When dinner was done Nathan helped clear the table. He rinsed dishes while I put the leftovers in containers and stuck them in the fridge. We had gotten ourselves into a rhythm where I didn’t even think about it when dinner was over. He helped me clear the table and then one of us washed while the other took care of the food. It was kind of cute when I thought about it, but I didn’t say anything, not wanting to upset the smooth rhythm we’d developed. When we were done, Nathan changed out of his work clothes, and we headed over to my house.
It was nice being there with him, we didn’t spend much time at my place. I didn’t mind, but sometimes it was nice to be home. He followed me upstairs to the bed, patting me on the ass and winking as he walked by. I could feel my cheeks getting hot, and I walked into the closet and pulled down my suitcase. I hadn’t packed for a trip in so long I didn’t even know where to start. I looked up the weather in India in April and was surprised to see that it was going to be hotter than hell, over a hundred degrees some places. Where we were going was a tad bit cooler but only because it was on the coast. I pulled down my summer clothes bins and started going through them.
“You should just wear that bikini the whole time,” he said glancing down at the red bikini in the box.
“Yeah, right,” I laughed. “I want to have a good time not get chased down with pitchforks and torches.”
“You are ridiculous,” he said walking over behind me. “You are absolutely gorgeous.”
I turned around and kissed him passionately, feeling his arms around my waist. When we pulled away, I kissed him on the nose and smiled. He looked at me dreamily, and I knew what was on his mind, but I needed to get packed.
“Calm down, sir,” I laughed, slapping him on the chest. “I have to pack.”
“Okay, okay,” he said, walking over to the bed and falling on it. “This is comfortable.”
“Yeah, my dad got it for me when I moved in,” I said.
I went through all of my clothes, asking Nathan his opinion, putting items back, switching pieces out, and for the first time in my life wishing, I didn’t have so many clothes. When I was finished, I went into the bathroom and loosely packed my toiletries, knowing that I would need them the next morning. I walked into the bedroom holding my hairspray bottle.
“Will they allow this on the plane?”
“We are taking the company jet,” he said nonchalantly. “You can bring whatever you like.”
“Oh, well la-de-da,” I laughed. “Taking the private jet to India for a small weekend away.”
I walked back in the bathroom and packed it, listening to him cracking up laughing at my sassiness. When I was done, I sighed, thankful that the hard part was over. I turned off the bathroom light and plopped down on the bed beside him, curling up with my head on his chest. I was so comfortable and didn’t want to move.
“Why don’t we stay here tonight?”
“Really?” I popped my head up in surprise.
“Yeah,” he chuckled slipping his shoes off onto the floor. “We’re already here. We will have time tomorrow to go back to my place so I can change and grab my bags. I’ve been on so many trips that I have three drawers of just clothes for trips. Makes packing easier.”
“You are so spoiled,” I laughed.
I reached over and clicked the lights off, grabbing the remote and turning on the television. Nathan sat up and took his shirt and pants off, and I did the same, getting comfortable under the covers. I laid my head back on his chest and watched the old black and white movie on the screen, feeling his chest rise and fall as he breathed. I could hear his heart beating in his chest, and it was almost like a lullaby comforting me even more than I already was. This man made me feel at home no matter where we were. I was nervous about visiting a new country, but knowing that Nathan was going to be there was all the comfort I needed.
We watched the movie and when it was over flipped on another one. I could tell he was distracted by other things on his mind, so I just laid there listening to his heart and feeling his hand stroking my back. I didn’t know where any of this was going, but for the first time in my life, I felt okay with not being in control of it. I knew that whether it turned out alright or not, I would have some beautiful memories and a bunch of once-in-a-lifetime adventures. With those thoughts trapped carefully in my mind, I yawned and let his breathing lull me into a deep, unhindered sleep.
Chapter Fifteen
Nathan
Falling asleep with Ruby on my chest was the best thing I could have imagined for last night. We both slept soundly in her bed, waking up to the chirping of birds outside the window. We gathered her things and headed back to my place, stopping and having breakfast at a coffee shop on the way. She was quiet but content, and I couldn’t help but think about how beautiful she was. I was getting ready to go on my first vacation in I don’t know how long, and I was getting to do it with this woman who was changing my life for the better.
When we had finished packing everything up, I got a call from Chris that if we wanted to leave early, the plane was free and ready to go. So, we went ahead and loaded our luggage into the limo and headed to the airport. It was a 19-hour flight from New York to Hyderabad so it would be late in the evening by the time we arrived there. I wanted to have time to take Ruby on a date, so I thought this change in itinerary worked out well.
When we boarded the plane, I could see how impressed Ruby was by the accommodations. It was obvious she had never been on a private jet before. Chris took a seat on the right, and Ruby and I sat comfortably in my usual area to the left. At the back of the plane was a bedroom we would sleep in later on and at the front was a bar in case anyone needed a drink.
“This is better than I even imagined,” she gawked. “I could live on the jet.”
