Daydreamer

Lucy

“You are so handsome,” I breathed as I looked up at Felix. We’d made it in from the car but not far beyond the front door. I hadn’t even taken my coat off before I turned to him, wrapped my arms around him, looked up at his gorgeous face and blurted that out. Not exactly as smooth as I’m sure Felix was used to, but I was a couple of cocktails down and I’d spent the last twenty minutes breathing him in on the car ride. There was only so much a girl could take. And he was handsome. So handsome it was almost unreal.

I wasn’t sure what was driving him to take me home tonight, to kiss me, but I wasn’t going to question it. If this was the only time I ever had with Felix, I was going to make the most of it, and that included telling him how handsome he was. He smiled down at me, his long-lost dimple making an appearance for the second time that evening, reached up and tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear, searching my face in that intense way that made my stomach flip over.

“You are so fucking gorgeous it’s almost painful,” he murmured before he kissed the corner of my mouth again. Another tummy flip and a wave of desire so strong I thought I probably would have sunk to the ground had I not been secure in the circle of Felix’s arms. I’d never had a compliment involving the f-word before – it had a certain extra kick.

“You’re really good at this,” I said, and he chuckled against my neck.

“Come on,” he muttered through a smile, taking my hand and leading me to the stairs. He paused at the bottom step. “Do you want a drink?” I shook my head vigorously, and he smiled again as if I was funny. “Toast and Marmite?” Another head shake. “Tea?” His tone was teasing now, and I narrowed my eyes.

“Felix, take me upstairs,” I said, trying to make my voice as firm as possible, but it just made his smile widen.

“Bossy little thing, aren’t you,” he said in a low voice before he brushed his lips against mine again, causing a whole body shiver and another head rush, making me feel almost lightheaded. This time, I did stumble slightly. Felix’s eyes narrowed at that, and his smile dropped. “How much have you had to drink, Lucy?”

I shrugged. In truth, I was pretty buzzed. Being a cider drinker, I think I may have underestimated how strong those cocktails were. That was probably why I hadn’t been a bundle of nerves in the crowded bar. Definitely why I opened up to Piers about my writing. But there was no way I was going to let that get in the way of my chance with Felix. This might be the only opportunity I had with him. If he thought I was shitfaced, I knew he wouldn’t go any further with me. And we were going further, goddamn it. I’d been dreaming of this since middle school. Nothing was getting in my way.

“Hardly anything,” I said, trying to look as sober as possible. He narrowed his eyes and pulled away slightly.

“Maybe we should pause things tonight, love,” he said.

“No!” I semi-shouted, and his eyebrows went up in surprise. “There will be no pausing of things. Look, I’ll prove how sober I am.” I pulled away from him to walk up the corridor in a straight line, heel to toe. Unfortunately, seeing as I was a wee bit shitfaced and wearing stupid heeled boots, I listed to the side, and Felix had to catch me before I fell on my arse. He laughed as he pulled me against him again and gave me another brief kiss.

“We don’t have to do anything now,” he said softly as he looked down at my frustrated face. “There’s no rush to⁠—”

“I swear I’m sober. You try doing that in these stupid boots.”

“Lucy, I⁠—”

“Felix Moretti, if you don’t take me to your bedroom right now and do bad, bad things to me, I will… well, I don’t know what I’ll do, but it’ll piss me right off. I haven’t been fantasising about you for the vast majority of my life only to have you put the kibosh on it just because you think I’m a bit squiffy. That’s not going to fly, boss or no.”

His body was shaking with laughter now, and it only served to piss me off more. When he’d finished laughing, he looked down at my scowling face.

“You’ve wanted me for that long?” he asked, his tone low and intense. In the back of my mind, I realised that sober-not-lust-crazed Lucy would be mortified to be revealing that much to Felix. But tipsy-Felix-addled Lucy was very much in charge at the moment, and she was going to be sorted out tonight in Felix’s bed. I leaned into him and stared deep into his eyes.

“Felix, I promise I know what I’m doing. Please.”

The amusement died in Felix’s expression as he searched my face. “Christ,” he groaned. “I’m going straight to hell.”

Then he kissed me. Not briefly this time. This time, it was deep, long and demanding. My knees went weak, but his strong arms were around me holding me up as my tongue slid into his mouth and my hands found their way under his shirt to feel the muscles of his back under his warm skin. I swear Felix’s body temperature ran a few degrees higher than the average human. He was such a perfect counterbalance to me. I always felt cold, but with Felix, I was so warm I felt like I was burning up.

