#### P A R T 2 ####

When he tiredly entered the flat six hours later, just before midnight, he had worked up quite the guilty conscience. So much for making it quick. As he kicked off his shoes and hung up his jacket, the smell of food greeted him. He walked into the living room. She had set out the dining table nicely, flowers on the table, some candles (now nearly burnt down). He walked into the kitchen to find only the silently humming oven that still kept their food warm.

She’d be raving mad. Hopefully she hadn’t moved out again already. He turned around and walked into the bedroom. There stood the new bed – empty – looking all inviting. She had put on nice sheets, they looked new. He let his fingertips run over the satin. Damn, he had been looking forward to inaugurating the bed with her tonight and the thought of it had bestowed him a painful hard-on more than once in the past hours. But where was she?

He opened the bathroom door. Empty, too. He walked back through the flat, checking the guest rooms and his office to finally stand in the living room again. Running a hand through his hair, he turned around.

And there she was. No wonder he had not seen her at first. She was sleeping on the couch, lying flat on her stomach, head turned to him, eyes closed, her left arm dangling down to the floor, a book only inches from her fingertips lying open on the floor.

Dave smiled, squatting down beside her. He picked up the book, closed it and turned it so he could read the title. It made him swallow and his heart sped up. He licked his lips as he looked up to her peaceful face. So that was what she had been hiding from him. Interesting…

He watched as her back slowly rose and fell with each breath she took. Should he wake her or should he carry her to the bedroom or let her sleep here? But then… this was their first night in their flat, surely she’d be disappointed if he let her sleep through it? Of course that book had absolutely nothing to do with it. Naturally, he would have a lot of explaining and apologising to do first.

Dave bent forward, kissing her on her lips, his hand running down her back to stop at the hem of her shirt, slightly pulling it up and drawing small circles on her skin. He watched the skin on her arm break out in goose bumps and kissed her again. She softly moaned into his kiss, her lips starting to respond.

He pulled away, caressing her hair as he watched her open her eyes.

“Hey, luv.”

“Hey.”

She blinked and moved to roll on her side and sit up. She sleepily rubbed her eyes and yawned at him, then checked her watch.

“Did something happen? What took you so long?” she asked, looking at him, as he kneeled before her.

“I’m sorry, luv. You know how they are when they start going over the tour details.”

He looked alright and healthy, so her accident scenarios vanished into air and worry made way to anger. She got up from the couch and went to the kitchen. He followed her and watched as she opened the oven, took out the food, looked at it and slammed the oven shut again.

“You’re angry,” he stated the obvious.

“Gee, I wonder why,” she snapped at him.

She was long past the point of diplomacy.

“Luv,” he approached her, trying to make her turn to him, but she shook his hands off.

“I’m sorry. It was just… insanely busy.”

He sounded tired, but she failed to notice. She turned to him and anger flashed in her eyes, her finger stabbing onto his chest.

“I don’t give a toss, Dave. We’ve had this discussion so many times now. Why is it so bloody difficult for you to let me know when you’re gonna be late? It’s a text message or a phone call or telling an assistant to call me. My god, is it such an effort?”

She turned around again, trying to save some of the food, which was a hopeless case. Disappointment welled up in her. She had stood in the kitchen for hours, preparing a nice meal, all the while waiting for his return, excited about their first night in their flat. She wanted to make it special. She thought they’d be sleeping in their new bed by now. Sated from the food and their lovemaking.

Instead, she was standing here in the kitchen, looking at the food that once was delicious and now looked – and probably tasted – like stodge. Tears welled up in her eyes.

“I should have made lasagne,” she murmured to herself. “That’s pretty much un-killable.”

She leaned her head on the kitchen cabinet, the cold metal handle cooling her hot skin. It was then that she felt two arms wrap around her from behind. He hugged her to him and she could feel his heart beat. He rested his head on her shoulder, breathing in her scent, pressing a kiss to her skin.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m really sorry.”

He turned her in his arms, his hands cupping her face, his eyes trying to convey the sincerity of his words.

“I longed all evening to be here with you. I’m sorry, hon. I know we both envisioned this differently.”

He kissed her on the lips. It was soft, almost chaste. Her anger vanished. She couldn’t stay mad at him. Not for this, not with the upcoming tour and all the additional stress he had. He needed her by his side and not stabbing him in the back. And he looked tired. Must have been one hell of a meeting.

“I’m sorry, Dave,” she sighed. “I know you looked forward to this, as well. And you’re so busy these days, you don’t need me making your life any more difficult. I was hungry and worried and getting tired, ple-”

He placed his index finger on her lips before she could go on.

