The dream celeb - Ep3 " Is this falling?"

 I am anxiously getting ready to see you. 

Apart from the sexual tension I feel real feelings are surfacing. To me, the energy and the connection we somehow have been experiencing is everything, but I’m afraid this could never actually work. 

I’m leaving, baby. I’m leaving and you are staying, so tell me… if there’s anything going on, how would this even work?

 

I’m putting on an oversized white t-shirt with big red lips printed in the front, a pair of denim skinny jeans and some sneakers on. I’m guessing we’re going out in public, comfy and practical is the best option, for me. My hair is up in a messy bun and I’m feeling fierce. This excitement is different. I’m not looking forward to sleeping with you this time, but rather to spend quality time with you. This worries me, in a way.

What are you planning? I won’t deny I am curious to know your plans for us.

 

It’s exactly 11am and I am standing at your door. Should I make time? I was too punctual, I feel. I don’t want to seem too excited. Is there a doorbell? “Here” I text you.

 

The gates start opening, I feel like slower than normal. Where are you? Normally you’re standing on the other side of them, but this time you’re nowhere to be seen. I guess… should come inside?!

I confess I was expecting to see you smiling as I’d walk in, but well, it’s not like we’re acquaintances anymore so… I’ll let myself in.

I start walking inside, and as the gates are closing, you surprise me by hugging me from behind.

 

-       You’re looking so beautiful! – you say, smelling my perfume – and you’re smelling so nice too. 

 

You kiss me gently on the cheek as I am turning to face you. I am smiling, big! You just make me so happy. I really get lost for words because you have caught me mid-air while I was falling. This idea I had made you to be, it’s not just an idea anymore. It’s real! You’re real!  How amazing is this?

 

You start grabbing my hair undoing the bun I had made.

 

-       No! It took me ages to get it just right. What are you doing? – I ask while you release my hair and comb it with your fingers.

 

-       It’s a messy bun! Ages to get it right? – you mock me - I’ve got something that would just look perfect on you. Come!

 

You lead me inside and vanish into the bedroom. I go into the nearest bathroom to look myself in the mirror and fix my hair as best as I can. “Jess?” – You call me.

 

I come out of the bathroom into the living room. You walk towards me and smile while revealing this baseball hat you had hidden behind your back,  placing it on me. You take a second one and put it on yourself. “Now we’re ready” – you say.

You softly grab my arms and kiss me once more.

 

You lead me into the garage, and I’m surprised. You own an exact car model as one of a movie you’re in, Porsche, classic. I’m stroking the car through its sides, enjoying the touch of its paint, and the shimmer in its colour.

 

-       You like that one?

-       Oh yes, it’s gorgeous.

-       I might take you on it sometime.

-       You might take me, on it? – I say smirking my way onto your eyes.

 

You look at me surprised, but intrigued and follow by making one of them funny dirty faces you’re known for, and I start laughing.

 

-       You cheeky creature! – you say looking at me sideways.

 

These moments… They seem like illusions. Seeing your expressions, in real life, in real time. I have only seen them in movies and shows and… how are you standing in front of me?

 

We get inside of your Dodge Challenger and I must admit, this is really nice car. You see me looking surprised and realize this is all new to me. This life… it’s something else.

 

-       Like this one too?

-       Ah! I’m more of a bike gal. I like riding… - I say adjusting my hat in the car’s mirror.

-       I’m going to ignore that, and just… ok! You are playing with fire today…

You are smiling while looking ahead, pressing softly on the gas as we leave the garage.

You have your sunglasses on; a black hoodie, denim jeans, so delicately tight to your crotch… I guess it seems I’m not quite over the thought of having you again. 

 

-       Where are you taking me?

-       You’ll see…

 

As we leave, the engine growls. You are showing off. You see me enjoying the speed, place your hand on my leg and squeeze it. It’s a beautiful day, there are no clouds and the sun is bright, risen up high. I wish I could tell you how good it feels when I’m around you. I am on cloud nine. You are taking me out! It’s a small step for us I’d say. We are both matching styles and I’m loving it. Denim bottoms and baseball hats, driving around New York. I have my eyes closed, head turned to the window, enjoying the sun on my face together with the car’s motion.

 

-       Aren’t you worried you’ll be seen with me? 

-       Why would I?

-       I don’t know…

 

You have one hand on the wheel and the other one still resting on my leg. I can’t stop looking at you. I am so incredibly grateful I get to have you in my life, for the time being.

