“Yes, I do, very much. Thank you Jim.” He kissed her firmly and held
her tight.
“If you like it, then I want you to have it. I love you Belle and you
do deserve this and much more.” They kissed for a bit longer before returning
to the living room with everyone else. Everyone wanted to see how beautiful the
ring was.
Introductions where made and eventually the children were put to bed
and the adults stayed up talking and enjoying Christmas. As morning came, the
festivities continued when the children awoke and found more gifts waiting for
them. Trix and Jim went for a walk as the snow fell lightly and the homes were
all lit up and decorated so invitingly.
Jim had promised his own children he would see them on the 28th
of December and headed home on the 27th while Trix, Danielle and
Merrick headed to Toronto, following their brother along Highway 401.
Toronto, as per the norm this time of the year, was cold and brown.
What little snow there was was dirty with pollution. The lawns where brown and
trees bare but still, people were happy during the holidays, mostly because
there were some really great bargains in all the stores.
They spent time with family and friends and left Toronto on December 30th
to head back to England.
The moment they landed at Heathrow airport, Trix called Jim. She was
going to go home and rest for a bit and then she would see him. She invited him
to her flat as she knew his family would be coming and going all day.
She needed some quiet time, some sleep and most of all, Jim. There was
so much to talk about and so much to share with him. She was confused and
didn’t want to assume where their relationship might be headed.
He arrived at her flat about three hours after she did. She was
napping, not having put her things away; her luggage was still sitting by the
door. He knocked twice before she answered. She was tired, “jet lag,” he
teased, “is a real bitch.”
He greeted her with a firm hug and a long sensual kiss. They sat
together on her sofa. She snuggled up to him and fell asleep. He napped lightly
with her, until his mobile phone rang. She jumped when she heard it ring.
While he talked, confirming plans for the following night, she showered
and dressed, and realizing what time it was, headed into the kitchen to make
them some dinner. They talked about where they were going to be tomorrow night
and she was very excited to learn of who would be there.
She asked if he would be spending the night here with her or would he
be going home. He would “do whatever” she wanted. She wanted him to stay with
her, and so he did.
She was still a bit tired and so they agreed to watch some TV or a
movie, but the more they talked about what to watch, the more they realized
they really didn’t want to watch TV.
She decided to go for it. She knelt on the sofa beside him, so her face
would line up with his. She put one hand behind his head and looked him in the
eyes. He knew what she wanted, and he let her lead.
She leaned in to kiss him, a soft barely there kiss. She kissed his
lips, his cheek and kept moving towards his ear. She didn’t whisper, but just
allowed her breath to fall onto him, then kissed his neck. He held her hand and
closed his eyes to enjoy what she was doing.
She kissed his lips, and then his mouth. He let go of her hand and
positioned himself to face her better and then took hold of her waist. She ran
her fingers through his hair, and her breathing quickened.
She wanted to make love and she wanted their first time to be in her
bed. They had talked about this, and he told her several times, when she was
ready, then it would be perfect because it was all about her, for now. He
wanted to do things differently with her, because she was different.
She could feel his cock getting larger and stiffer the more she kissed
him. She knew he was letting her control how fast they went.
She stopped, looked at him and said, “Music. That’s what we need.” So
she got up and placed her iPod on the stereo, her favourite playlist. It was U2
singing All I Want Is You. As she came back to the sofa, he was smiling, enjoying watching her
dance and sing as she came back.
She grabbed his hand and asked him to dance with her. As they swayed to
the music, they caressed each other, and slowly, she started unbuttoning his
shirt. She opened his shirt to expose his chest and kissed it.
She wrapped her arms around him and gripped his back and bit him. It
wasn’t a hard bite, but this was her way of saying, I am ready.
He held her tight while they danced, stroking her back, and helping to
remove her shirt. She wore her new pink satin bra and matching panties hoping
he would like it. As his fingers traced the edge of the bra, making his way
around back to undo it, she undid his belt, and his pants.
He undid her pants also. She stepped out of the small pile of clothes
at her feet and took his hand and led him to her room.
