All of me (5 page)

‘It’s ok,’ I confirm, ‘I will be fine,
you don’t have to babysit me,’ I turn to him.

‘It would be my pleasure to babysit you
Emily.’

As we enter into the huge room, I feel as
if I have entered a different world, my hand is in the crook of Matt’s arm and
I feel proud to be associated with this fine specimen.  We are handed a glass
of champagne which I sip thankfully, it tastes divine.

‘Hmmmm,’ I moan, as I sip the bubbles.

‘You like?’ he smiles.

‘I like?’ I reply, smiling up to him.

‘You are very tall today,’ he notes his
eyes falling to my shoes, ‘just the right height.’

‘For what?’ I question, but we are
interrupted by a contact of Matt’s and the business talk begins.  I am chatting
to another of Matt’s contacts named Mike, who is very charming, he is obviously
attempting to lure me away from Matt’s side, but as if he senses it, Matt places
an arm casually around my waist sending delicious vibrations through me.  I
choose to remain and enjoy the feelings despite Mike’s effort, I move slightly into
Matt’s embrace and he tightens his hold slightly.

When we are seated I find myself unbelievably
in-between Matt and Mike.

‘Well how about that,’ Mike drools,
obviously pleased, ‘it must be fate,’ he flirts towards me.  Matt sends him a
dark look and places a possessive hand on my thigh, I almost stop breathing at
the action glancing up to Matt who regards me, his eyes dark. I feel my
breathing hitch and take a breath as he moves his hand in a slow rhythm against
my bare thigh.  I feel a heaviness in my groin.  I place my hand on top of his
to stop him, but instead he threads it through his leaving it static on my
thigh.  I know I should shrug his hand off but cannot muster up the bother, I
don’t generally tolerate stranger’s touching me, recoiling at every occurrence. 
But somehow it feels natural for Matt’s hand on me, my body absorbing the
sensations.

‘So, how long have you know Matt then,’
Mike enquires his eyes flicking over my breasts.

‘Not long,’ I mumble politely.  I don’t
know how significant a contact Mike is to Matt but judging by the looks he is
throwing Mike, I imagine not very important.

‘Not a long term relationship then?’ he
probes.

‘Erm no,’ I stutter not knowing how to label
Matt and I.  I feel Matt tense beside me even though he is engaged in
conversation with a middle aged woman seated adjacent him.

‘Good,’ he smiles.  I sense Matt turn to
Mike.

‘I would appreciate it if you stop
hounding my date Mike,’ I feel the tension radiating from Matt.

Mike merely smiles and holds his hands up
in a defensive gesture, ‘all is fair in love and war Matt,’ he grins and I feel
weirdly satisfied with the jealousy that Matt is projecting.

After dinner the plates are cleared and
the band commence, people begin to dance and Matt stands holding out his hand. 

‘Emily,’ he prompts, I stand reluctantly.

‘I don’t really dance,’ I whisper
self-consciously.

‘Humor me,’ we move to the floor where
couples are swaying to the gentle music, Matt takes my hand and brings my body
against his.  I gasp as our bodies meet, Matt snakes his arm around me bringing
me closer to him, his other hand clasping mine.

‘Hmmm,’ he groans quietly, ‘that feels
good, tall enough for this,’ he reminds me of our earlier conversation, ‘you
look absolutely beautiful,’ he murmurs against my ear sending delicious
frissons down my body.  I cannot speak only feel as my body responds to his
close proximity.

‘Cat got your tongue Emily,’ he teases somehow
aware of my predicament.

‘Hmmm,’ I moan and he chuckles against my
ear.

‘Is it bad that I want to punch Mike’s
lights out right now?’ he asks, I turn and frown up to him.

‘Why?’

‘Excuse me Matt, may I cut in?’ Mike
calls from beside us.

‘No,’ he murmurs, pulling me tighter into
him.

‘Come on Matt, you know the rules,’ Mike
teases and Matt releases me.

‘Two minutes,’ he groans throwing me an
apologetic look.

Mike takes me in his arms, but I keep a
distance between us, ‘Emily, may I take you out on a date sometime?’

