“I am not backing out Peter, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she told him with a sigh, staring off into the fire, her expression pensive. “I was just thinking out loud.”
“Come home with me tonight,” he said urgently. “I need you with me, I have been thinking of making love to you for a long time and I think tonight is the night.”
She stared at him, at the intense expression on his golden brown face, the lock of hair on his forehead, his eyes that seemed to look into her very soul. This was Peter, the same guy from the coffee shop that she had thought of objectively as being very handsome but had not given him a second thought because she had not been looking for a relationship. The same guy she wanted her first time to be with.
They said their goodbyes with her mother inviting them over for Christmas dinner the next day and Dawn and Gregory as well. Dawn had been somewhat mollified at what Peter had told her and had even said she thought it was so romantic, telling Peter that he must not keep her best friend away from her. So now they were friends again.
*****
They got to his place at eleven o’clock. Even though the party had finished for some time; they had stayed and talked with some of the residents who had been too excited to go to bed. Since the next day was Christmas the head nurse allowed them to stay up a little longer than usual. Kimberley had talked to Peter about donating some things to the home and he had told her he would.
“I like your mother,” Peter told her as he held the door for her to go in ahead of him. They had been silent on the way to his apartment, both busy with their own thoughts.
“I think the feeling is mutual,” she told him with a smile. For some reason she felt nervous and she had to keep telling herself that this was Peter; he was no stranger but still her heart continued to trip inside her chest.
He hung up their coats on the coat hanger and went to kindle the fire. Very soon there was a blaze going on and he spread a blanket in front of the massive fireplace.
“No marshmallows?” Kimone asked in amusement as she sat on the soft blanket. She was trying desperately to go back to the way things were before; this way was too confusing and she could not think straight.
“I have somewhere, do you want some?” he asked her, getting ready to rise and go for it. He had taken off his sweater vest and his dress shirt and was in a white undershirt.
“I am just kidding Peter,” she laughed putting a hand on his arm to stop him from leaving.
“What do you want?” he asked her, his voice soft and hypnotic, his eyes holding hers captive.
“I want world peace and the end of child abuse,” she tried to joke but it came out as a whisper.
“Ask me what I want.”
She could not answer, her throat clogged up as she tried to breathe.
“Ask me,” he insisted.
“What do you want?” she finally spoke.
“I want you,” he told her huskily. “I want to make love to you for the entire night and I want you to fall asleep in my arms and when you wake up I want to start all over again.”
Her hand was still on his arm and she could not move it; she was held immobile as she stared into his eyes.
”Tell me you want that too,” he murmured, pulling her towards him.
She nodded, still lost for words. With a sigh he lifted her chin and looked at her for a second, his eyes moving her exquisite face. The glow of the fire was very flattering, softening her features further and giving her an ethereal light that seemed to reflect from within.
He kissed her; his mouth meeting hers with a slowness that was deliberate. His tongue invaded her mouth giving her a jolt that went straight through her. Her arms came up and wrapped themselves around his neck and he gently lowered her to the blanket, never releasing her lips as he deepened the kiss. Peter felt his erection growing and he knew the control was slipping away from him.
With a groan he broke the kiss, pushing aside the flimsy straps that held her outfit together. She was not wearing a bra and her breasts were revealed as he pushed away the material, his hand going over her shoulders and drifting further down to touch her small breast gently, feathering over the already pebble like nipple. He bent his head and took the nipple inside his mouth causing Kimone to gasp at the shock of his mouth on her. She buried her fingers into his thick dark hair as his tongue flicked over the tight bud. The sensation was unbelievable.
“Peter,” she moaned softly, digging her fingers in his scalp. He released her nipple and undressed her slowly, gazing at her curvaceous body. She was perfect. He thought as his hands wandered down her body, removing her clothes, leaving her only in soft pink lace panties that barely covered her mound.
“So beautiful,” he said thickly. He was almost bursting at the crotch and he pulled down her underwear. He wanted to taste her so bad that he could taste her inside his mouth. He kneeled down and pulled his shirt over his head. He was well muscled with a smattering of dark hair on his chest. He unbuckled his pants and pulled them off, leaving his underwear on before climbing on top of her.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered against her mouth.
“I don’t care,” she whispered back, moving restlessly underneath him; her hands coming up to cup his face. “I want to feel you.”
With a groan he took her lips with his. He wanted to taste every inch of her body, to taste and to savor but he wondered if he could hold out. He loved the feel of her mouth, the taste of it, he was drunk on her and he did not want to stop but she was not allowing him. Kimone felt her nipples grazing his chest and she felt her nipples hardened to painful proportions; she needed more and her body was telling her so. She dragged her mouth from his and gasped: “Peter now please,”
He complied, reaching between them to take his erection from his underwear, already hardened considerably. She had shimmied out of her panties and he entered her gently, his body tensing as he met the resistance, his eyes on hers as if afraid that the penetration would hurt her.
