Free Exposure by Caia Fox

be standing like that in such luxurious
surroundings, as if I should be better behaved because everything was so
tasteful.
    The lights from the London Eye twinkled.
    “Do you think they can see me from over
there?” I asked.
    “Not unless you can see them.”
    I could see nothing, just the cars going
around on that big wheel.
    “Imagine they can see you though. The whole
of London outside that window can see you and you’re going to be thoroughly
fucked for their pleasure.”
    He ran his finger slowly down my body from
my throat to the cleft between my legs and lingered there, stroking softly, his
eyes gleaming with mischief, his touch making me feel decadent yet feminine,
playing me like an instrument.
    “I want to hear you moan,” he said. “I want
to hear you moan and then I want to hear you cry out when you come. I’ve missed
that all week.”
    “You’ve got to work for it first. I don’t
do sound effects on demand.”
    “Don’t you? Not when I do this?” He bent me
over an arm chair, my breasts against the soft cream covering, and spread my
legs. He knelt behind me and lapped at me with long slow strokes of his tongue,
until I was mewling into the chair, my breath hitching.
    “Not quite there yet,” he said, “but what
about if I do this?” He entered me with his thumb, his fingers on my clit,
massaging me inside and out. I think I moaned then. I’m almost sure I did. I
was so close.
    “And this. What if I do this?” and he
pushed his cock inside me, making me forget everything except how he filled me
up so completely.
    “The whole of London can see you,” he said,
powering into me from behind, over and over. “The people on the Eye, the people
in the street. They can see you bent naked over that armchair taking my cock.
They’re watching you. They’re enjoying your body just like I am.”
    “Come for me,” he said. “Let them see you
come.”
    I lost it then, calling out his name as he
continued to drive into me until he came himself. I lay there panting over the
chair, and he adjusted his clothes and picked me up from there. I was naked
again while he still looked respectable, the bad boy who liked to keep me naked
for his pleasure.
    “I’m going to shower with you and wrap you
in a robe, and then really order some food this time,” he said.
    The shower was big enough for two. We used
the beautifully scented products the hotel had set out for us, and luxuriated
under the hot running water. I could have stayed in there all day wrapped in
Nathan’s arms given the harsh winter weather outside.
    I thought we might make love again in the
shower, but we were both sated right then. Nathan was quiet. I wondered what he
had on his mind.
    Out of the shower, he wrapped me in a big
soft bath towel and wrapped a smaller towel around my hair before drying
himself off with his own towel.
    “I’ve been meaning to ask you,” he said.
“Do you want to get married?”
    “ What ?” I could hardly believe what
I was hearing. We hadn’t even known each other a year. I was in love with him
and I knew he loved me. He said it often enough, I think to reassure me because
of all the pictures around of him with other women. But to know he wanted to
stay together forever was something else.
    “You’re supposed to say ‘yes’ not ‘what,’”
he said, laughing.
    “Oh, Nathan, yes, more than anything,” I
said.
    We dined in the suite on steak and champagne
and toasted our future. And that night he made slow sweet love to me in the big
Savoy bed, pure unadulterated vanilla sex, the kind we rarely had these days,
so it had become a novelty in itself.

CHAPTER 17
     
     
    The morning after he proposed, Nathan decided
I was to go to the London premiere with him.
    “Won’t Paula and your publicity people
mind?” I knew she liked Nathan to be seen as young, free and single. She
thought there would be more fans that way.
    “I don’t care what they think. I want you
there.”
    Paula was irritated by his