“So we’ve established that we’re both sorry,” he smiled. “Now let me see that food. It smells delicious.”

“It looks disgusting.”

“I love exotic looking food. Come on, let’s eat,” he said, swatting her on her bum.

She pointedly quirked an eyebrow at him as he flashed his smug grin. They carried the dishes to the table, sitting down. She filled his and her plate and then picked up the fork, pushing the food around. She had been starving before, but now… this was more than overcooked.

She peered at Dave who eyed his plate suspiciously, before he looked up, too. They both couldn’t stifle their laughter.

“I’ll heat us the pizza from yesterday,” she chuckled and wanted to take his plate, but he swatted her hand away.

“No can do, missy. It smells delicious. So I’m gonna eat it.”

She watched him load his fork, bravely bringing it to his mouth, opening it after slight hesitation, his lips – his wonderful, sensuous lips – closing around the fork and pulling it out again. She saw his jaw muscles flex as he chewed, saw the Adam’s apple bop up and down again as he swallowed. It sent a shiver down her spine. How could he make eating look so damn sexy?

“Mmmh, luv, that’s absolutely delicious! What is it?” he asked, digging in for more.

She chuckled, watching him eat in half-disgust half-adoration. “Dave, it’s okay, it’s horrible. No need to sugar-coat the facts.”

“I’m not kidding you, hon. This is delicious. Come on, have some,” he said, offering her some food on his fork.

“Once you get over the looks, it’s divine.”

He winked at her and she laughed, then opened her mouth for him to feed her. It really tasted very nice.

“So I don’t suppose I should cook this when Martin comes over,” she said.

“You know, Mart has a liking for, uh, peculiarities, but that would be a bit of a stretch even for him,” he teased her.

She smiled, swatting playfully at his arm. “Rub it in my face, why don’t you.”

Suddenly she felt his lips on hers. Her fork fell out of her hand, hit the edge of the table and fell with a clank onto the floor as his hand curled around her neck, holding her in place. A jolt of electricity shot through her body at his touch, setting her entire body on fire. He broke the kiss.

“Mmmh, that smile,” he breathed, his eyes intense.

It was amazing how he could turn around a situation with just one glance, one touch, one word. Her heart was thumping rapidly against her chest.

“Now, luv, I have a question,” he said, pulling out the paperback she had been reading.

He had hid it under the table, after she had scurried off into the kitchen.

Her eyes grew wide. He wasn’t supposed to find it.

“What is that book for?” his voice was husky, but she failed to notice.

All she could do was stare at the book in his hands. He really wasn’t supposed to know. She had bought it to read in privacy and… well, it was her own fault that he had found it. But she had thought she still had time to tuck it back under the couch where it had been for the past week or so.

“Luv?”

Her heart was in her throat. What if he was offended? Hesitatingly, she looked up into his eyes. They were dark. Whether with desire or anger, she could not tell. He was so damn good at keeping his poker face when he wanted to.

“Why do you read a book on ‘How to Enhance Tantric Sex For Men’?”

“I…,” she started, blushing. God, this was embarrassing.

“You…?” he persisted.

She took a deep breath. There was no way around it. He would get it out of her one way or another.

“I wanted to know how to give you more pleasure,” she admitted quietly, averting her eyes.

Hence, she totally failed to see the look on his face. He was not angry, hadn’t been for one second. It had turned him on the moment he had read the title. And the things it implied. And to hear her say it out aloud now… It took his breath away.

Their love life was anything but routine, still after those six months. They both found ways to make it exciting every time again. He had taught her everything he knew about Tantric lovemaking and she had been an eager student. He had gone to highs with her that he hadn’t reached before. And to now find this out… it touched him to the core.

He put the book down and tilted her face up.

“Look at me, babe.”

She did. His eyes shone with love and warmth, making her shiver.

“You think you’re not giving me enough pleasure then?” he inquired softly.

She shook her head. “No, I just… I want to give you more. I want you to feel as loved and desired as you make me.”

He stood up, pulling her along with him and into his arms.

“Baby, you make me feel as loved and as desired as I have never felt before.”

Dave touched her cheek, letting his hand slide into her hair and curl around the back of her head. He bent his head, pulling her in to kiss her. Slowly at first. Then his tongue ran across her bottom lip and she eagerly opened her mouth to let him in. He loved tasting her and they both moaned as their tongues touched and started to dance.

He took her hand and placed it at the front of his trousers, so she could feel his growing hardness.

“See, luv,” he breathed onto her lips, “see, what just one kiss from you does to me? And that is just my body, hon. What you do to my heart...,” he trailed off, feverishly crushing his mouth on hers again.