“Please,” she whispered, already closing around him. He pushed inside her, swallowing her small cry of pain as he breached her, staying still while she became accustomed to the length and breadth of him, only moving when she started to move beneath him. She closed her arms around his neck and lifted her hips to bring him closer, drawing him into her, meeting his thrusts with hers, their bodies moving in sync as they began the age old dance of love; their bodies molding and blending with each other.
Kimone felt the pain disappear and the intense pleasure rose inside her body as she moved against him. She had never felt anything like it before, this feeling of utter helplessness and vulnerability; the intense need that went further and further until she felt as if she was climbing a mountain and reaching for the clouds. Then she was falling and she was taking him with her. With a cry she let go and fell, clinging to him. Vaguely through the cloud wrapping her in its airiness she heard him calling out her name and gripped her hips as he plunged inside her over and over again, spilling his seed; his body shaking spasmodically on top of hers.
They came floating slowly back to earth, clinging to each other, his mouth capturing hers hungrily as he sought to regain control; a control that had slipped away from him the moment he had entered her. He held her against him and wished that he could tell her he was in love with her, had been since the first time he saw her but he had to be contented with showing her with his body. It was her first time and he felt the joy course through him that he had the privilege of being her first, the joy of enveloping her body with his and he wanted to protect her from everything and anything. He wanted to give her the world.
“You okay?” he whispered finally.
“It depends on what you mean by okay,” Kimone whispered back. He was still inside her and it felt wonderful, so much so that she did not want him to come out.
“Are you sore?” he asked her in concern, moving as if to come out.
“Don’t you dare do that!” Kimone protested, clasping him with her leg
s.
“Kimone,” he groaned, moving inside her.
“Can we do it again so soon?” she asked wonderingly.
He laughed shakily at her innocent question. “With you yes.” He murmured. The fire had died down somewhat surrounding them with its warm glow. Kimone felt contented and euphoric and she wanted to feel him moving inside her again.
As if reading her thoughts he bent his head and captured her lips with his. Kimone opened her mouth underneath his and touched her tongue to his, setting off an explosion of feelings inside his body.
“I want you again,” he gasped, dragging his mouth away from hers. He pulled out and away from her and reached for her breast, his tongue going over her nipple causing her to arch her body closer to him. His mouth drifted further down and Kimone gripped him tightly, halting his progress.
“It’s okay,” he told her throatily, “I just want to taste you.” He continued down until he reached her pubic area. Kimone gasped loudly as his mouth touched her, his tongue reaching out to touch her mound before venturing inside her. She cried out as he worked his tongue inside her; her hips bucking, almost dislodging him. She had thought she had reached the peak of her pleasure but oh how wrong she had been. He held her hips firmly, bringing her up slightly as his teeth grazed her. She felt the pressure building up inside her and she dug her feet in the bed. She came inside his mouth, her cry anguished as she moved her head from side to side, trying to come to grips with what was happening inside her body, what he was doing to her. She drifted down slowly from the incredible high he had lifted her to but still he continued to torture her, his tongue lingering inside her.
He finally came up and over her, placing his penis inside her, his face intense as he stared down at her silently. Kimone reached up and closed her arms around his neck pulling her down on her as she closed around him tightly. “That was unbelievable,” she whispered against his mouth.
“I’m glad you liked it,” he whispered shakily as he started moving inside her slowly at first then picking up the tempo as she started moving with him.
“I want us to do this all the time,” she told him impishly, groaning as he moved deep inside her.
“Your wish is my command,” he told her huskily, reaching down to hold her hips firm as he thrust inside her. They came together and Kimone clung to him, her nails biting into his shoulders and his mouth covering hers to capture her cries.
He held her close to him as she slept; his expression tender. He loved her so much that he trembled from it; he knew it was going to be special when he made love to her but he never dreamt it would blow his mind so much. He had never been a womanizer in the past, maybe because he had seen what his parents’ had and he wanted to experience something like that himself. He had thought he had found the woman of his dreams two years ago when he had met an Asian girl at dinner one night but she had only been interested in him for what he could give her. He had told her that he was not interested and had taken his leave. Now he had met her and he knew he would do everything in his power to keep her.
Chapter 6
The Christmas dinner went well. Kimberley Bailey had gone all out with dinner; there was a huge turkey, enough to feed the whole neighborhood as Kimone had told her mother dryly when she saw it. There was also baked ham, sweet potato salad, coleslaw and sweet potato pie with whipped cream and to her surprise her mother had made Japanese onion soup.
“Mom, I didn’t know you could cook Japanese food,” Kimone said as she tasted the delicious soup. Dawn and Gregory were there, as well as some people from the neighborhood.
“Mrs. Bailey this is very good,” Peter said in appreciation. “I can’t tell the difference from the way my mom used to make it.” He added with a smile.
“Thanks dear,” Kimberley beamed at him. “And please call me Kimberley, from what I hear we are going to be family soon.”
Kimberley asked Peter questions about Christmas in Japan and how it was different to where they lived.
