Page 19 of Hollywood Crush (West Wales Romance #2)

I breathed outward and tried to relax as I felt him slowly start the slide into me.

I could feel his sweat slicked chest pressing right up against my back.

His cock entering stung a little, but was easier than the time before, possibly as I knew what to expect this time.

Daniel’s lips were inches from my ear. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Do you want me to fuck you hard?”

“Yes, please.”

The hand that had been stroking gently at my chest came up to cup my neck, while the other came down to stroke my cock. The hand was slick with lube and it felt amazing as he started to move it over the head.

The fucking started off gentle, just the rocking back and forth that grazed again my prostate and made me feel good.

But I felt Tudor shift gear, and rock back further and faster, as the hand that cupped my neck squeezed tighter like a vice, not quite enough to choke me but enough to remind me I was his and his alone.

“Fucking-God-my-fuck,” I was an incoherent and insane mess of words.

Every thrust and stroke brought me closer to the edge of paradise, and I wondered how I had ever gone through casual sex think that’s what it was.

This wasn’t just sex, it was a connection between Tudor and I that put every other connection I’d ever felt to shame.

In this moment, he was mine and I his, connected in sweat and heat and the heady rush of approaching orgasm.

His hand tightened on my cock as he rocked into me from behind and I knew he wanted me to finish before he did. “Come for me,” he said, his hand on my neck tightening slightly as he did so. He nipped at the side of my throat, sending a little spike of pain mixed with pleasure straight to my brain.

It was enough to send me over the edge. I spilled all over his hand and onto the gym wall and I felt him pick up the pace.

He held his cum-soaked hand on my hip and rocked into me a few more times before pushing deep into me with a shout.

His body was pressed up against mine, both of us now panting and feeling the rush of the orgasm subside.

The hand that had been on my neck came back down to my chest to hold me close to him for a minute.

After a moment, the hands that held me close went away and I felt Tudor slide out of me. I finally took my hands off the wall and looked down — there was quite a mess, and the stickiness and sweat now felt a lot more exposing than it had in the heat of the moment.

Tudor tied off the condom and threw it in a bin, then took few steps towards me. “You OK?” he asked.

“Yeah, just…” I didn’t quite know what to say. It sounded stupid to say I felt embarrassed, but I did. I felt embarrassed for being so submissive to him, so ready to do as I was told. I was not that kind of person all the time.

Tudor pulled me into a hug and stroked the small of my back with still slightly sticky hands, soothing me. “Hey,” he whispered. “It’s OK. You don’t have to hide it from me. ”

I relaxed more into the hug, letting Tudor support me with his big, capable hands.

“Take this.” Tudor stepped back from me and rifled through the shorts he had dropped to the floor, finally presenting me with a key.

“Leave the door unlocked, get yourself cleaned up in the shower and I’ll join you once I’ve…

cleaned all this up. Not very professional of me to have sex in my own gym. ”

I smiled at him and took the key. I quickly pulled on my clothes but shed them as soon as I was out of the gym and into his room with the door safely closed behind me.

I walked to the now familiar shower, turned on the water and waited a second for the water to run hot.

I stepped under the shower head and let it wash all my worries away.

I would talk to Patrick in the morning, cut the media speculation off with the reasoning we had done enough.

I would talk to Sandra. I needed to be more authentic, less stage managed.

If this series really would open all the doors she insisted it would, I needed to be able to live a happier and freer life because of it.

There was no point achieving success if I was going to just live the same life I had before.

And finally…Tudor. I didn’t know exactly what he wanted but I knew he wanted me.

Much as I wanted him. And I didn’t know if he wanted me more permanently, or if he was happy with this just being a fling.

But I owed it to him to ask, to be ho nest with what I could offer him.

I was flighty, filming could take me all over the globe at any time.

I needed a base to call home, somewhere I could relax, and somehow Hiraeth had come to fit the bill.

I heard the room door creak open, then the bathroom door clicked.

Finally I felt a cool blast of air as the glass shower cubicle door slid open and closed behind me.

Strong arms wrapped around my body and locked me to him.

Though the sexual chemistry was amazing, it felt almost as good to stand naked under the spray with Tudor without the pressure or expectation of sex.

It was just his body pressed up against mine and I against his, standing under the warm spray and feeling safe and comfortable with one another.

I needed this man, wanted to be close to him.

It was time for me to start to work it out.

Naturally, things were never that simple.