First Date (The Hollywood Dating Agency Book 1) Page 5

  Juliette arched her brow. Never once had she seen Jean speechless.

  “He’s teasing you Jean. We did no such thing!”

  Jean looked disappointed.

  “Actually, I’ve come to see if she’d like to come away with me for a few days to my cabin.”

  “Of course she would!” Jean answered for her. “Can I come too? I was quite a swinger in the good old days.”

  “I’m afraid it’s a cabin for two, but next time, I’ll be sure to think of you.” He winked.

  “I can’t leave now.” Juliette laughed and shook her head.

  “Yes you can,” replied Jean “Get along with you because if you don’t, I will. I’m still pretty flexible you know. Just because I’m a little over my prime doesn’t mean I can’t bend.”

  “I can’t leave you alone. The Library!”

  “You’ve not had a day off in all the time I’ve worked here. It’s about time you did. Just don’t you dare come back without any juicy gossip!”

  “So,” said Richard. “Are you coming?”

  “Yes she is! I’ll lock up tonight. Have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

  Jean practically ushered the pair of them out of the door.

  “What exactly does that leave?” laughed Richard as he opened the door of his car for her.”

  “Not a lot I imagine.”

  “She’s quite a character!

  “She sure is!” Juliette slipped into the seat of the car, unsure what to do next. This was such a surprise that she wasn’t sure how to react.

  “I don’t have any clothes with me.”

  “That’s ok. We can swing by your apartment and get some. If you change your mind, I can leave you there and you get a few days off. I hope you won’t though.”

  “Isn’t this all a bit soon? I mean with our predicament and everything. Don’t you think staying in a cabin together is...” She couldn’t even finish the sentence.

  “I didn’t tell Jean this, but the cabin has two bedrooms. I thought if I mentioned it, she might try and sneak away with us. There is no pressure. You have one room and I’ll take the other. We can just get to know each other. Have fun on the beach.”

  “It sounds lovely. Where is it?”

  “It’s a couple of hour’s drive up the coast, now are you in or out?”

  She weighed up the options. Three days on her own in her apartment or three days with him. Yes, she was nervous but the thrill of excitement running through her trumped any nerves she had.

  “I’m in. Let’s go.”

  The journey up the coast after collecting some clothes was beautiful. The wind in her hair, the sun on her face and the most gorgeous man she had ever met by her side. What was not to like? They passed Tandy’s restaurant and carried on, driving for a couple of hours through Santa Barbara and up the 101 highway. When Richard pulled left into a driveway, Juliette thought he’d got the wrong address. In front of her was a beautiful white beach house with access to its own private beach.

  “This is your cabin?” she asked incredulously.

  “I built it myself. Well, I designed it and my team of builders built it, but yes, this is my cabin.” He took her hand as he led her to the front door.

  Bougainvillea climbed the walls, full of beautiful pink blooms which gave off a delightful scent.

  The door opened into an open plan living space with the whole wall on the ocean side made of glass. The view was stunning. A deck ran out along the front with a hot tub.

  “This is amazing.”

  “Thank you.”

  He took her by surprise and kissed her. His tongue found hers and she kissed back, bitten by the same urgency, and yet there was a hesitancy with him. He pulled back way before she was ready for him to.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be.” She smiled but she felt sad at how he felt the need to apologise for a wonderful kiss.

  Was the whole three days going to be like this? A kiss followed by an apology? It was her fault and she knew it. She had to do something about it. Laura’s words came back to her. ‘Have you watched Grease?’ She meant that Juliette was Sandy to Richard’s Danny Zucco. Would she have to dress in skin tight black pants and take up smoking to get his attention?

  “Come with me.”

  He led her through one of the doors to a room at the ocean side. It had a huge bed and windows filling one wall. She could see the ocean and sky, blue against blue. It was beautiful.

  “This is your room. The ensuite is through there and I’ll be next door.”

  “This is wonderful. Thank you for inviting me.”

  “Thank you for coming. Do you want to go for a swim?”

  She gazed out towards the ocean. She’d always loved the sea. “Absolutely!”

  When he left her to get changed into her bathing suit, she stripped naked and looked at herself in the full length mirror. Seeing herself naked was not something she was accustomed to, but she needed to feel more comfortable in her own skin. She was amazed at how beautiful she actually was. It was not something she’d really thought about before.

  A sense of empowerment came over her as she ran her hand over her breast and her stomach lightly before lingering over the hair between her legs, below which were secrets that had never been explored. Since Jake, she’d never even masturbated. She lightly parted the hair to find her secret button and pressed on it lightly, rubbing it from side to side. A feeling she had never experienced before began to swell inside her. She bit her lip and the feeling grew.

  Knock knock

  “You ready?”

  Richard called from the other side of the door. She dropped her hands immediately and could feel the heat flame her cheeks. Grabbing her swim suit, she hurriedly put it on.

  “Just a minute.”

  She walked out, trying to look as normal as possible, worried that he somehow knew what she had been doing. If only he knew what feelings he was awakening in her.

