. I love the feel of the contrast between her silky smooth skin and the jersey joggers, my joggers, (hhhhmmmm I love that she is wearing my joggers). I rub my hands along the top of the joggers teasing the skin above, forwards and backwards along her hips and her belly. I sweep my hands to the sides of her hips and push the joggers down, I round my hands backwards along her lovely plump juicy bottom and stop there for a moment to enjoy a little squeeze before sliding the joggers to her ankles as I lower myself down to my knees.

As I go down I can’t help but plant a few kisses along the way one on each breast and one on her belly button. While I’m on my knees, I rub my hands round, up and down her legs. I can feel her intensity building with every stroke of my hands and it drives me crazy that she is so horny. I’m not sure I will last much longer I need to make her c*m, I need to make her c*m now!

I run my hands up to her belly and as I go I can’t help but tease her with a little thumb rub of her little nub sticking out from the crack in her lips.

I can tell it drives her crazy as she arches her back trying to push against my hand for more intensity.

“Sorry baby I’m in control of this one”, I think to myself, with a smile creased at the edges of my mouth. I love making her croon and beg for more. She makes my experience so much more intense when I know she wants it so bad.

I look up and see her n*****s poking at the t-shirt material, I want to feel those hard nubs and I travel my hands up her front, past her navel, slowly up, enticing those erotic feelings, I can feel her soft swollen breasts. I cup each breast and as I kiss her soft silky belly I fondle the nubs of her breasts with my thumbs.

I want to squeeze those sweet nips and make her squirm, but when she places her hands against the closet I know she is ready for what’s to come.

I can not wait to taste her, so I run my hands down to her lovely thighs, I rub her for extra arousal, I feel her thighs clench tight in anticipation.

I want in, I force my hands between her tight thighs and push them apart. I can hear her moaning in pleasure with the anticipation of what’s to come and it makes me so hard.

I run my tongue from as low down as I can get slowly up the front of her crack, readying her for my tongues penetration. I go back down as she “croons, hhhmmm”. f**k this is so damn hot!

I push my tongue into her now wet lips. As if they are welcoming me in. I WANT MORE!

I push one of her legs higher so I have better access. I nudge her c**t with my nose again and again as I lick around her opening and push my tongue in and out. I can tell she won’t be able to hold out much more. Her legs are caving, it’s time. I bring my hand down and push my index and for fingers into her p***y. I rub inside and out while I play with my mouth. When I am sure she is about to blow, I tell her,

“hold on, just a little bit longer baby, trust me you are going to be happy you did.”

I remove my fingers and she lets off an obstinate moan. I cant help teasing her it brings me such pleasure. I nudge her c**t and lick her opening as I put my fingers back inside. One goes back into her p***y and the other I slide carefully into her asshole. All that is need is the tip to penetrate her tight little hole, it pushed back a little but the second I break that barrier she cries out in agonising ecstasy and squirts straight into my open mouth. Jesus! That’s so f*****g hot!

I totally had myself prepared to hold back on my orgasm. This is for her, all for her!

But, as soon as she squirted into my face, I couldn’t help but release a little squirt of my own. I know she came hard, she collapses onto me and I stand and press myself against her to keep her up as she violently shakes through her eruption.

I’m proud of myself, I gave her the most mind blowing orgasm, and now I plan to give her another. That’s why I had to hold out on my own for as long as I could. I have been preparing for this for years, preparing to show her that she is my all and when she feels pleasure, I feel pleasure. I love to please her, and only her.

I know she feels it, same as I do, the electricity between us, our connection its so intense, so strong it’s crazy!