The Persistence of Memory

Chapter Nineteen

She frowns. "You think I'm into cars?"

"Not really. So what then?"

She thinks about it for a moment while she watches the movement of her hand on my chest. "Charisma," she states.

"Charisma?"

"Yes. You know, confidence, self-assuredness - charisma. Women like that."

"You mean arrogance?"

She shakes her head. "No, there's a difference between being arrogant and having charisma," she informs me.

"There is?" I don't know that I agree. Then something occurs to me. "So that's what you like? Charisma? Confidence? Self-assuredness?" I ask, increasingly aware that I have none of these things. That these are all things her husband has. Arrogant prick.

"What woman doesn't?" she shrugs.

"Ok, then what the fuck are you doing here, with me?" My voice is light but I'm genuinely curious.

She thinks about it a minute and then a small smile peeks out the side of her mouth. "Because I needed someone to carry my bags," she says, smiling wider.

I smile back at her before nodding. "I totally fucking deserved that,"

She nods and moves to sit up, the sheet falling from her to expose her perfect, edible breasts and delicate pink nipples. Her mouth is soft and her eyes hot and hungry.

"Yep. You did," she says. "But you also deserve an apology," she adds.

"Apology for what?"

"For what I started last night and never finished," she glances down to where I'm getting harder by the second and I feel a tremor echo over my whole body. Yes, I fucking need an apology all right.

"Apology accepted," I say as I spread my legs. I pull my knee up a little before moving the sheet back from my body. She shifts herself down the bed, stopping when she's parallel to my hips. She locks her eyes on mine as she runs her hands softly across my stomach and the tops of my thighs, scraping her nails softly over the skin, tickling me, teasing me.

The second she takes me firmly in her hands I groan, my eyes closing over in bliss. When her tongue touches it my back lifts up off the bed and I reach out to catch some of her hair in my hand. As she runs her thumb and then her tongue over the tip, I grit my teeth and tilt myself up into her. She looks up at me and smiles wickedly before running her tongue the entire length of it, base to tip. Jesus fucking Christ.

"I swear to god if your mobile goes right now I will fucking kill something," I manage through my teeth. She smiles once more and closes her mouth over it, taking it deep into the back of her throat and I lose all rational thought.

***

I feel nervous for some reason, a tightness across my chest and a churning in my stomach that might just be hunger. I knock quietly on the door and a moment later I hear movement across the room behind it.

Since I don't do dates I wonder if I'm wearing the right clothes and the right look on my face. Though do I really want that look to be one that says, 'I've dreamt about taking you on a date my entire life?' I need to fucking relax a bit.

Eloise has her hair pulled up at the top of her head and a large red towel wrapped around her body. She smiles at me and then a surprised look comes over her face.