  He took her hand and led her down to the beach. The sun was beginning to dip in the sky but the water was still warm.

  She jumped in, pulling Richard with her.

  Richard

  Swimming was not the best idea, he admitted to himself as she playfully pushed him under the water. Her bathing suit was not particularly revealing, but it clung to her curves, showing off her stunning body. It wasn’t helping that she kept touching him and the feel of her skin on his was not helping him keep control. He’d chosen to bring her here so she could learn to feel comfortable around him, but he was finding he was feeling a little too comfortable around her.

  In the end, he had to swim out to the deeper water, asking her to race as a ruse, just so he wasn’t battling a constant raging hard on. After they had got back to the beach, he handed her a towel and they made their way back to the beach house.

  “I’ll cook, why don’t you get dressed and we can eat on the deck?”

  He jumped in the shower and rinsed the salt from his hair, before slipping into some pants and a light top. He’d ordered some food so his fridge was well stocked. Frying up some chicken, and prawns, he chopped some salad and drizzled the lot in a dressing he’d made out of olive oil and lemon juice.

  He found her on the deck reading a book.

  “I know this meal would go better with wine, but I’ve only got beer.”

  “You know I like it.” She took the plate from him and began to tuck in as he went back inside to fetch a beer.

  “I was thinking,” he began as he handed her the cold bottle. “Maybe we could take a drive tomorrow or go for a walk in the mountains?”

  “Maybe,” she said absent-mindedly.

  “Or we could go to Santa Barbara. It’s just a little ways down the coast.”

  She smiled. “That would be nice.”

  She’d agreed to it, but she hadn’t really meant it. Maybe it was a mistake bringing her up here. One minute she was touchy-feely, the next, distant. He couldn’t read her at all. The sun was setting over the ocea
n casting warm ripples of gold over its surface.

  “What would you like to do tonight?” It was a touchy subject as they both knew what he wanted to do. He had a TV and Netflix. Plenty of old movies to choose from. “We never did get round to watching Sabrina Fair.”

  “Actually I was thinking of going in the hot tub if you don’t mind?”

  He was surprised. The hot tub meant intimacy. Would either of them be able to cope with that? He wasn’t sure he’d be able to take it, having her sitting so close to him in her bathing suit. Still, he could hardly say no.

  After they had finished, he turned the hot tub on for her and took the plates to put them in the dishwasher.

  “It should be hot enough to get in by the time you have your bathing suit on. I’ll join you in there, once I’ve tidied this lot up.”

  He cleaned up the kitchen and went into his room to put on his still damp shorts.

  “What am I doing?” he whispered to himself, sitting on the end of his bed. He’d had so many grand plans of a romantic few days away, chatting until the early morning and so far they’d barely said a word to each other and he’d developed a severe case of blue balls. He’d not had sex in two years and now he was going to sit in a hot tub with a beautiful woman that made him hard just by him looking at her, and she couldn’t have sex! He ran his fingers through his hair and stood up from the bed.

  She was already in the tub when he went out to the deck. Her head laid back on the edge and the water up to her neck. She looked so serene and so kissable with her eyes closed. Her hair trailed into the water, fanning out. He couldn’t see a thing below her neck thanks to the bubbles. He ran back inside and brought out two glasses and a bottle of champagne. Ok, it was technically wine, but he could do with some bubbles to go with the other bubbles. He only ever drank it when he was in the hot tub. The rest of the time he was strictly a beer man.

  He set the glasses down and poured the champagne into both.

  “Juliette?”

  “Hmmm?” she murmured, opening her eyes. He handed the champagne to her.

  “What this for? It doesn’t look like beer.”

  “You can’t go in the hot tub without champagne!”

  He climbed in, sitting opposite her. “Cheers.”

  She downed her drink in one before setting the glass down on the side of the tub. Moving over to him, she hooked one leg over his, essentially straddling him. As she moved upwards slightly, more of her appeared over the water line.

  Holy shit, she was not wearing a bikini top.

  The feel of her wet skin on his, was more than he could handle if this was going to go nowhere.

  “This is not the way to go about not having sex!” He rasped.

  She answered by kissing him. Not the pecks on the cheeks or the light touch of lips they had been doing over the past few days but a kiss filled with passion and promise.

  His hands, that had been idly holding his champagne glass and resting on the side of the tub, now plunged beneath the surface to finally feel her. Beneath the bubbly surface he found that it was not just her top she was missing. He ran his hands down her side, taking in her curves from her waist to her hips. No. Definitely no bikini bottom either.

  Pulling her forward, he expected her to stop, scared, or at least nervous as her crotch rubbed against the definite bulge in his swim shorts. And yet, she carried on, seemingly oblivious to it.

  Reason mixed with desire, confusing him and yet, reason was slipping further and further away as she writhed on top of him, a lap dance in water.

  Finally, he got the strength to pull her back.

  “I thought we were going to take things slowly?”

  “I’ve taken things slowly my entire life. It’s about time I speeded things up. I want to make love with you. I want you to teach me.”