She lit a small candle on her dresser and told him to get comfortable
on the bed. She removed his socks and climbed on top of him, teasing him, and
then lay beside him. They kissed. She loved the way he kissed.
Images flashed in her head, of him, young and sexy, older and sexy, and
now, even sexier than ever, visions of him flashed in her mind. All the
pictures she had seen and videos that she had watched of him playing on stage,
playing like a movie in her brain. This turned her on more especially now that
the music that was playing, Ramble On, brought visions of him playing the O2 Arena concert in 2007. She
reached for the covers as it was chilly in her room, and pulled them up.
She felt for his hard cock under the blankets. Stroking it, feeling it
pulsate in her grip. He moaned and caressed her body again, letting her lead.
She moved closer to him, and he pulled her in tight. She wrapped a leg over his
hip, and he pulled her closer so that she could feel his hard cock against her.
He removed his shirt.
She whispered to him, “Jim, make love to me, tonight.” He looked at her
and smiled, of course he would and with that smile, she knew he would be
tender. He kissed her lips, her neck and her mouth. He moved so that he would
be slightly on top of her, his leg between hers, he kept kissing her.
Her hands softly moving up and down his back, feeling his warm smooth
skin, his hands cupping her breasts to take her nipple in his mouth. Using his
tongue, he licked and traced her nipple until it became hard. Then he bit it
gently and kissed it. He did the same to the other nipple. His hard cock
pressing against her wet panties, she wrapped one leg around his, so that her
foot was between his knees.
As he kissed her between her breasts, his hand went down her belly to
the top of her panties. Using one finger, he hooked it on the inside of her
panties and whispered, “Let’s take everything off, shall we?”
Now they lay completely naked under the covers of the bed, in her
chilly room with just the glow of a small candle, and the slow music playing in
the living room, Roxanne Potvin singing Je T’aime. It was
so romantic because it wasn’t planned.
She breathed in his scent. She loved how he smelled. He kissed her over
and over, and then slowly reached down between her legs. He wanted to feel how
wet she was, so with his own legs, he spread her legs even more.
His hand had no problem navigating. He stroked her clit, she moaned.
His fingers trailed down to find her opening, and he put his finger deep inside
her. She tightened her legs around his and moaned louder.
He put two fingers inside her and kept kissing her. Then he put three
fingers inside her. She was tight, and he knew this was going to be good. He
fingered her cunt for a few minutes, teasing her, making her even wetter than
she already was.
She reached for his hard cock. She wanted to feel it in her hand, on
her clit, in her tight cunt. She wanted all of him. He used his cock to tease
her clit and then slowly pushed it into her juicy hole. He was so much bigger
than she expected and told him to be gentle as he entered.
She held her breath, closed her eyes tight and he stopped. He waited
until she relaxed again, then he push himself as deep as she could take it. he
knew she was nervous, and this turned him on even more, like a trembling
animal, he wanted to protect, care for and love her.
She held his body as close to hers as she could, using both her arms
and her legs. His hot breath on her skin was almost enough to bring her to
orgasm. He slowed his pace and whispered in her ear, “I want to see you come
before I do.”
He looked at her, his cock still inside her, she smiled at him. She was
waiting for him to tell her what he would like. He kissed her and said, “I want
to taste your cunt, I want to make you come while I lick it all up.”
She looked at him, not sure what to do or think. But she couldn’t break
her own rules, whoever is on top is in control, she thought. He was on
top, he was in control. And isn’t this something she had always fantasized
about, making love with Jimmy Page?
He kissed her mouth and then using his tongue, worked his way down,
down, down between her legs. His breath, his soft lips, his tongue feeling and
probing her, she never thought he would be this good, being older and all, but
he seemed to know exactly what turned her on.
He could tell she was close to coming, by her breathing, her moaning,
and the way she tasted. He enjoyed this very much, making her scream with
intense pleasure. He had moved his hands around her upper thighs so he could
hold her tight when she came. And when she did come, he didn’t stop. He kept
licking and sucking and teasing her until she came again.
