Chapter Ninteen:
Claire's POV
I was half asleep but half awake, feeling a weird sensation coming from my ear. I opened one of my eyes and looked at Taylor, who was now fully awake and looking like a puppy who had done something wrong. Though nibbling on my ear doesn't bother me whatsoever, I smiled smugly at him as he held my earlobe in his perfect teeth.
"Hungry?" I joked.
"Oh yes. Just decided to start with your ears then make my way down..." he smirked.
"Taylor!" I chuckled.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding.." he laughed deeply, scooting closer to me.
I giggled under my breath when my breasts pressed up against his hard body. "I had the weirdest dream last night.." I sighed, staring into his breathtaking eyes.
"And what was it about.." he smiled.
"Well, started out with me and Hayley in Swan Lake in Paris?"
"Uh huh." it looked like he was trying to keep his laugh from escaping.
"No wait, it gets better.." I said sarcastically at his humor. "I was 25 or something... and you and I, were.. engaged."
He swallowed and almost choked on his own spit. "What?"
"Yeah I know.. Um, then you picked me up after the show and guess what you were driving.." I grinned.
"What. A Ferrari? Ashton Martin? What!" his tone jumping up a couple octaves.
I laughed, shaking both of our intertwined frames. "Black Lambor-"
"A Lamborghini?!" he cut me off by practically screaming in my face.
"Yes, now calm down before you wake everyone in the whole hotel. Its my favorite car too.." I chuckled at his expression which still looked like he had wet himself.
"Damn, I wish I could buy one of those.." he huffed sadly.
I stuck my tongue out, almost touching his nose. "Oh shut up. You have an even better chance to getting one than I do. So stop being so modest."
He rolled his eyes, but then a small grin appeared on his russet skin. "So we were gonna get married?" he said softly.
I shrugged, nodding. "I guess so... Weird huh? Well I mean not about the um marriage part.. But like the whole thing about me dreaming about my future."
"Our future." he corrected in a husky tone.
One corner of my mouth pulled up into a half smile, "Yeah, I suppose your right." His eyes twinkled at me, just like in my dream. "But, you never know how it'll eventually turn out to be."
"Lets just focus on now." he brushed the side of my face with his warm palm.
I turned my head to the side, kissing it gently. I then wrapped my leg around his, closing my eyes in happiness. Taylor then mimicked me, twirling his other leg around my right leg. My eyes were still tightly shut, though a small smile grew across my face. Soon feeling his warm breath directly on my face, I relaxed more into his grasp. Molding my body shape into his. His delicate lips mashed against the bottom of my neck, moving down towards my nipple. I lifted my chin up, laying it on his hair. As he caressed it gently, biting occasionally, I felt a slight hesitation. Not with Taylor, but with me. Though I thought I was relaxed, my body was still a bit tense.
"Just relax..." Taylor murmered into my skin.
I breathed deeply in and out, now fully getting the affect of what he was doing. I moaned, stirring under his grasp. It actually felt good.. His lips then abandoned my wet circle, trailing back up my neck and to my lips. I kissed him slowly but with a burning passion. His tongue grazed ever inch, every corner of my mouth, leaving me in total satisfaction. I then pulled away and moved lower, down to his chest. I drew my lips, teeth, and tongue across his abs. Biting, nibbling, and stroking lovingly. He moaned in response, shaking under me. I smiled sheepishly and looked up at him.
"That felt.." his breath completely shaky.
"Amazing?" I breathed.
He nodded slowly, resting his head on the pillow.
After ten minutes of just resting our bodies, I finally stood, taking the sheet with me as a cover for my body, and walked to the front of the bed. "I'm going to take a shower.." I sighed, running my fingers through my hair.
"Care for some company?" Taylor sat up on his elbows, the only sheet that remained draped low enough to expose his flexing muscles. I raised an eyebrow in thought, but then looked down.
"I don't have to." he said quickly, thinking what I was just thinking.
"Well, um, you can.. but we just won't.. do it." I muttered.
He got out of bed swiftly, walking over to my side, pressing out half naked bodies together. Surely now your thinking that we're close enough to getting to doing it. "I promise. I'll control myself." he swore.
I laughed, easily pleased, "Okay okay. Come on tiger." I winked, pulling his hand into the bathroom.
Taylor left the door open a crack while I leaned through the shower door, turning the knob to the left. The water quickly rushed out in a light spray, I then turned around to see Taylor standing with his fingers hesitating on the rim of the elastic of his boxers. I swallowed and timidly nodded. He pulled them down slowly, once off his hips, letting them fall freely down to the tile floor.
My eyebrows raised in complete shock as I stared at his fully exposed penis. I had never really... um.. seen something before, so this was a complete first for me. Taylor read my expression and took a small step towards me. "You okay?" he said gently.
My fingers tightened on the sheet that still covered my body, I pulled my eyes away from his flinging ways and up to his concerned eyes. "Um.. yeah... You?"
"I'm good. For now." he chuckled unsurely.
I closed my eyes as I thought, "Hey, why don't you go ahead and step in.. I'll be a minute.." I felt his lips touch my forehead as the wind of his movements rushed past me and into the roar of the running water. I sighed to myself and let the sheet drop to the floor, then moved my hands down my waist to my underwear. Quickly slipping them down, I spun around, taking one more deep breath and stepping in the shower that held a very naked Taylor.
We began washing our hair, just like we would normally do but with a little more to look at than usual... After Taylor washed the shampoo out of his hair, I turned around a little to quickly on my heels and slipped. Falling right onto Taylor with a very loud bang.
"Shit!" I cried, laying on top of his wet body.
Taylor in other cases was in total hysterics.
I glared at him, the hot water continuing to trickle on us. "What?"
He finally stopped laughing, placing his strong arms around me. "Nothing, nothing. Its just, I didn't think you would be this clumsy." he teased.
"Oh whatever, Taylor." I chuckled. "You have to admit that it is a lot more crowded in here, hmm?"
"Yeah, yeah.." he rolled his eyes.
I shook my head and smiled, leaning my face lower to kiss his soaked lips.
He kissed me urgently back, and I returned the favor. Feeling his peck with my hand, I moaned as we went deeper into each other. His wet slick rubbed hard against my womanhood. Grinding its way into me. I was soon forgetting what we were actually doing. We were both naked, laying in the tub for Christs' sake, and making out. I promised myself that this wouldn't happen.
I pulled back abruptly and stared at Taylor in shock. He looked at me as if I had done something wrong, but then closed his eyes in frustration, laying his head back down in the small pool of water. I shook my head, upset, and stood up awkwardly, pulling myself out of the tub and onto the floor with a thud. I scrambled to get upright, and grabbed a towel from the counter, wrapping my slippery self tightly in it and sitting on the toilet.
Taylor sat up and shut off the water, climbing out and getting another towel, wrapping it around his waist.
I continued staring at the beige tile, fighting the tears that were trying to fight their way out. Taylor crouched down in front of me and took my face in his hands.
"Claire, I'm so sorry. I know I promised.." he whispered.
"It wasn't your fault." I said quietly. "I just got carried away that's all." I tried to smile. Though I don't think it worked. I stood, grasping the towel around me tightly.
He sighed and took me in his arms, rocking back and forth. "I love you.." He whispered heavily into my ear.
"I know.." I mumbled into his broad shoulder.