“That would be an expensive house,” Chris chuckled. “It costs about five grand an hour to use one of these.”
“Wow,” she said turning to me. “A one-way trip to India costs $100,000?”
“Yeah,” I chuckled. “But it’s not so bad because we own it and when we aren’t using it, it is rented out to private parties. It kind of pays for itself in a way.”
“Oh,” she said. Suddenly she did not seem as enthusiastic about the plane.
After we took off and it was safe to unbuckle our seatbelts, the flight attendant made us some drinks, and we sat back, watching the clouds fly by the windows. We talked and laughed while Chris flirted with the flight attendant and kept to himself. Our dinner was served on silver platters, and we ate watching the sun sink below the horizon. When it was late enough, we retired to the bedroom, and I found that Ruby was out before I could even climb in the bed. It was cute, and I realized that she didn’t know alcohol affected you differently on a plane than it did on the ground. She slept through the night and late into the morning.
When she awoke, we had breakfast and then settled into watching movies, trying to pass the time. It was an extremely long flight, but it was worth it. When we landed, her eyes grew wider still, and we drove through the streets of Hyderabad. There were so many people, more than I had ever seen on New York’s streets. They walked along, road bikes, and zoomed around us in small cars. We were staying at the hotel Daspalla which was one of the most luxurious hotels in the city. The penthouse had been booked for Ruby and me, and a luxury suite for Chris. We checked in and made our way up, smiling kindly at the employees who were ten times friendlier than those in America.
The penthouse was decorated lavishly with beautiful rugs, draping tapestries, and gold accents everywhere. The bed was laden with luxurious fluffy comforters and about a dozen pillows. I wasn’t even sure where we would sleep. We put our things away, and both took quick showers, dressing for a night out in India. I wasn’t scheduled to see the facilities until the next morning, and I wanted to start our time there with a romantic evening out.
The car picked us up outside and drove us to the Zafraan Exotica, a restaurant in the Banjara Hills. The ambiance of the restaurant
was perfect with candlelit tables and low lighting. I requested a seat outside, and we enjoyed the sights and sounds of the Indian city while we dined. Ruby was so curious, looking around, asking questions of the waiter and taking everything in. When she had settled a bit, I looked over, reaching across the table and taking her hand.
“Thank you for coming with me,” I said smiling. “When I found out I was coming here I immediately thought of how I wanted to bring you with me.”
“I’m glad you did,” she said. “This is quite an adventure, and I wouldn’t want to do it with anyone but you.”
We sat talking about everything from where we were to where we would be going when we got back to New York. It was almost as if all the waiting to know where we stood with each other was finally over and I knew how I felt for Ruby. She was the most amazing woman I had ever met, and I knew that I was falling in love with her. Normally that would have scared me, but instead, it just made me want to keep her closer than I already did. There was nothing about what was between us that gave me even a moment’s hesitation, not even with Chris’s snide looks and head shakes. I never thought in a million years that I would feel like that about any woman, but Ruby wasn’t any woman. She had a spark to her that lit up the room wherever we went. She had a feisty nature and a kind soul, and her passion was catching.
When we had finished eating, we took a drive around the city, watching out the windows at the thousands of people crowding the streets. We saw the rich, the poor, and everyone in between. We saw vendors, vagrants, and everyday people walking home after what looked like a long day’s work. I wondered what kind of impact I would have on these people by moving my company out there, or at least my company’s jobs.
When we got back to the hotel, it was very late, and the concierge sent up a bottle of champagne. Ruby excused herself to the bathroom to change and wash her face, and I grabbed a pair of pajama pants and changed my clothes in the bedroom. When she came out, she was wearing a silk nightgown that fell right in the middle of her thighs. Her hair was loose and wild and fell gently over her shoulders and down her back. She looked more beautiful than I had ever seen her look before. I popped the bottle of champagne and poured us a couple of glasses, throwing the nine thousand pillows off the bed and sitting down.
“To a beautiful time in a beautiful place,” she said holding up her glass.
“With a beautiful woman,” I added clinking mine against hers.
Her cheeks blushed as she sipped her bubbly her eyes still fixated on mine. I reached over and took her glass from her, setting it on the nightstand. She sat perfectly still as I moved back toward her, running my hand across the soft fabric of her nightgown, across her belly, and wrapping it around her waist. I pulled her close to me, cupping her face in my hand. I stared deeply into her eyes, showing her how much I cared, how much I wanted her and pressed my lips firmly against hers. It was almost like a kiss in one of the black and white movies we watched, and she melted into my body. We kissed passionately for a long while, my hands moving through her hair. She ran her hands up my thighs and stopped at the top, her fingers just inches from my already raging hard cock.