When he finally relented, allowing her to catch her breath, he sat on
his knees, and slowly pulled her towards him. His cock standing fully erect,
ready to go back inside her hot and wet hole, he pulled her so that her bum was
resting on his knees. He then guided himself deep within her.
He bent her legs and wrapped his arms around them while he pushed his
cock in and out of her. At this angle he also managed to make her come again.
Then he came.
Exhausted, they lay side by side, breathing deeply trying to slow it
down; eyes closed enjoying the bliss they just shared. They held hands, and
cuddled for a few minutes before she said suddenly, “I need to pee and I am
thirsty. Do you want something to drink too?” she asked as she reached for his
shirt, since it was on the edge of the bed, put it on and started doing up the
buttons.
She stood up and turned to look at him. His eyes were still closed, but
the smile on his face was priceless. She laughed, and he questioned her as to
why. She said, “I’m sorry, it’s not you, it’s just that…it’s you.” She laughed
again, and then crawled across the bed to kiss him. “I am not laughing but I
don’t know how to explain it, but I’m just really happy right now. It’s just a
reaction I guess, not the right one, but, you look so sexy lying here in my
bed, and I am so happy…and I have fantasized about you for so long, and now,
here you are, in my bed, and naked,” she laughed again, burying her face in his
chest.
He kissed her head, “yes, water would be fine, and if you don’t go pee,
I will,” and he sat up quickly. She pushed him back down and crawled over him
to the floor and ran to the bathroom, laughing all the way there.
He met her in the kitchen after he peed and washed up, and held her
tight against his body. Her back to his front, and whispered, “I love you
Bellatrix. And I can’t wait to bring in a new year with you by my side.”
They headed back to the bedroom, snuggled and talked until sleep
overtook them both. When they awoke in the morning, they made breakfast
together and as they ate, they were planning their day. It was a formal affair
but she wasn’t sure if she had the right dress.
She showed him what she had, which was limited since she still had a
lot of clothes back home in storage. He said they should go shopping. They
dressed, packed her overnight bag and headed out.
He took her to a few boutiques and a few swanky stores. Finally, she
found a dress that not only looked good on her, but showed off his favourite
part of her body, her back.
The dress would show of the tattoo work that she had done and he
thought she looked sexy in it. They didn’t plan to do much else, and she wanted
to do her own hair and makeup, so they headed back to his house to get ready.
They made love again in his bed and then had a light snack while they
dressed for the evening out. Dinner was to be served around eight and then
dancing all night long. He was dressed in a dark blue suit, dark shirt and a
very nice tie. He wore his hair the way she liked it best, natural and free,
not tied up in the back.
As she entered the kitchen for a glass of water before they left, he
just stood and stared at her. A coy smile crossed his face and he went to her
and kissed her. “You look gorgeous, my love.” He kissed her again and said,
“Are you ready?”
She nodded and they headed out to the car. Tonight, they would be
driven there, and then back home later. During the car ride, they held hands
and kissed. He asked her about some of the fantasies she had shared with him a
few weeks ago.
He wanted to know if she would like to fulfill a fantasy tonight. She
looked at him puzzled, wondering what he could be thinking. He whispered in her
ear what he had in mind, and she blushed and smiled, looked down at his hands
holding hers and said, “Yes.”
He kissed her hands, then put his arm around her, and pulled her closer
to him. His other hand was pulling her dress up to expose her thigh, caressing
her as he did so.
She felt his hard cock and kissed him. She was already wet and her cunt
anticipating what might come next. But whatever it might be, it would have to
wait, because they had arrived at their destination.
He got out of the car and held out his hand as she then climbed out.
Together, hand in hand, they walked to the doors of the establishment, where
they were held open by uniformed doormen. He checked their coats, got a ticket
to retrieve them later, and placed it in his jacket pocket.
They headed in to the lavish dining room. Jim saw people he knew and
they walked over to say hello and introduced Trix to them. They walked around,
greeting people as they went, looking for their table.
So many people came up to Jim to wish him a happy new year, and a few
people said they wouldn’t be in town over the next two weeks, so they also
wished him a happy birthday.
