The Director's Cut (21 page)

I’m half expecting James to transform into dominant mode as he shuts the hotel room door. But as he leads me into his hotel suite, his face is soft.

“I’ve been thinking about what I wanted to do to you all day,” he admits, taking both my hands and pulling me towards him.

“Mainly, I’ve been thinking about this.” His hand reaches up to cup my chin, and at his touch, I feel myself lifted up, as though I were floating.

Then h
e leans forward and takes my mouth in a beautiful, gentle kiss. His lips move on mine, and the slow rhythm is intoxicating.

All thoughts of press coverage and Madison vanish. All I can think about
is him and this moment.

Then James breaks away, keepi
ng his eyes fixed softly on my face.

“I love you,” he says simply.

“I love you too.”

We look into each other’s eyes for a long moment.
And then he kisses me again.

Mmmmm
.
I sink into him, warm and drugged, by the kiss. Then I feel his hand slide along the length of my body, and other feelings begin to pulse.

“I’ve been thinking all day,” says James, “how you didn’t get the attention you deserved
backstage.”

I didn’t? From what I remember, it was pretty damn hot.

“I thought it was time I gave you some romance,” he adds.

I give him a half
-smile, still hazy from his kiss. “I didn’t know you were the romantic kind,” I reply.

“Well, perhaps not traditional romantic,” agrees James. He kisses my mouth, then stoops and sweeps me up into his arms so I’m held like a storybook heroine.

James locks his eyes on mine. “But I’m going to give you the best orgasm of your life.”

“That sounds pretty good,” I say, feeling light and love-drunk in his arms.

“Mmmm,” he says. “I’m looking forward to hearing you come.”

I feel
a blush heat my cheeks.

“Oh Issy,” says James, “are you embarrassed? Don’t be. I promise you, in a few moments, you won’t be thinking of anything but how much pleasure I’m giving you.”

He lays me down on the bed and stands, removing his T-shirt.

“You are so beautiful,” he says. And then he kneels at the edge of the bed and lifts my foot, easing off my shoe. He runs a finger gently from my bare ankle right along the inside of my leg.

I feel myself quiver at the light touch.

James leans over and eases off my other shoe. Then he places it neatly beside the first. Everything he does now feels measured and deliciously premeditated.

He moves to the end of the bed and kneels up on it. Then his hand returns to my ankle, and this time my sensitised skin leaps at the contact.

Carefully
, he raises my foot and plants a soft kiss on the inside of my ankle.

“
Mmmm,” I murmur. Even this slight contact feels incredible.

He moves a little upwards and kisses slowly up the inside of my leg.

I feel myself sinking into the bed as my body relaxes. And then I contract in electric pulses of arousal as his mouth moves higher, towards my inside thigh.

“Lift up your arms,” he whispers.

As I raise my hands above my head, he slides my dress up, unhooking it at the back, and pulling it over my head.

Now I’m wearing nothing but my underwear.

He drops the dress onto the floor and returns to his tantalising path of kisses, tracking up inside my left thigh.

“I’m going to make every inch of your skin come alive,” he
says, keeping the contact with my leg. “And when I finally make you come, you’re going to explode.”

Already, there are white waves of passion gliding up and down my legs, following where James’s mouth has been.

As he reaches the joining of my thighs, I’m crying out for his lips to make contact.

But instead, he sweeps over my panties with the very lightest of touches.

“Aaaaaah,” I moan. The effect is electric. How can he do so much to me with such little contact?

James lifts my other ankle and repeats the sensual line of kisses along my calf and then up my inner thigh.

This time, my whole body is already sensitised, and the effect is so arousing, it’s almost torturous.

Now he reaches my panties and kisses softly where they meet the skin.

“James,” I gasp.

“
Shhh.”

He runs a finger under the edge of my panties and sweeps a thumb lightly from between my legs to
the base of my stomach.

Then he moves his mouth and plants a warm path of kisses, following where his thumb has just been.

“I can already feel how wet you are,” he murmurs. “I hope you’re ready for this, Issy.”

I feel almost powerless to respond. The growing sensations in my body are already so strong.

James reaches a hand under my back and unhooks my bra, and then he’s gliding it off my shoulders, his fingers caressing me.

Now he slides his thumbs under my breasts and traces the line of them underneath.

“Mmmmm.” My body is on fire for him.

He moves his mouth downwards, this time stroking a path with his tongue. The sudden change of contact is like a
lightning bolt of lust, striking my whole body at once.

I feel m
y back arch off the bed, and his hands grasp my waist, pinning me back down.

H
is lips have reached the top of my panties now, and he begins inching them down with his fingers. Every part of my body begins pulsing for him as he lifts my legs and drops my panties into the floor.

Gently, he spreads my legs, and as the cool air creates a new sensation on my wetness, I hear myself cry out.

Then he’s blowing warm air onto me, and it’s exquisite. I don’t want him to stop. But then his tongue is there, and I feel myself transported to another dimension of pleasure.

“
Aaaaaah!” I feel myself pull up off the bed again, and James’s strong hands return to my hips, pinning me back down.

His mouth never breaks contact
between my legs, and the waving warmth of his tongue is pure ecstasy.

“Oh my God,” I murmur. “That is incredible.”

James lifts his mouth away just fractionally. “Oh Issy,” he grins, his breath hot against me, “I’ve hardly got started.”

