The itinerary for the next day was slightly different. We stopped by the hotel to freshen up before a romantic dinner. Cliff had made reservations.
I was in the hotel robe, drying my hair when Cliff stepped out of the showers, topless, with a towel over his shoulders. I feigned disinterest but from the corner of my eye, confirmed that he got his boxers on. While the hairdryer blew noisily over my hair, he vigorously wiped his with the towel. His arms flexed and his well-toned abdominal muscles moved with every action he made.
"Excuse me, you are staring," Cliff commented, while continue to do what he was doing.
I blushed and quickly looked away. A smile etched on my face.
He came closer and asked in a deep, seductive voice "May I?"
Two can play the game. Someone triggered the naughty nerve. I turned to him, kept my head tilted up but dropped my gaze down at his boxers and responded "Ah...ha," before locking my eyes with his again. Whatever his may-i referring to.
Unexpectedly, he grabbed the hair dryer from my hand, stood behind me and proceeded to blow my hair. Sweet. His other hand gently ran over my hair as he directed the blower towards the layers.
Then he ran his fingers down from the nape of my neck and slowly pushed the collar of the hotel robe to one side, revealing my collar bone. Very deliberately, he lowered his head and planted a lingering kiss on my shoulder. I shuddered, closed my eyes, automatically extended my neck to the other side which he responded by planting another one at the jugular.
The game had begun. However, I wasn't sure what was I playing at.
I stood up and turned my body facing Cliff. He dumped the hair dryer on the floor, motor still whirling. Wordlessly, he pulled my body towards his, and secured one arm behind my waist. I put on a cool face, while trying to search his. None of us were smiling, our eyes locked on each other, testing.
I shall go first. I touched his bare shoulder and ran my hand down to the notch on his arm where the deltoid meets the biceps, and I sealed his lips with mine. He responded gently. I can feel his firm jawline and the smell of aftershave. I dug my fingers into his arm and we kissed again, and again. Getting more passionate and urgent than before. My head was spinning and I was running out of breath. His hands were busy, touching all the right spots. I didn't even realize that he had already unhooked my bra.
His torso still locked against mine, I felt his transformation. Cliff Jr was awakened. Damn it, I felt myself pulsating and contracting too.
What is it now? I wanted him so badly, I wanted him in me, hard and raw. But...
His tongue was working in my mouth, and I hung on to his neck. He lifted me and placed me seated on the writing desk and he stood in between my legs. My back was arched, and his upper body over me, he kissed my extended neck sensual. He had not bother to untie my hotel robe tho the skirt had fallen to the side where my legs were spread apart, revealing my underwear. In a swift move, he closed the gap between us and I let out a gasp, followed by a moan in pleasure. His gun. Wild, demanding and strong, it kept coming.
I was losing it. Cliff was in full control. Play the game your way.
It took me a moment to understand there was no penetration, yet. His boxers and my underwear were still where they were, only now much wetter, from certain discharge. Suddenly everything seemed quiet, apart from the hair dryer still whirling. The motor was going to burn out soon.
With my heart thumping, I opened my eyes and saw Cliff looking at my face intently. His arms were still holding me, but he had summoned junior to back away. "Wha... what?" I asked quizzically.
His eyes bore deeply into mine, as if searching.
"I..." he chose his words carefully "Sorry, babe, I am sorry."
Things went from sizzling hot to ice cold at a fraction of a moment. What an anti-climax. I was confused. I was left with a screaming physical need unsatiated, but somehow an unexplained wave of relief came washing over me. What did I want, exactly? For now, one thing for sure, game over.
"This is not a game for me. I... I should've asked... if you were ready."
I was speechless. Ready? Are you crazy? I hopped to the floor and straightened the robe.
"Wait, honey. Are you mad?" He held me firmly to prevent me from walking away.
"What the hell was that?" I asked softly. No, I wasn't mad, because I was no slut. But I deserve a better explanation.
"Please... listen to me." He was trying, and I let him. "I have fallen... in love with you. Trust me, I really wanted... your body, but more than that, I want all of you, including your heart and soul. If... if we are to make love for the very first time, you and I, it should be... special, unforgettable. Not like this, conveniently in a cheap hotel... I..."
Cliff hugged me tightly and pressed my head against his chest. I did not resist, nor encouraged him. His junior still erected.
"Please understand, Faye... Believe me..." he begged softly, with his deep soothing voice. I had never heard of a man who resisted an urge so carnal, and did it successfully. For my own sake, I wanted to believe him.
He kissed me on my forehead and said "I love you... truly, madly, deeply. This is not some cheap sex for me, I am willing to pay the price for love. I am willing to wait and I wanted to honour you. Help me out here, please? Before I lost control, babe..." Honour or humiliate?
Calmly but firmly, I placed a palm on his chest and pushed him apart, so that I can see him face to face. For a moment, from his eyes, I thought I caught a glimpse deep into his soul.
"Put on a shirt, Cliff, and join me outside. I am not as 'honoured' as you wish I were." I walked to the balcony, lit a cigarette and inhaled sharply, hoping the smell and the smoke will clear my brain.
I waited for Cliff to come out and I was going to tell my story. And then let's see if you still love me truly, madly, deeply.