They held hands under the table as he talked to people and when he
wasn’t talking, he was kissing her tenderly.
They were seated at a table with four other couples. One couple, who
sat next to Jim, was her favourite bass guitar player, and lifelong friend of
his, John Paul Jones and his wife, Maureen or Mo as
everyone calls her.
Trix was excited to meet them, and they talked all through dinner about
playing, his collaborations with Dave Grohl and Them Crooked Vultures. She
once told Jim that she felt John Paul Jones was very under rated, and really
deserves more credit than has been given.
“He is so talented, so creative, so open to new concepts and ideas,
so…” she was searching for the right words as Jim laughed.
“So humble, so quiet, so nice and one day you will meet him and you can
tell him all that. But I know what you are trying to say. I know because he has
been my friend for what feels like forever.” Jim said as he hugged her.
He was right though; that ‘one day’ was today, now, and Trix could not
stop talking to John Paul about his career and his music.
Dessert and coffee was being served and people were starting to dance.
“Let’s get this party started!” Trix said to everyone at the table as she stood
up. She looked at Jim, raised her eyebrows, and smiled as she said to him,
“will you dance with me?”
“It would be an absolute privilege,” he said with a big smile and stood
up. He took her hand and she led him to the dance floor.
As they danced, they whispered about how they would make her fantasy
come true. It would be easier later in the evening, when people were busy
celebrating.
He said that they should sneak off together about twenty minutes before
midnight. But for now they would just have to tease each other fully clothed
and in front of a room filled with people. That was easy she told him, “Because
no one can tell how wet I am, but they can see how excited you might be. The
perils of being a man.” They both laughed.
As the night went on they danced, sat with other friends of his,
mingled with strangers, and when they were alone, they would fondle each other
any way they could.
It was easy for her, the table cloths were very long and most just
thought they were holding hands. She was getting excited and could hardly
contain herself. She would surprise him, right here, right now.
As she looked around the room, to see if anyone was close or watching
them, she ‘accidentally’ dropped something on the floor. She bent down to pick
it up and went under the table. She ran her hands along his legs and she knew
he would let her do what she wanted.
She knelt between his legs and grabbed his cock through his pants. He
placed his hands on the table, so if anyone looked or came by, he would say he
was just waiting for Trix to return.
She undid his zipper and reached inside for his hard cock. She loved
his cock. She kissed it, and licked the tip of it. She tried to picture his
face while she did this.
She wondered would he be able to look as normal as possible, or would
his expression give it all away? As she licked and sucked his cock, caressing,
and his balls with her tongue, she could hear the party going on around them.
“Jimmy Page! It’s been a long time. How are you?” She heard a strange
voice, but didn’t stop. This was going to be fun, she thought.
“Very well, thank you. And how are you?” Jim answered. They spoke for a
few minutes, Jim’s cock never faltered. At one point, he placed one hand on his
lap, and she held his fingers. He brushed his fingers along her face, and she
never took her mouth off his cock.
A few minutes after the stranger left, she stopped sucking and licking.
He wanted to come, and she was ready for it, and soon enough, he placed his
hands on his knees. He moved her hands up his legs to meet his hands, and he
gripped her fingers, letting her know, he was ready. She stayed still for a few
more minutes, holding his hands, stroking his legs.
Finally, she moved back. He had no idea what she was doing under there,
but he didn’t want to make it obvious that there was someone under the table,
so he just sat there, waiting for her return.
She had crawled out and looked around. No one was near, no one was
looking, and she stood up, kissed him and said she was going to the bathroom.
He looked at his watch. He would meet her in five minutes, but first,
he had to get himself together, do his pants up and find some water.
As she stood there looking in the mirror, checking her make-up and her
hair, the door to the ladies room opened. It was John Paul’s wife, Mo. They
spoke for a few minutes; Trix listened and even blushed as she heard that Jimmy
hasn’t been this way in a long time. “This way” been happy and mysterious at
the same time. Maureen used the toilet and as she was washing her hands, Jim
popped in.