He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, his hands supporting her bum, and he started to walk towards the bedroom, not once breaking the kiss.

Her head was swimming. Dave evaded all of her senses. She smelt his aftershave and the scent that so uniquely was Dave; tasted the addictive sweetness of his mouth; felt the tenderness of his touch, his hot skin through the fabric of his shirt burning into her skin; and to look at him, eyes closed as he savoured her mouth, making her close her eyes in pleasure again.

Dave had reached the bedroom and slowly put her down on the bed, lying on top of her. He broke the kiss as he felt her hands on his chest, opening the buttons of his shirt, one by one, pushing the fabric apart and drinking in what she saw, before she placed her hands on his chest, making him shudder.

He knew they wouldn’t last long, not tonight. She’d have time to show him what she had leaned some other time. His hands tugged at her shirt, up and over her head, throwing it carelessly to the floor. His hands and lips were on her skin the second the clothing was gone.

She moaned at the feeling and arched her back. He took the opportunity to let his hands slide around her back to unhook her bra, tearing it off impatiently and letting it fall to the floor. Her fingers were in his hair as he buried his head in her chest, his arms holding her close to him.

“Oh baby, I want you so much,” he said throatily, before his lips closed around the soft skin of her nipple.

He sucked it in, grazed it with his teeth, gave the nipple a long lick and breathed out over the wet skin. He watched as the nipple grew harder, kissed it and then moved on to the other one, his hand rubbing the other nipple, with his open palm.

The friction on her one breast and the wetness of his mouth on her other was driving her absolutely mad. Her hands wandered from his hair down his neck, pulling his shirt apart and she helped him slipping out of it, throwing it somewhere. Then her hands were on his hot skin again, enjoying the feel of it, over his shoulders and across his back, then to his sides and to the front of his pants. She worked his belt open in no time, unbuttoned and unzipped him and he moved up to her ear, to give her better access.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned as he felt her hands carefully pulling down his trousers and his member sprang free.

Her one hand closed around his shaft immediately and he bucked his hips into her hand. She stroked him, caressing his slit and just then the first drops of pre-cum appeared. He shuddered and she could feel him jerk in her hand. Then he pulled away and sat up, tugging down her jeans and panties in one swift move, quickly getting rid of his own trousers.

She sat up and straddled his lap, rolling them over so she was now on top.

“My treat, baby,” she whispered.

He lay still, his hands resting on her thighs, fingers drawing slow circles onto her skin. She closed her eyes at his caress, then moved her hands up to her head to take out the clip that held up her hair. It had grown in the past six months and now fell well over her shoulders onto her back. She tossed the clip on the bedside table. It missed and fell to the floor, unnoticed.

She bent forward, placing her hands at the sides of his head until she was face to face with him. His hands were in her hair instantly, brushing it back.

His heart beat quickened at the warmth and love in her eyes. He closed his eyes as she bent down her head and he felt her lips touch his forehead. She whispered kisses along his eyebrows, across his closed eyes, down his cheeks, along his jaw line and, finally, brushed his lips with hers.

It was the faintest kiss and yet it left his heart soaring. Then she moved on, down his neck. He tilted his head back so she had full access to his throat. She licked along his veins, kissing his Adam’s apple that bopped up and down as he swallowed. He felt her silky hair trail down his face and tickle his neck as she moved down further.

Her tongue drew out the lines of his phoenix tattoo, then kissed across his chest, to the Ohm tattoo, there, too, licking the outline. He moaned and opened his eyes, hooded with pleasure and desire, his hands still in her hair.

He saw her head hovering over his nipple and felt her hot lips closing around it. His sharp intake of breath sent hot liquid right down to her groin and she could feel him shiver under her. She moved over to his other nipple, leaving a wet trail on his skin.

“Oh yes, luv,” he gasped and she could feel his heart beat quickly against his chest.

She moved further down his body, settling between his legs. His hands fisted in her hair as she reached his navel and dipped her tongue in it, then slowly licking down. He could feel her fingers and tongue on his skin, her hot breath puffing against the wet trail she left, her nose lightly rubbing against him as she inhaled his scent. It was driving him mad and a long, low moan vibrated through his chest.

She pulled away and his hands fell back onto the bed as she moved her hair to the side, looking up at him and drinking in his sight. His pupils were dilated and made his eyes seem black. His wonderfully luscious lips were slightly parted as he stared down at her, tongue unconsciously flicking out to lick along his lower lip. Her heart beat quickened.

Slowly, her eyes lowered and rested on his shaft. She took him in her hand, curling her fingers around him.