He told them that Christmas day was not a national holiday but was highly celebrated as Christmas cakes were purchased for that day and gifts were handed out. “I was actually born here but spent some holidays in Japan. My parents were not one to push me into going back and taking up my heritage so I basically did not feel pressured to do so.”
“Kimone told me you lost both your parents,” Kimberley looked at him in sympathy.
He nodded and with a small smile changed the subject. Kimone knew he was still not ready to talk about them and the fact that he had shared it with her made her feel closer to him.
She had spent the night at his place and her skin grew warm as she remembered how he had woken her up with his mouth on her body. They had slept naked because he had insisted. She could still feel him inside her. He had taken her home to get dressed to come to her mother’s for dinner and she had invited him in. He told her the place was uniquely her with all the bold colors and the dolls all around the living room.
He kept looking at her all through the evening. She was the same when she was among her own people, vivacious and exuding a self confidence that declared to the world that she did not care what they thought of her. He had never met anyone like her and he wondered how he was going to keep his feelings from her.
“One of a kind isn’t she?” her friend Dawn had come up beside him and he had not even noticed until she spoke.
“She is,” he said quietly, turning to face her.
“And you are in love with her,” Dawn continued, staring at him shrewdly. “Does she know?”
He started to say something else, and then with a shrug he answered honestly. “No,” his smile was brief and she could not help but notice how handsome he was and totally in love with her best friend who probably thought of him as a friend.
Earlier in the evening as she saw them come in together and the difference between them she had known that things had changed and she had cornered Kimone in the corner of the room and asked her bluntly. “You slept with him,” she said without preamble.
Kimone had laughed, not bothering to hide it. “What we did was anything but sleep. Dawn, it was magical and he made me want to do it over and over again.”
“You are certainly glowing,” Dawn had commented. If it was even possible the girl was even more beautiful than ever and inwardly she had sighed. It must be wonderful to feel such heights of passion. She and Gregory were comfortable together and even though she knew he loved her completely, what Kimone was telling her was far from what they shared. And she had seen the way Peter looked at her as if she was the only woman, not only in the room but in the entire world.
“No,” he told her briefly, just a little bit annoyed. “And I would appreciate you not saying anything to her; I want her to love me because she is led to do so; not to love me because someone put the idea inside her head.”
“If you think I can put an idea inside that girl’s head then you don’t know Kimone,” Dawn said wryly and both of them turned to look at her as she laughed at something an elderly gentleman said to her. Dawn was right, she was her own person.
*****
They made the engagement official. She had told him quite frankly in her own inimitable way that she did not want an engagement ring and the wedding band had to be very simple because she would probably lose it anyway. There was to be no engagement party and no press release or anything, the wedding was going to be very simple with a few friends and family. Peter felt his heart sinking; he had wanted to show her off to everyone but he had to respect her wishes.
“What is this I hear about you getting engaged and not even a little party?” her mother demanded over the phone. It was almost the middle of January and most of the festivities had been over and done with. She had asked for a donation of beds and a new stove from Peter and they had been sent to the nursing home in a matter of weeks. She had been singing Peter’s praise ever since. “You are getting engaged to that wonderful man and with no fanfare?”
“Mom, Peter und
erstands and besides, we are both too busy to think of planning a party,” Kimone protested.
He had gone ahead and bought out the lease for her and now the store was hers to do whatever she wished and she had been busy doing the renovations. They were getting married the first week in February and she had told him there was to be no break. She would close the store on Saturday but on Monday she would get back to work. “After all it’s not like we are a real couple so we can dispense with all the frivolities.” She had told him never aware that she was twisting his heart into tiny pieces.
“Right,” he had answered shortly before hanging up the phone. She had frowned a little at his tone but had shrugged it off and went back to what she had been doing. His secretary, Amy had been calling her and asking her to come up to the office building to look at samples of wedding dresses and she had finally made the time to go this afternoon. It would mean that she would have to close the shop for about an hour.
“No party mom,” she told her mother firmly.
“Suit yourself,” her mother had answered briefly. One more person she had apparently offended, Kimone thought wryly as she placed the doll she had recently acquired on the uppermost shelf. Things had picked up during the holidays and since she had acquired the store she had been making changes. She was even thinking of hiring someone part time so that she could get the time to go to the various garage and antique sales. Not only was she into ancient dolls but she was also acquiring old fashioned doll houses and the action figures.
He had sent a car for her and she closed and locked the shop, putting up a sign that read: ‘Be back in an hour’ and pulling her thick coat closer to ward off the chill.
The first time she had been in the building, only the guard had been there, now the place was teeming with people. The receptionist at the front gave her a friendly smile as if she knew who she was and ushered her up. Kimone was amazed at how many people worked there and the muted professionalism of their chatter which stopped as soon as she stepped off the elevator. She was acutely conscious of the not so elegant black wool pants and thick green sweater she had on and she had piled her abundant hair in an untidy knot on top of her head. Not a good look for the future wife of a billionaire, she thought wryly with no apology. His secretary met her on the way to the office.
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