 

-       Do you think I need to be?

-       I guess if we behave, it shouldn’t be a problem. – I say leaning myself forward, laying my head on the dark leather console, arching my back.

-       Well… then you better behave, or else…

 

I can see your eyes running through the image of me. Your hand sliding down my back before you remove it and change gears. We are stopping… I see you looking around for a parking spot, and you found one.

 I get out of the car first, and wow… What a view! Even though it’s still New York this is a quiet, peaceful place.

 

-       This isn’t it… - you say.

 

“No?” I’m thinking. I’m looking at you surprised and you wave your hand in a follow me motion. You take me through this track, small, around some trees into this… “Oh wow…” Magnificent, magnificent beach. A very reserved, private, little beach. 

 

-       Oh I love this! – I say jumping into the sand.

 

I see you’re still walking as I take off my shoes, and rush to get by your side. You were looking back the whole time, smiling at me. 

This feels so great. I think I may falling for you…

You sit down on the sand and I sit beside you. We’re talking about our favourite foods, and you are bragging about hometown delicious snacks, and I’m saying I’d love to try them all, and yeah, I know you think our snacks are rubbish. You tell me about your family and I tell you how great they sound. 

I have only a dog as family, back home. My parents have left the UK and I only see them a few times a year, but you know what that’s like. You wonder if I feel alone, but I don’t. Since a very young age I got used to being on my own. I got my own house, my job and Jo, who’s like a sister.

 

I lay down onto the sand, close my eyes and breathe in deeply. I am just so relaxed. You are speaking to me and I can hear the waves in the background. The smell of salted water, the sound of your voice, and the warmth of the sand on my bare feet… This is my little paradise, and you gave it to me.

 

I feel your hand caressing my face, touching my hair. I love that.

 

-       So bikes, uh?

 

I smile, still with my eyes closed.

 

-       Should have known where your skills come from…

-       Oh my god! – I hit you softly in the arm.

 

I open my eyes to see you laughing silently at me, and bury my face in your resting arm.

 

-       Oh don’t pretend to be shy now…

 

I paused time. I want to take a picture of this moment. You’re resting on your right arm, and your left hand is stroking my hair. The profile of your face, so elegantly drawn by your beard. Your, so carefully trimmed, moustache, just floating on top of your puffed lips.

 

-       Thank you – I say.

 

You have removed your sunglasses, and I can perfectly see the brown, beautiful, embraced by lines of expression, eyes of yours. I can see my own reflection in them, they are so dark, so deep, so mesmerizing.

 

-       For what? – you ask.

 

I just stare. I stare into your eyes. You are so beautiful, it really is amazing how just looking at you makes me feel this good. I have engraved every single detail, mark, crinkle, dimple; every single imperfection that to me, makes you so much more perfect. The texture of your skin is joy, music. All of this, forever held in my memories.

 

-       You’ve given me this little paradise. In a way, it’s ours.

-       Our little paradise… I love that.  – you smile while looking into the horizon.

 

You look back at me… locking onto my lips. My heart is racing again. Nothing has ever felt so right.

 

-       Will you kiss me? – I ask.

 

You push my hat back, so it falls in the sand, and you lean into me.

Your nose is touching mine, and you are still caressing my cheek, softly pressing your thumb against it. I’ve got my eyes closed now; I can feel the air your exhaling on my skin. There’s energy flowing from your skin onto mine. I can no longer wait for your kiss. You kiss me, gently… Your lips are so warm. They feel like melting sugar when touching mine. 

You’re slowly opening your mouth and mine follows yours. My tongue reaches for yours and we get sucked in on this thirst for one another, not like animals, no… like lovers. This feeling is magic. I’m getting chills and my breathing is becoming unsteady. I’m agitated once more. You taste of blueberries. This sweet, delicate taste is now forever known to me as yours. My hands are lifting from the sand, and are touching your ribs, under your shirt, as I’m pulling you slightly into me. Your soft stomach touching mine, even though these clothes, is electrifying. This feeling… not just lust but… something more.

I open my eyes to see yours are closed. I bite your lip gently. You exhale through your mouth. Your hot breath comes accompanied by the softest moan. Tension is building up again, but we can’t… Not here.

What we’re feeling… this… is something else.

 

You pull back.

 

-       This really isn’t a good idea – you say laughing, looking at me, blushing a bit.

-       Yeah, I know – I say biting my lip, and smiling.

