Page 56 of Hers to Tame
When we are shown to our room, it completely takes my breath away. Colin has booked us a suite with a river view. I stare out the window at London patiently until the bellman leaves before plowing into Colin. I manage to shove him back onto the bed before working feverishly to rip his clothes off.
“Please, I’m begging you, watch the junk!” He’s not fooling anyone. He puts up a fuss when I jump him like this, but he’s always hard as an iron rod when I get this worked up. He’ll let me ride him for a while before his inner caveman takes over. Then he flips me over so he can really get to work. I love every second of it.
“I’m not saying stop, but what has me wrestling a tiger?” He finishes the sentence with a moan when I slide down onto him. I pull my shirt and bra off before leaning down for a quick kiss before sitting back up.
I start a hard rhythm of sliding up and down his shaft then grinding my hips when I hit the bottom. His eyes have glazed over as I feel the ache in my core building. He’s trying to slow me down, holding on to my hips.
“Maggie, slow down or I’ll come before you.” Sorry, not this time. This man is plowing through my bucket list so he is about to get a proper thank you. He desperately slides a hand between us, finding my clit. It just makes me ride him harder. I pull his hand out, placing it back on my hip. I’m not going to need any extra help this time to come.
“Wait... wait. Ahh, fuck!” he begs desperately. Pulling down hard on my hips he arches his hips up at me. I only have a second to watch him as he spills into me before my own orgasm rips through me. I lay down on his chest, listening to his heart race as I try to catch my breath. Suddenly I’m flipped on my back with Colin looking down at me, a scowl on his face.
“Are you pissed at me now?” I ask, finding no remorse in myself whatsoever before he crashes his lips to mine in a possessive kiss. He takes complete control of my senses as his tongue slides into my mouth. When he pulls back, his ice-blue eyes are still on fire.
“Am I angry you rode me like a woo girl on the mechanical bull? No, definitely not. Am I pissed that you didn’t slow down or let me make sure you came first? Yeah, pretty pissed. Tell me you finished or we’ll stay in this room for the rest of the day until I’m satisfied you’ve had enough orgasms to make me happy. I wasn’t just talking to hear myself talk when I said you always finish first.” Usually, I bristle when I get reprimanded, but being growled at by the man this concerned with my satisfaction isn’t so bad.
“I’m sorry I’ve riled up the alpha male in you. You’ve just given me so much. I’m in England! I just wanted to get a jump on what promises to be a very long thank you.”
“Is that what you think? I gave you everything? I had nothing real in my life until you. Getting told I was a complete ass at that party by you was the best day of my life. I love you so much it actually hurts sometimes. I plan to give you everything you want for the rest of my life. It’s the only thing at the top of my current list. Make Maggie happy, always.”
I laugh. “Well, I’m sorry anyway. I can try to control my impulses, but no promises. You just seem to bring it out of me.” He grins down wickedly.
“You can make it up to me tonight by letting me eat the hell out of this pussy before fucking you into this ridiculously soft mattress.” He grinds his hips against me before rolling over. Getting off the bed, he pulls me up.
“For now, however, go shower while I call the airlines. We have a lot of London to see before our train leaves in three days. I’m just glad we packed an extra change of clothes in our carry-on.” Colin is still standing in the bedroom when I get out of the shower.
“Everything okay?” I ask, seeing him texting.
“Well, the good news is, they found our luggage. The bad news is, it’s sitting in Dallas.”
“How did that happen?” I ask. We can’t possibly last for the month with two changes of clothes.
“Seems when the luggage made it to New York instead of being tagged London it was tagged Dallas. Lily is picking it up for us. I told her just to lug them to the house, we’ll punt.” He smiles at me. I’ll never get tired of that gorgeous face, especially when his smile lights up his eyes. “We’ll just start with shopping.” He winks at me before heading toward the shower.
We settled on a new suitcase full of casual clothes. The personal shopper at Harrods contacted a shop that rents formal wear which made more sense than buying more evening wear. Colin has everything delivered to our suite so we can continue sightseeing. Taking the water taxi, we start with the Tower of London ending at Parliament. Somehow, we manage to hit tea at Claridge's along the way.
After three days of fitting as much into seeing London as possible, I wake with Colin between my legs. He’s informed me he’s not happy unless I begin and end every day with an orgasm. Who am I to argue with his logic? When he’s finished bringing me to a maddening climax, he stretches out with his head lying on my stomach.
“We need to get going. We have a train to catch to Cardiff in a few hours,” he says. I sit up with a squeal. “Ouch, I think you broke my neck.” Colin has kept most of our itinerary a surprise. This is the first time he's mentioned this.
“We’re going to Wales?” When he kneels between my legs, I wrap my arms around his waist. He rolls us over so I’m lying on top of him looking into his eyes.
“You said you wanted to explore the hills of King Arthur. I thought we’d see Jane Austen’s house first on the way, then take the train to Bath before ending up in Wales.” He laughs when I jump off the bed, grabbing his hand to pull him to the bathroom. “That’s what I like to see. Enthusiasm to get me naked in the shower.”
The trip through Wales is amazing. Colin rented a car in Cardiff so we could drive up through Snowdonia while castle hunting. We spent one day just hiking the cliffs of Pembroke with me in hunt of Arthur.
Staying in different bed and breakfasts along the way, we even joined the locals several times for a rowdy evening of trying the local beer. It helped warm up the reserved Welsh to us when Colin always bought the first round after we walked in. I think by the third round he paid for, they had adopted him as a native son.
We drove out of Wales, spending two days walking through the Lake Country. Following Hadrian’s Wall, we made it across North England before heading north to Edinburgh. He booked us a room at the childhood home of Robert Louis Stevenson for three nights.
I loved spending every night on the Royal Mile with the rest of the crowd of locals and tourists. We hiked up Arthur’s Seat on the last evening to watch the sunset. Sitting against Colin’s chest while we watched the city slowly turn from day to night made me want to stay forever.
Dragging me reluctantly out of bed the next morning, he bundled me onto a train heading north into the Highlands. We jumped on and off of trains, taking a week to work around the northern tip of Scotland.
Colin surprised me with a trip on the Jacobite train, better known as the Hogwarts train. I stayed in the little town at the end while he hitchhiked his way back to our car. It took him parting with a few bottles of scotch he picked up when we stopped in the Spey River Valley.
When we finally made it to the Isle of Skye, it didn’t take much convincing for him to talk me into stripping down for a midnight dip in the fairy pools. At least not until I found out how cold they were. Fortunately, he worked really hard at warming me back up when we finally made it, shivering, back up to our car.
Arriving in Glasgow, we hopped on a short flight to Dublin. Our first stop was a tour of all things Oscar Wilde. We couldn’t resist a selfie with his statue to send our friends. We had already had a lot of comments following our one from the fairy pools.