  “What if I hurt you?” He wanted her so badly and yet the thought of doing anything that would hurt her was inconceivable to him. Most of all, he didn’t want to lose her.

  “What if you don’t?” she moved forward again, taking his head in her hands. If that was an invitation, he was sure as hell going to take it.

  Going slowly was the key here, he knew that, and yet he wanted to explore her, to taste every inch of her soft skin.

  She tried to kiss him on the lips again, but he skirted to the side, kissing her cheek, before moving slowly down to her neck. She moaned, pushing her head back as he trailed kisses down to her collar bone.

  He brought his hands slowly up to her breasts, the top of which were bobbing just above the bubbles. He found her nipples, circling them with his thumb on one side while his other arm held her close.

  She put pressure on her knees at either side of him, so she lifted up another inch or so out of the water, exposing her perfectly pink nipples to him.

  He looked into her eyes.

  “Go on!” she breathed, holding onto his shoulders.

  He took the nipple into his mouth, kissing and teasing, enjoying the taste of her.

  He heard her breathing go ragged, her hips moving rhythmically against him. Her kneeling up had freed up space between them and his cock straightened upright, straining against his shorts.

  “I want you. I’m ready.”

  He heard the tremble in her voice, and yet he heard words of truth. The movements her body was making only confirmed what she was saying. He eased himself out of his shorts, battling the jets of bubbles to pull them down to his knees.

  Taking her weight in his arms he brought her down gently until he felt the tip of her cock at her entrance.

  “Are you sure?”

  “As I’ll ever be.”

  He could see the trepidation in her face. Bringing his hand down to help guide himself in, and taking her weight with his other arm, he pushed up slowly, feeling himself pushing against her unyielding flesh.

  She bit her lip, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

  “I’m hurting you!” He pulled back.

  “I really want to do this. It’s only a little pain. I can get through it. It’s only supposed to hurt for a second right?”

  He’d not slept with many virgins in his time. They just didn’t exist in Hollywood, but the few he had slept with had been easier than this. One quick push and he had broken through their hymen in no time. Juliette’s body was just not going to cooperate.

  He stood up, taking her with him. Stepping out of the tub, he pulled her into his arms, carrying her as one would a baby.

  “Where are we going?” she asked.

  “I’m taking my beautiful woman to the bedroom.”

  “Don’t leave me.”

  There it was. The real reason she was nervous. He saw the fear in her eyes. Fear that she had somehow messed up.

  “Not a chance.” He laid her out on the bed, her whole body wet with tub water. It dripped down onto the bed causing one hell of a wet patch. He should have had the forethought to get a towel first, but as he planned on adding to the wet patch, there didn’t seem much point.

  He started off by giving her a small kiss on the lips. A kiss to tell her that everything was going to be fine, before following the path he’d made earlier down her body. He lingered on her breasts, just long enough to feel her body respond to his. Once he heard her small moans of pleasure, he carried on his journey, over her stomach and down to her secret place, A place no man had gone before.

  Darting his tongue across her button, he breathed her in. She tasted so feminine and beautiful.

  Juliette

  “Oh!” she exclaimed as he touched her down there for the first time. The sensation she had experienced as she had touched herself just hours before came back to her, but this time with a much greater intensity.

  Her hips moved on their own, almost without any thought she was putting into it, arching themselves upwards so he was buried deeper within her.

  His tongue explored her intimate folds, tasting and teasing, taking her on a journey she had never imagined. The sensations built up with in
her until they reached a peak and then she was gone, lost in a moment of ecstasy. She was aware of her body going rigid, clamping Richard’s head between her thighs as waves of pleasure tore her apart. Someone was screaming and for a second she was aware it was her own voice, finally set free after years of repression. And yet he didn’t stop, licking her until she convulsed and when her first ever orgasm was over, her whole body spent, she fell limp on the bed.

  “Now you are ready!” She heard him say, but she was so out of it from the intensity of her orgasm that she couldn’t find the words to respond to him.

  He pulled himself up so he was directly above her and spread her legs wider. Positioning himself so his dick was right up against her pussy, he looked into her eyes. She gazed back, completely ready for whatever he had to offer.

  She felt him push against her, slowly, taking his time.

  This time her flesh parted allowing him in.

  The pain was there, but now it felt distant. He pushed further until she felt a sharp pain within her. almost immediately it subsided and he was able to push right up to the hilt, filling her.

  “I’m having sex!” she cried, the tears coming back to her, but this time they were tears of joy.

  “You sure are,” he grinned at her. Are you ok? Am I hurting?”

  She thought for a moment. The pain had gone completely. In its place was a wonderful feeling of completeness. She had never felt more like a woman in her life.

  “Aren’t you supposed to be moving or something?”

  He laughed. He’d been so consumed with whether he was hurting her that he’d paused.

  He began to move his body and she found his rhythm and began to move along with him, bringing her legs up so he could get deeper within her flesh.

  They were melded together, both wet with sweat and tub water.

  The sensations she felt before came back to her, different and yet no less intense. She geared herself up for her second orgasm, crying out from the feeling, just as he shouted out.