I turned toward her and carefully laid her down on her back, moving down between her legs. I pushed her satin nightgown up over her hips and ran my fingertips over the soft fabric of her panties. She moaned softly feeling my touch so close to her wet mound. I pushed her panties to the side and ran my fingers through her folds, pushing them apart and leaning down to run my tongue through her juices. She tasted sweet, and I could feel her gasp as my tongue touched her skin and moved up around her clit. I watched her back arch and her arms move to the sides, grasping onto the sheets. I picked my head up and pulled her panties off of her, tossing them on the floor. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and dove back down, determined to bring her more pleasure than she ever felt before.
Chapter Sixteen
Ruby
My legs shook slightly as Nathan’s tongue swirled through my juices, igniting a fire in my belly. He held tightly to my thighs as he swished his mouth around, sucking and nibbling on my clit. It was erotic but sensual at the same time, and I felt like he was taking his time, showing me everything he had in him. I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair, my muscles tightening and releasing with every swipe of his tongue. As his lips moved through my wetness, I screamed out, not sure how much longer I could hold onto the building passion in my belly. Slowly he ran his hands up the back of my thighs and swept inward, pressing two fingers against my pussy and pushing in. I gasped feeling his warm fingers sliding inside of me, twisting and turning as he pushed deep and then back out again.
He groaned against me sending vibrations through my lips and around my clit. I moaned out grasping at the sheets and trying to find anything to help me hold back my release. He began to move his fingers in and out of me faster and faster, his tongue swirling wildly across my nub. Suddenly I could feel the explosion inside of me and I arched my back, throwing my head backward and screaming out as the orgasm filled my senses. It was as if I could no longer see what was real and what wasn’t and I held my breath as the waves of pleasure washed over me. My body twitched in Nathan’s hands, and I let out a deep breath, relaxing back into the pillow. He sat up, wiping his mouth on his arm and pulling his pajama pants off.
I wanted more and sat up, rolling toward him and crawling across the blankets. I put one hand on his chest and pushed him backward pulling his boxers to his knees. He leaned back on both hands and closed his eyes as I dove forward, taking his shaft and running my tongue up one side and down the other. I could hear a small growl escape his throat as my hand grasped the base of his cock and my lips moved over the top. I pushed my head forward, taking his dick deep into my throat and lingering there for a moment, sucking hard at the back of my tongue. He reached his hand up and through my hair, pulling me up and then pushing me back down. He groaned wildly, his eyes shut and his muscles tensing each time my head dipped down low.
I reached my hand forward and cupped his balls, dragging my tongue up his shaft as I sucked hard and long. His hand gripped tighter in my hair and I opened my throat, moving faster and faster up and down his erection. He growled, pulling my head up and holding it at the tip, his cock red and pulsing in my mouth. He shook his head and took in a deep breath, opening his eyes and looking down at me.
“Fuck,” he said breathlessly. “Not yet, I’m not ready to come yet.”
I smiled and tried to push my head down again, but he chuckled and pulled my face up and leaned forward, kissing my lips. He reached under my arms and lifted me upward and onto my back. He pulled my nightgown from my body and tossed it to the side. With a fluid motion, he scooped his body down over mine, spreading my legs apart. I wrapped them around him and reached down, grabbing his cock and guiding it into my pussy. He groaned and stopped, leaning over to his wallet on the nightstand and pulling out a condom. He ripped the top off and pulled it out, quickly pushing down over his cock and then dipping his hips back down low, so he entered me with force. I gasped and moaned, feeling him fill me completely, my body shuddering from the feeling of him inside of me.
He reached his hands up and pulled my arms over my head, clutching them with one hand and holding himself up with the other. He ground his body into me, pushing slow and deep inside of me. In and out he moved, his body flexing as he sunk deeper and hit my sweet spot. I closed my eyes and grasped onto his hand, feeling his body rub over mine, my clit being massaged with every dip of his hips. I could feel how hard his dick was, and I knew it wouldn’t be long until he exploded. I tilted my hips upward and began to grind against him every time he lowered himself onto me. The heat was once again pooling in my belly, and I wanted to feel my pussy contract tightly around his shaft.
As I moved my hips harder against him, he began to thrust faster, leaning his head down and pressing his forehead to mine. I screamed out, feeling his body get tenser by the second, wanting to feel every inch of him. I put my fe
et down on the bed and pushed my hips into the air, rubbing my clit against him each time he slammed into me. As his hips rolled against my nub and a groan slipped from his lips, I arched my back, the explosion of pleasure pulsing through me. I grabbed tightly onto his hand, digging my nails into his skin as my pussy shook around his hard cock. He groaned, holding on as the feeling of pure delight moved through every muscle in my body.
As my hips sunk back down in the bed, he let go of my hands and reached underneath me, pushing in deep and hard and closing his eyes. I could see the muscles in his face contract as he clenched his teeth and growled. His body shook, and I could feel his cock pulsating as it released his hot sticky seed. He kept a slight motion forward with his hips until his body began to collapse, and the air left his lungs. He hung his head low and then scooted back, pulling out and falling to his side. Immediately, before even trying to calm his breath, Nathan wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him, kissing me cheek and relaxing into the bed.
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