Helena tossed and turned. She threw off her duvet and sheet. This was impossible. She had hoped the beers throughout the evening would be an effective sedative, but no such luck. Instead she lay in bed, unable to sleep as time passed into the early hours of the morning. She was alone, frustrated, confused, and, well, horny too. And it wasn’t just general horny, no, this was the kind of horny that only one man could satisfy, and that man was Jim. They’d spent the dinner watching each other, ignoring Kelly’s prattle. At one point their feet had bumped and then before she knew it, her feet were gliding along his and then up his ankles, his calves, she got as high as his knee before going back down again. When she stopped, he picked up the slack, his toes inching their way up her legs. His patience was clear as he only moved a tiny bit at a time. His eyes pretending nonchalance, but the pressure of his toes from gentle to firm then back again told her she had his complete attention. In a strange way, it was like being kids again, having secrets only each other knew. The physical exchange left her wanting more. Much, much more.
Helena’s desires weren’t helped by Kelly’s insistence on talking about kissing so much. “I think we should kiss like how you two kissed the other day.”
“What?” Helena and Jim said before both parroting jinx, again a flashback from their childhoods.
Kelly continued, “You know when we played that game? I think when Jim and I get married, we should kiss like that at the altar.”
Jim raised an eyebrow and Helena had to repress a smile.
“Oh that. It wasn’t anything special,” Helena lied. She ignored Jim’s hurt look.
“I’m a good kisser,” he said, sounding like a five-year-old child. Kelly lifted her hand and waved it up and down in a 50-50 gesture. He scoffed indignantly, “Why is it that girls judge guys as good or bad kissers? Maybe it’s you lot who are the duds.”
“It was pretty short Jim, it was hard to judge your kissing ability on just one kiss,” Helena explained and shot him a wink as Kelly turned to signal the waiter for more drinks. His eyes narrowed. “I guess so; I mean that would be difficult. It does give me an idea though.”
“What’s your idea?” Kelly crashed into the conversation, new Mojito in hand.
“Oh nothing, I just remembered something Hels owes me. Two things in fact.” Helena’s face went bright red as she caught his meaning.
“God Jim, if it’s money, just settle up after this holiday. Honestly, you can be so dumb sometimes.”
The ride in the elevator after dinner helped clarify a few things. The three of them had got into the lift, but Kelly had run out yelling, “Hold the lift, I forgot my bag.”
Then she was gone. Left alone for a couple of seconds, Helena and Jim instinctively moved closer. His arms went around her waist and Helena’s went around his neck. They stood there looking at one another, breathing in each other’s faces, daring one another to make the first move. Helena felt every part of her body burn as she pressed up against him. His body was firmer than she imagined. Helena couldn’t breathe. Each second brought them closer to complete anarchy.
“I know what my first dare will be,” he whispered, then released his grip. Helena fell away, her knees weak, her eyes finding it hard to refocus.
“Stupid thing,” Kelly said getting back into the lift. “Are you okay?” she asked Helena who could only nod as her body suffered a fiery withdrawal she had never experienced before. And she was still experiencing it two hours later. She opened the minibar and took a swig from the bottle of juice. How had they lived in the same house for five years, and never once made the most of their situation? But now they were in a foreign hotel, with his fiancée and three floors between them, and she had to have him. There was no option, no alternative, she needed Jim right now, and every second they weren’t together stung her all over.
“Jesus!” Helena exclaimed and threw herself on the bed. She wanted to know his dare, whatever it was, she would do it. She would do it tonight and every night and every morning. If he would just come to her, she would be his, not just this night, but every night. Unable to control her desire, she wrapped a sarong around her bare legs and slipped on a shirt, ignoring any sane or rational thought, she went to leave the room. Her plan was ridiculously simple; she would knock on his door and tell him to come with her. To hell with Kelly, to hell with everything but her and Jim. Nothing else mattered. Nothing.
She opened her room door and was shocked to see a shadowy figure standing there silhouetted by the hallway light, a closed fist held up, ready to knock. Their eyes met. Having her heart’s desire suddenly appear before her made Helena momentarily disorientated.
“Can I come in?” Jim asked.
She nodded slowly then stepped back. Jim took one step and stopped and waited, again she stepped back and he moved forward. This continued until finally he could shut the door behind him. Helena had lost rational thought. She was still trying to work out how he had materialised out of nowhere, almost as if she had wished him into being. She started forward this time and put a hand to his face.
“Jim,” she managed.
He nodded, “I was thinking of a solution to my dilemma.”
“Oh,” she said, drawing the other hand up to the other side of his face.
“Well, if you’re not sure whether I’m a good kisser and you owe me two dares, I figure…” She cut him off as she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his. The pure joy she felt as his arms wrapped around her was overwhelming. Their lips joined and parted, locked then teased apart, before coming back together. The waves of desire grew bigger, their mouths moving faster, lips, tongues, hands moved free of thought, free of restriction. How much time passed, she had no idea. If she were to recount this later, she would recall the kissing, his expert tongue coaxing a hunger out of her like no other. She would remember his strength as he ripped her shirt, literally ripped it, and feasted on her swollen and sensitive nipples with a hunger and relish that she was sure would kill her. And she would remember how he looked when his clothes came off, his full naked body, every muscle, every curve of his shoulders and chest and his erection pointing up at her, ready.
He pulled off her knickers and pushed her back onto the bed, his lips and tongue exploring every part of her. With his lips, he found her thighs and then went in between. His gentle kissing between her legs was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Tears began to well in her eyes as an unstoppable outpouring of emotion cascaded through her entire being. His tongue was so soft, his movements repetitive. She clung to the back of his head and encouraged him on. Helena felt an incredible scream leave her as all the frustration and confusion from the past few weeks was excised in the sweetest of orgasms.
Sitting up, she found his lips, kissed him then rolled him over. She let her hands explore his body from toe to top. She kissed every part of him. With light fingers, Helena caressed every inch of skin on his body. God, he was hard. When her fingers and mouth met at the tip of him causing him to sigh nervously, she smiled sweetly, and then began running her lips along his shaft.
“Stop,” he whispered. His hand gently cradling her chin. “I want you.”
A defiant part of her wanted to keep going, make him come right there and then, but she understood what he meant. He wanted more than an orgasm, he wanted connection with her. Moving over, she put her hands on his chest then straddled him, their eyes fixed on one another as he slowly rubbed his erection along her, the gentle rubbing causing her to moan in pleasure. Then he held himself ready and she descended onto him.
Helena hadn’t quite realised how large he was. She experienced momentary pain as he filled her completely. Jim sat up a little, so that he could kiss her and look into her eyes.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded, tears reforming, though not from pain. She tried to blink them away, but the harder she tried the harder they came. He still had not moved and despite her tears, she really did want this badly.
Ever so slowly Helena began to move, just a little, just letting him know she was okay. It felt good. Very good, but there was no stopping the tears. Jim repositioned himself. He sat up then wrapped her legs around so that he could embrace her completely.
They start kissing deeply, without thinking she began moving faster. Every time he moved in her, she pushed herself onto him, grinding up against him. Jim let out an almighty groan, his pace increasing dramatically. She matched him, unable to control herself any longer she screamed and clung to him as he yelled too.
A daze descended as the two collapsed onto the bed breathing fiercely. Jim’s hand went to hers. They lay together processing the world changing union they had just shared. Helena’s tears slowly subsided. She was able to focus on the face she loved and was surprised to see that she had not been the only one crying.