‘No, I don’t date,’ I inform Mike, who
although a handsome man, promotes not one sensation in me.

‘But you are on a
date right now,’ he muses.

‘That is
different.’ I refuse to admit that I agreed to this date for a yearly gym
membership.

‘How so?’ he
demands.

‘It just is,’ I reply,
my eyes searching around for Matt.  I spot him on the opposite side of the
dance floor with a blonde woman who is gazing up at him with admiration. His
eyes connect with mine and he gives me a lopsided smile, I frown at his partner
before averting my eyes.  How can I be jealous?  This isn’t even a real date!

‘What about
drinks, if you don’t fancy dinner?’ Mike continues.

‘I don’t think so
Mike but thank you,’ I mutter, angry with myself for feeling jealous.

‘Mike,’ Matt
interrupts, ‘times up, I will take my date back thank you.’

He pulls me
towards him as the song ends and everyone claps. I turn to move towards the
table but Matt holds me still.

‘I want to feel
you against me again,’ he whispers into my ear as he keeps me beside him.  The
next song begins and he once again brings me into his embrace, I sigh this time
absorbing the sensation of his hard body against mine.  My hand moves inside
his jacket and hooks around him, my hand on the top of his buttock.

‘Someone’s been
doing squats,’ I tease squeezing and he chuckles.

‘You are an
enigma, Miss Emily Taylor,’ he muses as his hazel eyes move over my face.

‘Why?’ I puzzle.

‘Was you giving
me evil daggers for dancing with the blonde?’ he murmurs quietly.

‘No!’ I scold,
‘why, were you giving Mike daggers?’ I retaliate childishly.

‘Absolutely!’ he replies and I smile
despite myself, ‘I am an only child. I don’t share,’ he mumbles, ‘shall we get
out of here?’

‘Ok,’ I murmur my insides tingling with
apprehension.

We move to the table and collect my bag
before waving to the occupants, Mike stands and kisses my cheek, ‘give me a
call Emily’ he hands me a card and I smile briefly, accepting it reluctantly,
Matt tugs at my hand and we depart.

I glance at the card, ‘Mike Simmons,
Managing Director.’

‘You going to call him?’ Matt fumes
quietly.

‘Not that it is any of your business, but
no,’ I toss it in the bin in the foyer as we leave.

‘Where to?’ Matt enquires.

I shrug, ‘I don’t mind.’

We drive into the city and park outside a
club. I have heard about this place, it is new and trendy.  He grasps my hand as
we approach the doors where a man in black greets him opening the ropes.

‘Mr Ritchie,’ he nods and gestures us in
past the queue.  I am in awe, I have never approached a club and not had to
queue in the cold.  Matt directs us to the bar and beyond where another roped
area sits, another even bigger man dressed in the uniform of black signals us
through.

‘What do you fancy to drink?’ Matt
murmurs into my ear over the music, ‘champagne?’

I nod, why not I loved the champagne at
the dinner, ‘thank you.’

We sit in a booth overlooking the dance
floor, Matt beside me his arm across the back of the seat.

‘You obviously come here often,’ I call
up to him.

He shrugs non-committal, ‘have you been?’

‘No, not here.  Lucy and I used to
indulge now and then, but now she is with Tom she doesn’t really feel it.’

‘You don’t go out with friends?’ he
enquires.

‘No,’ is all I reply, ‘thank you for a
lovely evening,’ I tip my glass to his.

‘Thank you Emily,’ he sips his drink
whilst his eyes drink me in, I feel my insides tingle as he places his drink on
the table and tips my chin.  I cannot breathe or think as he bends and tastes
the champagne off of my lips, ‘hmmm, I would like to drink champagne off of
your body,’ he whispers down to me as I gaze up dumfounded, his words creating a
warming in my sex.  I cannot speak or breathe as he picks up his glass and
downs a mouthful.

‘Aren’t you driving?’ I recover my
speech.

‘No, we will get a car to drop us off,’
he murmurs.  A couple of people stop by and shake Matt’s hand but he introduces
me to no one remaining distant in his conversations so that they move on
quickly.