He groaned, letting his head fall back onto the mattress. His hands moving back into her hair, as he felt her tongue lick his head and then she took him into her mouth. He hissed as he felt her hot wetness around him and he jerked his hips up when she hollowed her cheeks and increased the suction.

She let him slip out of her mouth and he could feel the breath stream out of her nose and onto his slick shaft. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere on his shaft all at once, her one hand wrapped around his member, her other caressing his inner thighs and testicles with feather light touches.

“FUCK!” he panted, his hands fisting in her hair as she sucked him in again, deep-throating him.

He could feel his tip touching the back of her throat and he looked down. He saw her lips, swollen and red around his shaft, felt her tongue stroking along a vein, her teeth slightly grazed his base. He felt her swallow around him and it nearly made him shoot into her mouth.

“Yes, yesss!” he hissed.

Sweat was trickling down his temples and he could feel the tightness in his balls as she let him slide out of her mouth again. He watched as her cheeks hollowed and he felt her mouth around his shaft, so incredibly tight and hot and wet. She started to hum. And he nearly lost it then. The deep vibration around his member drove him to the edge.

Frantically, he pulled her off his shaft and up none too gently, sitting up, desperately hanging on to the last bit of control he had left. Her gaze was irritated and he crashed his mouth onto hers hungrily, tasting himself on her, making him moan, his tongue duelling with hers in a feverish fight.

He broke the kiss.

“On all fours, baby,” he commanded, his voice hoarse. “Grab the bars.”

She got down on her knees, wrapping her fingers around the cool iron bars for support as she felt him move behind her. His hardness pressed into the cheeks of her bum, against her soaking wet entrance, his thighs touched the back of hers. She turned her head to the side, looking back at him.

His eyes were lakes of fire, burning with desire and passion. He moved his hand up to her neck, brushing her hair to the side and letting his long, slender fingers caress her neck, before he ran them down her spine, feeling her arch her back and thrust her hips back into him.

His other hand came up to cup her breast. He bent over her, placing an open mouthed kiss on her shoulder blade, both his hands now cupping her breasts, rubbing her hardened nipples between his fingertips, gently massaging her mounds.

Dave’s mouth crushed hers in a bruising kiss, before he broke away, leaning back and letting his hands wander down her back. He watched as her skin broke out in goose bumps. Then he cupped her cheeks.

“Open up for me, baby,” he said.

She moved her legs apart and he looked at the sight in front of him. She was soaking wet and ready for him. Her folds a rich pink, her nub hard and swollen. He took his throbbing member into his hand, guiding it to her slick entrance, placing both hands on her hips. He stilled for one moment, taking in the power he had over her right at this moment. She was waiting with bated breath, her head still turned to him, but her eyes now closed.

Then he thrust into her hard, jerking his hips forward, his hands pulling hers hard back onto him. She cried out, gripping the iron bars hard, her head falling back.

“Fuck, Dave!”

He shuddered as he felt her inner walls pull him in closer. The penetration was deep and intense. He knew it wouldn’t take them long to be flying. As he slid half-way out of her, he moved his one hand to her breast, massaging it, before he thrust back inside her again.

They both cried out as he buried himself deeper inside her, hitting her cervix.

“Fuck, babe, you’re so fucking tight,” he panted.

He started at a frantic rhythm, not able to hold back any longer. He moved his hand down her belly to find her aching spot, circling and rubbing it faster and faster as the rammed into her harder and faster with each thrust.

Dave saw her knuckles turn white, her breasts bopped forward and backward in rhythm, her back now covered in sweat. The sound of their slick skin slapping together with each thrust filled the room, along with their moans.

He felt his balls tighten and he grabbed her hips hard, ramming into her, his other hand rubbing her clit frantically now.

She cried out his name as orgasm hit her like lightning. She arched her back and pushed back hard, taking him in even deeper. His fingers still rubbed her clit, intensifying her orgasm as he thrust inside her again, her muscles clamping down hard on him and with a loud shout he came hard and spurted his hot semen inside her, following her into sweet oblivion.

They slowly rode out the waves of their climax, their bodies shivering and trembling. As they came down from their high, their breathing calmed down.

He wrapped his arms around her and this instant her hands fell from the bars. He pulled her back and up against his sweat-slick body, in a tight embrace. He turned her head to him and his mouth found hers in a long, sensual kiss. Her hands covered his, stroking him tenderly.

Dave slipped out of her. She felt his semen run out of her as soon as he left. He grabbed the Kleenex box from the bedside table and handed her some tissues so she could clean herself up. Then he drew her in his arms, lying down and pulling the covers over them.

She gently kissed his chest, feeling his heart beat under her lips. He had his eyes already closed and she watched him drift off to sleep with heavy eyes, joining him not long afterwards.