H
is mouth moves back between my legs, and I gasp. He varies the movements of his tongue, creating a barrage of incredible sensations and wracking my entire lower body with throbbing pleasure.

Then he stands, and I open my eyes wider to see him standing over me.

“I’m going to tie you up now,” he says, “and use a vibrator on you.”

I nod, not sure if he’s waiting for a response. Right now, I would agree to anything.

James slides open a bedside drawer and removes a soft length of black rope.

“Raise up your arms,” he whispers, “I’m going to tie you to the bed.”

I raise my arms up and let him secure my wrists. As I feel myself bound up, another arc of sensation comes into play. This helplessness lends a new fission to the desire already coursing through my body.

Then James takes a silver vibrator from the drawer. I’ve seen it before. This was one of the
toys which James put in my chalet, back in London. I remember the pulsing feeling as I turned it on, and feel myself swell with expectation.

It’s curved and elegant looking, but it’s also fairly large. I wonder if he means to use it inside me.

“I’m enjoying making love to you,” whispers James as he climbs onto the bed and positions himself between my legs. “Everything I’m going to do to you is about giving you the most pleasure.”

He leans forward and kisses my mouth deeply.
Knowing where his mouth has been should make me uncomfortable. But in the riot of sensations hitting my body, I don’t care about a single thing but how much I want him.

I feel the hardness of the vibrator in his hand.

“I’m going to slide this inside you,” he says. “It’s large enough to open you up a little. But you’re already wet enough that it won’t hurt you.”

I nod, finding
it easy to put my faith in him utterly.

And then he slides the smooth vibrator deep inside me.

Ahhhhhh.
The sensation of it, hard, deep, but not him. It’s difficult to describe. I feel filled up, but in a different way, to having James there.

I look into
his eyes, and he moves forward and kisses me again. As his lips meet mine, he twitches his finger, and the pulsing vibrations light up inside of me.

“
Oooooo,” I moan aloud, sighing into his mouth as he kisses me.

It’s a deeply erotic
sensation, rooted inside my body.

“I want you to know how much I love you,” says James, his eyes on mine. “I want to see your face whilst I’m giving you pleasure, Issy.”

Inside of me, the vibrations are building up and up. As though I’m about to explode.

“I want you,” I whisper, lost in his eyes. “I want you inside of me.”

“Not yet.”

He moves away and slides off his trousers and boxers, freeing
himself. I see his hand reach out to take a condom, and then his mouth is back down between my legs. And now the sensation is like nothing I have ever felt.

“Oh God!” I am writhing in total ecstatic bliss as James’s mouth works me expertly
, and the toy pulses inside. “Please James.”

Slowly, he slides
it out of me, and keeping his mouth tight against my wetness, moves the vibrator to make a shimmering path over each of my nipples.

I feel my breasts lift as the vibrations feather other them, sending a deep pulse of pleasure right through my chest.

Then James pulls away his mouth from between my legs, and he’s naked, on top of me. His hand rolls on a condom, and his mouth hits mine again.

I can taste myself on his lips, and the headiness of knowing this makes me kiss his more fervently.

He brings his hand down between our bodies, continuing the stroking contact on my clitoris where his mouth left.

And then he’s deep inside me.
Deeper than he’s ever been, making measured thrusts.

“Oh James!”
My arms are restrained. And I push against him, moving my mouth and arching my body as far into him as I can. I want every part of me touching him as he builds a relentless rhythm inside of me.

“I’m going to come
.” As I say the words, my orgasm hits like a starburst. I feel myself lift up away from the bed, and James’s hot sweat is slick against my naked skin.

He reaches up and pulls on the ropes
, securing my hands. I feel my wrists come apart, and my arms fall freely to the bed.

Automatically, m
y hands grip his behind, driving him as far into me as possible, and as I clutch at him, I feel him gasp and thrust harder.

W
hite hot heat sweeps across every part of me, and then a shuddering wave of orgasm hits me again, taking me into another stratosphere of pleasure.

“Issy,” says James, “I can feel you. I’m coming.”

I lock my legs around his back and feel my whole body shake around him as he moans in orgasm.

And then the ripples begin to fade out a little, and I feel e
ach cell in my body tingling. It’s as though every sense is super aware, and I cling to James, breathing his smell and holding his hot body tight.

I feel his rapid breathing begin to slow a little, and his arms tighten around me as he looks into my eyes.

“You were serious,” I gasp, reaching up to grasp a handful of his hair.

“I was?”

“That was the best orgasm of my life.”

He laughs softly.

I let my head thud back onto the bed, and my eyes thud up onto the ceiling.

“That was just incredible.”

James lounges beside me, rolling his arms across my body.

“For me too,” he admits. “There’s nothing I like more than giving you pleasure
, Issy.”

“I think that makes you the perfect
man,” I say, turning to him with a smile.

“Not exactly.”

“Oh?”

“I had a hidden agenda,” James admits.

“And what was that?”

James’s face suddenly turns more serious. “I want more of you
, Issy. I want all of you.”

“You’ve got all of me,” I say. And I mean it. If I were in any doubt before, right now, there is no question in my mind. I am completely and utterly his.

“We’ll see,” says James. “You might be called upon to prove that.”

“How exactly?” I frown.

“I’m going to take you for dinner,” says James, stroking my cheek. “And then I’ll show you.”