“Take me to bed,” I muttered against his lips, and he groaned again before pulling away, taking my hand and dragging me towards the stairs. When I stumbled on the third step, I thought he was going to go all noble again and suggest putting the brakes on. But instead, he bent down and swept me up with one arm under my knees and the other around my shoulders. He then proceeded to jog up the stairs, taking them two at a time, with me held up against his chest as if he didn’t even register my weight at all.

We made it to the top landing, and Felix, clearly still not feeling me capable of independent ambulation, turned and strode down the corridor, before kicking open one of the doors and taking me into what must be his bedroom. I only had a moment to take in the deep grey of the walls against the stark white of the bedding on his huge bed before I was deposited on the soft duvet. I came up on my elbows to watch Felix shrug his coat off onto the floor, loosen his tie, undo the top button of his shirt, then do that incredibly sexy man-manoeuvre I’d only ever seen in films when the man grabs their shirt from the back between their shoulder blades and whips it off in one.

“Oh my God,” I breathed as I took in his torso. Tanned skin, defined muscles, broad shoulders. He smiled at me then, wide and glamorous, his white teeth standing out against his dark skin and thick stubble, his dimple making me catch my breath. All the blood seemed to leave my brain and sweep down south. He was just that beautiful. He climbed over to me then, and I sank back onto the bed as my elbows gave out. His still-smiling face hovered above mine, the muscles of his arms bulging with tension as he held himself above me. Then he lowered himself down, his delicious weight pressing me further into the bed, an intense warmth flooding from his body to mine.

“Breathe, baby,” he whispered roughly in my ear, and I let out a puff of air that I hadn’t even realised I’d been holding, then pulled a sharp breath in. He rocked against me, and I made a sound I’d never imagined myself capable of – a desperate sort of small moan from deep within my chest. That seemed to trigger a loss of some of his control. He groaned again, and his mouth sealed over mine with another demanding kiss. One of my hands went into his thick hair to hold him to me, and the other went up around his back, feeling the muscles move under the scorching skin as he continued to rock into me.

“You have way too many clothes on,” he muttered against my lips as he started to wrestle with my coat, throwing it onto the floor, then moving onto my jumper dress, which he pulled over my head to follow the coat. “What the fuck?” he said as my next layer of merino wool dress was revealed. When that layer went, he started laughing when he encountered my full-length lace-trimmed thermals. “Are you even in there?” he asked, and I giggled. But I stopped when he tore off the thermal layer, and I was left in my underwear. Suddenly I wasn’t feeling so buzzed from the cocktails anymore. My shyness and insecurity started poking through the Felix lust haze, and I bit my lip, scared to look up at him.

“Lucy,” Felix breathed, his voice rough with desire, and I plucked up the courage to raise my gaze to his. Rejection, after I’d pined for him for so long, would have killed me, but that was not what I saw in his face. His jaw was clenched tight, a fierce expression on his face as his eyes swept the length of my body.

“Fucking hell,” he breathed, then he moved. Before I knew it, he’d unhooked my bra, thrown it to the floor and slid his hand behind my back to pull my body flush with his, my softness against his hard chest, and he was kissing me again. “You are incredible,” he said against my mouth, that rough quality back in his voice. I was beyond forming words now. Now that his hot skin was directly against mine, his hardness moving against me. He kissed down my throat to my chest until his mouth closed over one of my nipples. I arched off the bed and made another desperate noise in the back of my throat.

His hand traced down my stomach until he was right there, skimming inside my knickers and pressing his thumb at my centre whilst his fingers glided into me. He started a slow steady rhythm with his hand, exerting just the right amount of pressure as I squirmed beneath him. Eventually, I’d lost all control and was literally riding his hand, completely disinhibited. Then the sharp tug of his mouth at my other nipple tipped me over the edge. He bit me lightly as I flew apart with a near scream, stars exploding behind my eyes.

It was so intense that I actually felt like I’d left my body. When I came back to myself and blinked up at Felix’s focused expression, another wave of desire swept through me.

“Jesus Christ,” he said in a rough voice almost strained voice. He had a wild look in his eyes, and his whole body was strung tight as if holding himself back. I could feel the tense muscles under my hands on his back as I slid them up to his hair.

“Blimey,” I breathed. “You’re really bloody good at that.”

