“That this is far from a marriage of convenience.”
He went still at her words, hardly daring to believe that she was saying what he was thinking. “What do you mean?” his voice had gone hoarse.
She used a hand to push the hair from his forehead and then slide it down his strong jaw. “It means darling that I am in love with you and I think you feel the same way; or at least I hope you do.”
Peter could not move. His day had been so crappy he had thought nothing could make it get better but he was wrong; how he was wrong. “You love me?” he held her away from him slightly.
“I think so,” she wrinkled her brow for a minute, her eyes impish. “Having never been in love before I am not really sure but I feel my heart racing at the mere thought of you and when you touch me I feel as if I am on fire, like right now. So what do you think?”
“I think it’s the same way I am feeling but maybe ten times that,” he told her hoarsely. “I have wanted to tell you for so long but I was a coward and kept telling myself that you were going to reject me. My secretary could not understand why I stopped her from getting my coffee at the coffee shop but insisted on going there myself.”
“You loved me then?” Kimone stared at him her eyes round.
“I fell in love with you the first time you almost gave me third degree burns with the scalding hot coffee.” He teased her.
“But that was the first time we met!”
“I saw you and that was it for me so I kept going back trying to work up the courage to ask you out.”
“Oh Peter,” Kimone whispered. “I never knew.” She went back into his arms. “I was such an idiot and it took people telling me how much you loved me to realize that I love you too.”
“I was planning to tell you soon,” he told her softly, his heart hammering inside his chest.
“Ready to eat?” she asked him.
“Unless you are on the menu.” He responded, pushing aside the thin wisp of material and touching her nipple.
“I am,” she said faintly as he bent his head and took the nipple inside his mouth.
“I had this whole seduction scene planned,” she gasped as his mouth pulled on her nipple. “In the bedroom.”
“We will end up there,” he murmured, his tongue swirling around the tight bud. With a groan he lifted her up into his arms, his mouth still working on the nipple. Kimone tunneled her fingers through his hair, arching her back as he took the stairs hurriedly until he reached the bedroom.
He placed her on the bed and the negligee gaped open, revealing that she was not wearing anything underneath. With a groan he took off his clothes with unashamed haste and climbed on the bed beside her. “I have waited so long,” he said huskily, his hands spanning her small waist. He bent his head and captured her lips in a devastatingly tender kiss. Kimone opened her lips beneath his, her arms going around his neck as she returned the kiss her heart melting. How could she not have seen what he felt for her?
His hand drifted down her body and between her legs reaching for and touching her mound before placing two fingers inside her; moving slowly at first but feeling her move against him restlessly he increased the tempo, swallowing her moans of pleasure inside his mouth. His erection was so full and hard that it had become painful and he knew if he did not enter her soon he was going to burst from wanting her.
“I can’t wait!” he gasped as he shifted so that she was underneath him. He pulled out his fingers, wet from her passion and used it to lubricate his throbbing penis before putting it inside her, pushing until he was at her core before he started moving inside her. With a hoarse cry, Kimone locked her feet around his waist, lifting her hips to take him in further, wanting to give him her all. He gathered up her hips and with a feral cry escaping him he thrust inside her over and over again, his control slipping and disappearing as she returned his thrust with her own, her fingers digging into the flesh of his shoulders, her mouth opened and pants escaping her as she surrendered to him.
He felt his penis throbbing as if it had a life of its own and he knew his release was near but he wanted to hold it back; he did not want to stop; he wanted to make love to her for the entire night and into the morning. With a soft cry, she bit his shoulder, her perfect teeth drawing blood as she felt the immense passion washing over her and her control flying out the door.
Peter let go; his seed rushing through his testicles as a river gone wild and he gripped her against him, the pain of his shoulder just a blur in his mind as he came inside her, crying out her name and his love for her; his voice broken as he gave her his body and all of him.
Kimone shuddered as she embraced the overwhelming feeling coursing through her body as he held her close to him; his forehead resting against hers, his body shaking; and his penis still throbbing inside her.
“I love you so much that I can’t find the words to tell you,” he murmured, against her mouth, his tongue reaching out to touch the side of her lips. “I can only try to show you.”
“I love you too,” she whispered softly. “My husband.” She held his face between her hands.
“My wife,” he murmured. “My love, my heart.” He bent his head and took her lips with his and started moving inside her again. His movements were unhurried as his hands roamed her body, molding it to his. He was not in a hurry; not when it came to her. Shifting positions, he placed her on top of him without easing out of her and he held her to him as if his life depended on it.
*****
Sleep did not come to them that night; there was too much to do and say and after making love for the third time that night they talked. He told her again how he had fallen in love with her the very day he saw her and had been in love ever since. “I have been giving thanks that Amy had been out with the flu that day,” he told her softly. She was snuggled in the crooks of his arms and she kept kissing different parts of his face.
“That’s terrible,” she murmured, her hands resting on his chest, loving the feel of his muscles and the springy hair on his chest.