“Jimmy, you know you shouldn’t be in here,” Maureen said with a wink
and a smile as she left. Jim walked up to Trix and pulled her close to him and
kissed her. Trix started to remove his jacket as he backed her up into the last
stall, and then locked the door.
He hung his jacket on the hook as she was undoing his buttons, he
loosened his tie, she reached for his belt, and he grabbed her ass, and pulled
her close to kissed her hard.
He started lifting her dress, and she whispered, “How are we going to
do this?” as she looked into his eyes.
He knelt down to remove her shoes, then her stockings. He stood up and
kissed her while putting his hand between her legs. She was so wet, his fingers
slid right into her hole. He tasted her juices, licking one finger at a time,
and then put his fingers in again.
She pulled out his cock and started moving her hand up and down,
gripping it firmly, but not too hard. She wanted him inside her, but their
height difference is a problem. He bent down to lift her leg, and placed it so
her foot was up against the wall. He asked if she could manage like this. Using
her other leg, she raised herself, bracing her body between the wall and the
stall divider. She held on to the divider with her hands, and with his body
helping, she was able to stay in this position.
His hard cock found its way deep inside her hot cunt. Using his thumb,
he circled her clit while he thrust firmly up and in her.
He kissed her neck, biting her shoulder fucked her hard. She was
breathing heavy and trying hard not to make much noise. She loved the feel of
his cock inside her, anywhere inside her, and the way his long hair tickled her
face and neck, the sound and feel of his breath on her skin was enough to drive
a sane woman mad.
“Jimmy, it’s about five to midnight, you might want to hurry it up,”
Maureen had popped her head in to say, startling them both, and left them
giggling.
“Thank you, Mo. We’ll be out on the floor in time,” Jim replied
He stopped pushing for just a moment, and leaned back to look at her.
Not once did he stop playing with her clit, but he didn’t know if she could
hold this position much longer. He looked into her eyes and asked, “If I
promise to make you come at least three times tomorrow, is it ok if I don’t
continue now. I have seen your body react and I don’t know if you could handle
it. I don’t want you to lose your grip and start to fall. That wouldn’t be fun
for either of us.”
While she was thinking, he kept circling her clit. Her cunt was so wet,
so slippery that the feel of it alone was a turn on for him. As she strained to
keep her position, she could feel the muscles in her legs starting to ache, but
it felt so good, she didn’t want to stop.
She looked at him, asked him to come closer, and quietly said, “I want
to come, and I will do it right now, just help keep me up. Can you do that?”
He pushed his entire body against hers, thrusting his hips to push his
cock in and out of her hot cunt. She reached between them with her hand and
played with her clit. He watched her face as she did this, this of course turned
him on even more, he moved faster and hard, so that her breathing was short and
fast, raspy from a dry throat.
Her legs tightened around his body, she whispered, “I’m going to come.”
And she did, her body shaking, she screamed with pleasure into his shoulder,
biting him to keep quiet. And with a few more hard thrusts, he came too.
Both breathing fast, shaking from the strain, he asked if she was
alright. She nodded, and said she needed to stand because she could feel a leg
cramp coming on.
He gently eased out of her, and helped her to stand. He could see her
legs tremble. It was a good thing he had removed her shoes earlier. He held her
in a firm embrace, his body sweating, hers trembling, she whispered, “it’s
running down my legs.”
He laughed, reached for some toilet paper to help wipe his own fluids
off her leg. He did his pants and shirt back up. She asked for a bit of privacy
so she could pee and freshen up. She said she would meet him in the hall.
He said it was a great idea, he had to pee too and he wanted to make
himself presentable before they headed out to the dance floor.
She quickly redressed, freshened up without messing her make-up,
adjusted her boobs, looked at her backside and headed out to meet Jim.
As they walked on to the dance floor, seeking out Maureen and John
Paul, he held her hand tightly. They met with more of his friends and they all
started to count down from fifteen. As the traditional Auld Lang Syne was being
sung, Jim was kissing his Belle. His beautiful Bellatrix.
They danced to a few more songs before leaving, wishing all a good
evening, and a happy new year. She knew deep down, this was definitely going to
be a happy year.
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