 

 

Your face is telling me to stop. We want it now, but the now we’re in is dangerous. You lay next to me, and hold my hand in secret.

I’m looking at the sky, and so are you.

 

“You look so beautiful in this light
Your silhouette over me
The way it brings out the blue in your eyes
Is the Tenerife sea
And all of the voices surrounding us here
They just fade out when you take a breath
Just say the word and I will disappear
Into the wilderness” – I sing.

 

You look at me, still laying down. You know this song.

 

-       You sing – you say surprised.

-       Not to anyone – I reply smiling.

 

You look back up to the sky and smile, tightening the grip on my hand.

 

Minutes go by in which we are just there, existing. Together.

 

Later we decide to go. You start walking in the direction of the car and I’m falling behind putting my shoes on. In the distance I see people coming towards you, approaching you. You’re taking pictures. You are so kind, generous, thankful… This picture right here, this image of you, I never want to lose this. I know for sure now, I’m falling.  You look at me in the distance, as I’m walking; my hair is being blown over my face by the wind, so I’m trying to remove it. I never want to lose sight of you. I want more of you… of this. How am I going to leave…

Your smiling while they’re talking to you, smiling at me. I’m about to reach you when they start walking away. You reach out your hand, requesting mine, and we walk up to the car. We’re holding hands on the way, and I’m not afraid. I’m happy, I want this, and it seems that so do you.

 

-       We should eat something. – you say.

-       Food! - I laugh, given it is 5pm already- ok, what are you thinking?

-       I’ve got frozen pizzas.

-       You really love them don’t you? – We both laugh.

-       Yes! – you say ashamed.

 

We get in the car and drive back to your place. On the ride back I called Jo. They are really hating me at this point. We came on this month vacation to spend time just the girls and here I am spending my last weeks with you. Of course, you don’t know this yet. How should I even tell you I’m leaving in 7 days?

 

We arrive back and the sun is already starting to set. Hours… it’s been hours and I didn’t even notice. Time flies when we’re together. 

We get inside and you go straight to the kitchen. Turn the oven on, and hit the freezer to get those pizzas out.

 

-       Can I put some music on? – I ask.

-       Please do.

 

I might be playing a bold song, but this song makes me think of you. What am I to you, Nora Jones. I love this song.

 

            “What am I to you? Tell me darling, true. To me you are the sea, vast as you can be, deepest shade of blue.” – I’m singing along, while twirling on my own.

 

You meet me in the middle of the room, grab me, hold me, and suddenly we are dancing. You’re spinning me around, balancing me back and forth, laying me in your arms. At some point we are both singing “what am I to you” when the lyrics come up. You make me this happy; this comfortable.  I truly, never want to part. The rhythm is slow now; we are swinging and staring at each other’s eyes once again. “Beautiful song” you said after kissing my lips. 

Obviously we are having a small discussion about pineapple. You say no go I say must go! We just agreed to disagree. 

We’ve been laughing all night. Having wine.

After dinner we are snuggled in the sofa just cuddling and watching tv. 

 

-       I’m bored – I say.

-       What do you mean you’re bored? Am I that old?

-       No!!! – I say laughing.

 

I get up and turn the TV off. I put some music on again. Something about red wine gets me really in the mood for dancing.

 

-       I want to dance – I say.

 

I’m moving on my own, and you’re sitting looking at me. My hands are slightly lifting my  sweater; rubbing my ass; grabbing my hair up high. 

MVP is playing, from Rhea Raj. This song… 

You’re staring at me, sitting still. I’m looking you in the eye. You’re taking your hand onto your head and pulling your hair back. There’s that face again. I love that face.

Your lips are wet from you licking them, not completely closed but not open either… stuck in time. I see you swallowing…. I can see it in your face. I can see that you want me, again. I know it! I can read it! I’m rubbing my body with my hands, biting my lip; touching my breasts, showing you my body underneath these clothes. Sliding my jeans down, revealing my softest skin. You are pinning yourself against that sofa, almost as if you’d run if you could. Rubbing your hands on your legs, biting your lip.

I slowly spread my legs, one on each side of you. You slide your hands through my legs up my ass. I run both my hands through your hair, tilting your head back, biting your neck; licking your ear; “can we misbehave now?”. Swinging my body on you I notice you increased your breathing. Your eyes are drunk in desire; you don’t know how to react. I get off and turn around. I sit on you; I lay back and place your hands on my body, driving them under my t-shirt; I ain’t wearing any bra; you’re grabbing my breasts as I am moving on you. 