“I know but I can’t feel any remorse.” He kissed one soft cheek. He could not believe she loved him even though he had suspected she was leaning towards it and now that she had told him; he did not know what to do with himself. “Tell me again.” He urged.
“I love you Peter, my husband.” She told him huskily, pulling down his head and taking his lips with hers. There were no more talking for a long time yet.
*****
He wanted them to stay home from work the next day. But Kimone protested that she had made a luncheon date with Sandra. “You remember her from the dinner party last weekend right?”
She gasped as he ran a finger over her nipple still wet from his mouth. It was already a quarter past seven and they were still in bed. She had called Samantha and told her she was coming in late and he had called his secretary and told her to postpone his early meeting.
“The one married to the old guy?” he bent his head and took the nipple inside his mouth, pulling on it gently.
“Peter I can’t think or have a conversation when you are doing that,” she said breathlessly, her hands grabbing his hair. He had woken her up with his mouth feathering over her cheek and as soon as her eyes opened he had been all over her.
“I don’t want to talk,” he told her huskily, lifting his head and shifting his body to slide her underneath him. “I want to bury myself inside you and stay there for a long time.”
“Peter,” she murmured softly with a moan. He had gone hard again and he had discovered that with her, he had no problem being in that position. He entered her and with a sigh of pleasure she succumbed, dragging her fingers through his dark hair as he brought his head down to meet hers; her body moving against his urgently; matching his movements.
*****
It was almost ten thirty when they started getting ready for work and still when they showered together; there was a delay as he insisted on sponging her down from head to toe and lingering on her pubic area, using
the sponge to clean her thoroughly and that led them making love against the bathroom tiles.
Kimone shivered as she remembered his tongue inside her as the water from the shower sluiced off their bodies and her cries echoing around the room as her trembling body found release.
He pinned the thin gold necklace around her neck that he had given her a week ago; bending to kiss the back of her neck softly, sending shivers down her spine. “How can I want you after having had you so many times?” she asked wonderingly; leaning back against him. She was still in her stocking feet and only came a little up to his chest. He was already dressed in a white dress shirt and gray pants with a red and gray silk tie loose around his neck.
“That’s because I am irresistible,” he teased, holding her around the waist. “I don’t want to let you go,” he held her gaze in the mirror, admiring how she looked in her short floral dress with a chic little jacket to go with it. She had bundled her hair on top of her head and little tendrils were resting on the back of her neck.
“How about we have an early night?” she suggested, turning around to face him, her hands going around his neck. “We can go out to dinner or we can have dinner at home by the fireside, naked.” Her impish smile burst forth, showing the captivating space between her teeth.
“You are going to cook? Naked?” his brows raised as he stared down at her.
“Okay, you will cook and I will be lounging by the fireplace naked and waiting to be served.” She said with a seductive look under her long lashes.
“What are you doing to me?” he asked with a groan, lowering his head to tease her lips. “How am I ever going to concentrate with that image you just put in my head?”
“I will make it work your while later.” She promised him, kissing his lips gently. “I love you.”
“I will never get tired of hearing you say that,” he told her achingly, lifting her petite body into his arms and holding her close.
“I love you,” she whispered, taking his lips in a kiss that had his knees buckling and his heart thundering inside his chest. He could not get over how much he loved her and with a groan he returned her kisses with an ardency that took her breath away. Kimone held him to her, not caring that she was getting later and later for work. She had found the love of her life and she wanted to savor the feeling for as long as possible.
Chapter 10
“I am sorry I am late,” Kimone was a little out of breath as she rushed into the little café. She had ended up being delayed because Peter had totally ruined her make-up when he walked her out to the car. They had been locked into each others’ arms until she had dragged herself away from him insisting that they both needed to go and sort out what needed to be sorted out and besides Samantha had called her and reminded her that she had a shipment coming in.
“Darling I just got here,” Sandra waved a well manicured hand languidly. She had on less make-up than she had worn the night before and her blonde hair was waving gently past her shoulders. She looked younger and more vibrant. “But you look like the cat that swallowed the whole canary,” she added quizzically, giving the vivacious girl a curious look.
“I am happy,” she said with a smile; taking a seat opposite and looking at the girl closely. They ordered mocha slush and plates of fries. “You sounded anxious over the phone anything wrong?”
“I don’t have a lot of girlfriends,” she took a piece of fry and dipped it into the container of ketchup. “Over the years that seems to disappear because I could not bother with the explanations of how I am doing in my marriage and how come I never had children. It got easier not trying to justify why I got married for money instead of love.” She stared off into space for a minute and Kimone waited for her to continue. “I thought having money meant that it could insulate me from a lot of things; I have a closet filled with designer outfits and more shoes than I could ever wear in a lifetime and am surrounded by so many beautiful things and yet I am as lonely as hell and I have discovered that I am in fact yearning for a child; a child that I will never have.”