That broke through Felix’s intensity. His body started shaking before he collapsed onto me and laughed into my throat. “Thanks for the performance review,” he said against my skin through his laughter, and I smiled. The weight of him and his movement was starting to build up the tension in me again, and I started moving against him, a small moan escaping as I kissed his ear. Then some sort of sex kitten Lucy emerged, and I took his ear between my teeth before licking it with my tongue and whispering in his ear.

“I need you, Felix.”

His laughter merged into a groan. And when he pulled back to look at me, that intensity was back in his expression. Before I knew it, my knickers were on the floor along with the rest of his clothes, and he was reaching into his side table for a condom, which he sorted in record time. Then his cock was right there, pressing forward. I inhaled sharply and tensed for a moment at his size. A muscle was clenched in his jaw, and his body was trembling with the tension of holding back.

“Lucy,” he said in a rough voice. “Baby, are you a virgin?”

“What? Oh no… well, I mean not really.”

He swallowed; it looked like it was costing him every bit of self-control. His body was trembling over mine. “What do you mean by not really?”

“Er… well, I’ve had sex before with Davey Turnbull, you know the farmer’s lad up in Lower Winton?”

Felix closed his eyes slowly and let out a huff of breath, which sounded like a half-laugh, half-groan, almost like he was in some extreme pain but finding it amusing.

“It’s just that Davey was⁠—”

“Please, Luce, when I’m nearly inside you in my bed, please can we not talk about ‘Davey the Farmer’s lad’?”

“Well, see, Davey wasn’t quite as… er, blessed in that area.”

“Davey had a small cock.”

“Not really, it’s just you seem to have a… well… a… rather large… er…”

More of his weight settled on me as he slid further in. I grunted as I adjusted to his size.

“Enough said, baby,” he said into my ear in a rough whisper, slowly pushing forward. I moaned as I stretched around him. I was so full it was almost uncomfortable, but I craved more, pushing my hips up to take more of him. “Christ,” he ground out. “Keep still, love. I can’t⁠—”

“Please, Felix,” I breathed. “Fuck me.”

That snapped his control, and I gasped as he thrust forward, now fully seated inside me, so deep it was verging on discomfort but in a delicious way. He paused a moment to search my face, his eyes wild. “Are you okay?”

“I–I think so? I mean you’re really big. Maybe too big? But in a good way. Like, I feel full and achey and… well like I want you to move. Maybe?”

He made a sound which was half-laugh, half-groan before he did just that, slowly at first then building pace until his thrusts were shaking me on the bed as I climbed back up to the peak. Then he was kissing me and hooking one of my legs over his arm to get the exact angle I didn’t even know I needed. His movements were wild as I broke again, convulsing around him with pleasure so intense it felt like I might black out with the force of it. Then I got to watch as Felix’s rhythm became more forceful, uncontrolled and uneven before everything in his incredible body strung tight. He let out a hoarse cry then after a long moment he collapsed on top of me, letting me take all his weight for a few seconds before he managed to roll to the side. He pulled me along with him so that I was sprawled over his chest, my leg up on his thigh, and my face tucked into his neck. Then he tugged the duvet over both of us before his arms came up around me to hold me to him tightly. We were breathing heavily, the intensity still in the air but now mixed with acute relief. Then Felix started laughing again.

“Hey,” I snapped, slapping his chest in indignation. “What’s so funny?”

He looked down at my frowning face and kissed me through his laughter. But he didn’t stop laughing, the bastard. Was sex with me that comical? I started to pull away, but his arms tightened around me to keep me in place and against his warmth.

“I think that’s a first for me. A performance review after I made you come was one thing, but the discussion of a past lover, including his full name and who he worked for in the village I grew up in when I was practically inside you, was… unusual.”

“You asked me!”

“You could just have said, ‘No, Felix, I’m not a virgin’. You didn’t have to give me the full name, profession and dick size of your last partner.”

“My only partner,” I muttered grumpily into his chest. He kissed the top of my head and started stroking my back.

“Not anymore,” he said in a very satisfied tone.

“Well, I’m sorry if sex with me is weird. I’m not fully up on the etiquette.”

Felix laughed again, then pushed me onto my back, settling his weight on top of me again, both his hands coming up to my face to push my hair gently back behind my ears. “Sex with you is absolutely incredible, Lucy,” he said through a smile. “Even if I have Davey Turnbull’s name burned into my brain for eternity, I wouldn’t change a thing.” Then he kissed me again, deep and long and so thoroughly I forgot to be cross. In fact, as he hardened against me again, I forgot everything apart from his warmth and the pure need flooding through me.