I stand up once more. 

 

-       Come here! - You say assertively.

 

I unbutton my jeans and slide them down, stripping me off them. I kiss you; lick your lips before taking off your shirt. There is no feeling like this. I want that skin on me, but first… I want to taste you. 

I get on my knees while kissing you, running my hands on your arms and chest. Licking your nipples, going down slowly and softly, biting my way through.

I start unbuttoning your jeans; I feel your hands on my hair; you’re panting in anticipation. I pull your jeans and underwear slightly down and touch you. You sight while closing your eyes; opening your mouth gasping for air.

Your head is tilted back. I want you to see me; to look at me while I taste you.

I brush the tip of my tongue on you; “oh” I hear. I’m looking up, looking at you. I twirl my tongue around your cock and kiss it. Your eyes are wide open; you want me to swallow you, and I will, in time. I strip off my top. I come forward to bite your stomach and press my breasts onto your crotch, your hard self between them. You are grabbing my hair. “Don’t stop, don’t stop” you’re telling me.

I lick you base to tip; I swallow you when I get to the top. You’re moaning, deep; I can see you trying to grasp the sofa; trying to get a hold of something. I’m moving up and down, one hand holding you and the other placed on your ribs; you are holding your stomach in, in pleasure. The sounds coming out of your mouth are music to my ears. All the “ah’s” and “oh’s” your fans have witnessed in the shows are real to me now. You are grabbing my hair gently, accompanying the movement of my head. 

You’re clenching your eyes closed and biting on your own fingers. You’re breathing fast, and you’re unable to do so quietly.

I stand up and strip my panties down.

 

-       Oh you’re killing me – you whisper.

 

-       Good! – I say, climbing on top of you.

 

I take you on my right hand and have you inside me. 

 

-       Let me show you how I ride - I say.

 

You instantly grab my ass, and start pushing me, and pulling me against you. My head is tilting back, my hair falling onto your hands. Both my hands are grabbing the back of your neck to help me pull myself onto you. Harder; stronger; deeper. Wave movements on top of you are bringing up sounds never heard before, and we are vibing; our bodies colliding; like we’re making history.

 

-       Oh, don’t stop… don’t stop – you say.

 

I won’t. You’re moaning in my ear. You’re back is no longer resting on the sofa. Your mouth sucking on my breasts. More movement, more strength. “ah”, “ah”, “ah”. Our voices together are a symphony. “Oh my god”; “Pedro”; “Oh, oh fuck”.

 You wouldn’t believe what I’ve felt if you haven’t lived it yourself. I could feel the electricity flowing from my body to yours, around and around, over and over, nonstop. 

 

I pace it down…

 

-       Why are you stopping? 

 

I take your hands, gently, and slide them through my body before placing them on my neck; I tighten them around it while I slowly keep riding you. I’m hoping you don’t get scared easy. You are shocked… but you like it.

 

-       Oh, you… - you say while taking one of your hands and slapping my ass.

Your spare hand is wrapped around my neck, and I can tell you’ve done this before. You know just how much strength to put into it. 

 

-       I’m almost… there…  - I say between moans.

 

You get up with me on you and invert the position. You are now on your knees, on the sofa; my legs around your waste. 

“Oh Pedro, oh”. You are something else! You love this control, and you know you control me, and you fucking love it!

I am week, vulnerable when with you, but you’re not. You are lit up by the fact that I want you this much and that I’m not afraid to show it to you.

 A couple more of your thrusts and… “ah, ah, aah”; You’ve finished too.

 

-       Shit – you say, trying to breathe.

-       Oh baby – I say to your ear, kissing it, softly.

 

Imagine this… Two magnets, impossible to split. That is us. It’s not just lust, but this feeling… You inside me; hard; wanting me, wanting this…

You’re sweating, and you are looking so hot. Your skin has this shine to it, and it’s the perfect image. This is more than affection, this is a whole different connection.

 

We’re both laying on the sofa; you’re resting on top of me. You exit me and slide down  placing your head over my stomach; your body still between my legs.

 

-       I want you to stay – you say while kissing my tummy.

-       What do you mean?

-       Stay with me…

 

You’re looking at me. Those big brown eyes. I see the sweetness in them. I run my left hand on your hair, caressing it, softly touching your face.

 

-       I’ll stay.

-       Good…

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED ON EPISODE 4