“Surely it’s not too late!” Kimone exclaimed, reaching out to take the girl’s hand resting on the table. She had never thought about having a child or even getting married until Peter had suggested it to her and now she had a whole package dropped into her lap: a man who loved her and had loved her since he met her and one who would do anything for her; the wealth was an added bonus because she was not much on materialism but now to hear Sandra’s longing for things that seemed so out of reach for her; she realized that she had a lot to be grateful for.
“A part of the agreement I made was that I would not get pregnant because my husband told me forthrightly that he already had grown children and did not need any more and I agreed because at that time, I was desperate enough to agree to anything. If I get pregnant, I stand to lose everything because of a paper I signed.”
“I don’t usually interfere in other people’s affairs but honey that sounds like a death trap and something you should get out of fast.” Kimone said earnestly. She had abandoned all pretense of eating and pushed away her plate of fries. “You are still young and there is still hope for you; forget the agreement and before you do anything; talk to your husband first and then speak to a lawyer; the years you were with him have to count for something.”
Sandra smiled at her tremulously; her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You sound like such a strong woman and even though I pretend I am; I am really not. I am weak and I like the easy way out; that was why I accepted the proposal so many years ago and why I am still in the marriage.”
“And now you are older and you realize that you want more,” Kimone’s tone was urgent. “It takes someone strong to stay in something that makes them so unhappy and that strength is what’s going to lead you to do what’s right for you.”
Sandra took a deep breath and taking out a scented handkerchief from her designer pocketbook she dabbed at the moistness around her dark blue eyes. “I am glad I met you,” she said with a small smile, squeezing the hand that Kimone had on the table. “Now I don’t have to feel so alone.”
*****
Kimone did not go back to the store immediately. She called Amy and asked if her husband was in office and she was told yes; he had just come out of a meeting. “You want me to tell him you called?”
“No, I will call him myself.”
She then called Samantha and told her that she would not be there for the next hour or so and set out to her husband’s office building. She had spoken to Sandra and heard her sad story and had spoken to Dawn and heard how unhappy she sounded and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she had something real; something wonderful
*****
She passed through the reception area and could feel the curious eyes on her and was happy that she had worn the brand new dress she had chosen that morning. Amy smiled and told her that he was alone and she went straight in.
He looked up from his desk and his eyes brightened in appreciation as he saw her. “This is a very nice surprise,” he pushed away from the desk and turned his chair around as she came towards him. “What brings you to my neck of the woods?” She jumped on the desk as she had done before and used her legs to capture his.
“Can’t a wife decide to come see her husband?”
“And that said husband really appreciates it.” He took her feet into his lap, not minding that her olive green heels probably had dirt on them. “You okay?”
“I am just coming from lunch with Sandra. And talking to her and listening to her makes me really appreciate what I have.” She slid off the desk and landed in his lap. “Are we likely to be interrupted?” she asked putting her arms around his neck.
“Not if I told Amy that we do not want to be disturbed.” He told her huskily, holding her hips against him.
“So tell her,” she whispered, bringing her head closer to his. “I really want to show you how much I appreciate you.”
*****
Peter could not work a
fter she had left. The impression of her petite body was still on his. He closed his eyes as he remembered how she had slipped off her panties and sat on him; taking in his erection and moving up and down his shaft; her eyes holding his; her mouth parted just a little bit as she panted from the effort. He had not even gone into the bathroom adjoining his office to freshen up because he wanted to savor the essence of her on him. She had come all over him as he shot his load inside her, both of them shuddering with the intensity of their combined passion. He had opened her dress and fed off her breasts with a hunger that was far from satisfied.
With a deep groan he realized that he would probably have to go into the bathroom after all. There was no way he could face anyone looking like he did. He was still aroused and his hair looked as if a stiff breeze had passed through it because his wife had seized it with fingers like steel as she was reaching her peak.
A glance at the clock on his desk showed that it was almost three and he had another meeting in the next half hour so he needed to clean up by then. But not just yet; with a sigh he rested his head back against his chair and visualize her on top of him and her mouth buried on his. She loved him and she had showed him just how much.
*****
“How about Italian?” Kimone linked her hands through her friend’s as they strolled inside the mall. They had finally met for lunch after a week during which she had been talking to Sandra every day. The girl was still undecided and Kimone was planning to introduce her to Dawn; she knew they would get along well together.
“Not really hungry,” Dawn said shaking her head. Kimone noticed that she had lost some weight and she looked drawn and sad.
“Well I am.” With a firmness in her voice she propelled the girl to one of the restaurants. “Big juicy burgers and I will not take no for an answer.”
She ate because Kimone made sure of it and for a minute she saw the old Dawn resurfacing.
“How have you been doing?” Kimone waited until she had almost finished eating. She was on her lunch break and she noticed that the girl had almost stopped wearing make-up; only a little colorless lip gloss on her lips.
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