I am feeling tipsy, Matt is charming and
has me giggling like a school girl as he tells me stories of his life.  He
respects my wishes to not delve into my past, although now and then I volunteer
a small amount of information, which he listens intently to.

‘So are you dating anyone special?’ I
bravely ask the question that has been at the front of my mind since the day I
met him.

‘What right at this moment, or generally?’
he teases.

‘That was cheesy Ritchie,’ I giggle and
he chuckles without answering.

‘Shall we go?’ he enquires after another
bottle of champagne.

‘Ok’ I agree. 

We enter the waiting vehicle and relax
into the back, my head leaning back against the seat.

‘I have had fun, thank you.’ I turn to
Matt.

‘Me too, you are good company when you
relax,’ he informs me gently, I merely smile over to him. 

We reach my flat and Matt walks me to the
door, ‘do you want a coffee or anything?’ My manners kick in.

‘No thank you,’ he bends and kisses me,
my hand finds his chest and moves up to his neck as I pull him deeper into me. 
He moves us inside the small space at the bottom of the stairs, leaning me
against the wall as his tongue demands an entrance. I open and his tongue
tangles with mine as I groan into his mouth.

I can feel his arousal against me as his
hands pull my hips into him, ‘Emily,’ he whispers, tipping my head to one side
and biting my neck in a place that has me shivering with desire.

‘Hmmmm?’ I moan, as he sucks on my neck.

‘Shall we continue this upstairs,’ he
pants and I nod.

He moves to the car outside and I hear it
depart.  We enter the flat and he throws the keys down on the breakfast bar
moving over to me once again his eyes alight, ‘bedroom?’ he asks and I nod not
trusting myself to speak.

He leans down and kisses me once again,
my hands run over his hard muscles and my insides clench.  I don’t know what is
happening to me and I don’t care, for once I am doing what feels good for me. 
His eyes penetrate mine as he reaches for the zip of my dress behind me lowering
it gently, pushing it off of my shoulders until it pools on the floor, ‘your
body is sensational,’ he murmurs.  His hands move to my hips and upwards until
they find my lace covered breasts, his mouth drops to one nipple and bites
gently through the lace, I call out at the intensity and he sucks it until it
is straining against the thin material.

‘Oh god,’ I groan, as he continues with
the other nipple.

‘Feel good?’ he purrs and I flush, ‘you
have to tell me what feels good,’ he warns.

‘Feels good,’ I whisper, feeling
embarrassed at my admission.

‘Good,’ he finds my mouth once again and
we are kissing passionately, our tongues battling as I am going with my
instincts, ‘you kiss like an angel,’ he mutters pulling my hair to one side to
send little nips down my neck.

‘Ohh, I like,’ I whisper the action
sending delicious shots of pleasure down to my core.

He chuckles, ‘tell me, tell me everything
you like Emily,’ he continues down past my breast to my stomach and I gasp at
his touch. I feel exposed and embarrassed in just my underwear, ‘you look
stunning,’ he whispers gazing down at me, ‘don’t ever be self-conscious, you
should be proud of this body,’ he instructs moving down to my abdomen and
licking around my navel.

‘Oh Matt,’ I call as I feel my insides burn,
he lowers me onto the bed.

‘Relax,’ he instructs as he kisses a
trail down to my sex, ‘hmmm you smell divine,’ he whispers, running his nose up
my sex as I feel moisture pooling between my thighs.  He hooks my underwear in
his fingers and drags them down my legs and off, I am panting in apprehension
as he licks up my thigh pushing my legs apart, ‘hmm’ he moans as he licks the
length of my sex.

‘Oh god,’ I call, my hips rising from the
bed. He holds them still, his hands gripping them firmly whilst he continues to
lick and suck, pleasure flows through me.

‘You taste so sweet Emily,’ he thrusts
his tongue around my sex until I am panting and groaning feeling totally devoid
from my body. His finger locates my entrance and he eases it in and out in
rhythm of his tongue against my molten sex. I feel a sensation, in the form of
a wave rush over me from my head, working down my body as I feel my insides
tighten.  I lose all control over my body as I convulse around him calling out
his name.