It's been months, I panic as I glance into the full length mirror on the hotel room wall. Do I look different? Does he? Will he be disappointed, or relieved? I stare at my reflection, at the worry in my eyes. My eyes today are a brighter blue than normal. My long black hair is gently curled, my lips look full and pouty. I've chosen a navy blue shift dress that has a tan belt. It's quite short I realise as I twirl round gently in the mirror. I suddenly feel self conscious as I catch sight of the lace at the top of one of my hold up stockings. Should I change and wear tights? Is this too much? Maybe I should wear flat shoes instead of my patent heels...I don't know. I'm starting to doubt everything. I pull down the top of my dress to peer at the black and blue basque beneath my dress. When I tried it on my boobs looked so perky, so together and amazing and it emphasised my hourglass figure so well but now I can't help my worry.
Suddenly my Blackberry buzzes and I almost jump out of my skin. I pick it up tentatively and read the text. Oh god, it's him. He's here. Already. And it's been so damn long..I'm texting back on autopilot- get in the lift. Fourth floor, room 462. As I press send, I'm filled with the urge to scream or run off and hide. The fact is, I love this man. I've thought about him every day since our relationship ended and he's told me he feels the same. That's why we're here, I remind myself. Neutral ground. To talk and...and...
There's a gentle knock at the door and I creep over, open it slowly. He's there, in front of me at last. A slow, crooked smile spreads over his gorgeous face and I feel myself melting. "Hi," we both say shyly. I move back and let him in, and shut the door behind him, shaking like a leaf. He looks up at the TV as he puts his bags on the floor and smiles again at the Disney film I've put on to calm myself. He knows me too well.
Then he turns to me and I'm in his arms and he's kissing my neck. He walks off suddenly and sits on the bed, holds his hand out to me. I join him, smiling, trying to look confident.
For a few minutes we talk about his journey here, the weather, how it's a nice hotel room.
"You look beautiful babe," he says suddenly, his voice lower. I look up into his chocolate brown, sparkling eyes and feel my stomach flip. He's even better than I remember him. He's mixed race, with a Jamaican father and British mother and he has the softest, most amazing caramel skin. He's so broad and muscular just how I like men to be. His tight white t shirt looks amazing on him and I allow him to pull me to him for a hug. My breasts press hard against his chest as we embrace, both lying on our sides and facing each other. Then his lips are on me, gently caressing mine. His right hand is in mine and his right is running up and down my back. He's kissing me harder now and I moan into his mouth as he slips his tongue into my mouth, gently massaging mine with his. I pull him closer and place my leg over his. He runs his hand to my ass and groans as he realises I'm in hold ups and a thong.
He pushes me away so I'm flat on my back and continues kissing me, my forehead, my neck and breasts. His hand is between my thighs and my hips are bucking already. He slides a finger inside my thong and along my pussy and I spread my legs, silently begging him to enter me.
"You're so wet baby," he moans into my ear.
I kiss him hungrily and whimper as he removes his finger.
