“Go home,” I say.
She nods and gets up. No arguing. No questions. She just gets up and starts walking away from me. “Okay.”
“Uh, don’t you want to know why I said that?” I ask as I get up and go to her. She shakes her head and I stop her retreat as I take her by the shoulders and turn her around. “I want you to go home and get cleaned up and put on something nice. I want to spend the day with you. I want to take you somewhere nice for breakfast. We’ll do a bit of shopping then eat somewhere nice for lunch. Maybe take in a movie and go somewhere spectacular for dinner. I want to take you on a very long date. What do you say?”
“I’d like to say you will need to watch how you ask me out. I was sure you were done with me. Emotional whiplash is not a thing I like to have.”
“Is that a yes?” I ask, as I’m still unsure about her.
She nods and hugs me. “You and I either have a long road ahead of us or a very short one, Cyprian.”
“I hope it’s a long one,” I say. “Don’t you?”
She lets me go and shakes her head as she walks to the bedroom door. “I hope it’s a long road that doesn’t end in a dead end.” With that, she’s gone, leaving me with myself and wondering if this is worth it.
The woman’s mind is set. It’s love then sex. And if I never find the love for her, she demands, then I will never get a taste of her, and I will most likely never stop thinking about her.
I wonder if one can make themselves fall in love…
Chapter 4
CAMILLA
“Did you ever watch a love story movie, Cyprian?” I ask him as he holds my hand and we stroll along the sidewalk that goes through a picturesque park in the middle of town.
He’s been acting like a boyfriend. It has me thinking, he’s trying to project the image of what I want. But I want more than a mere projection from him.
“No, why do you ask that?” he asks me as he pulls our clasped hands up and kisses mine then lets my hand go and runs his arm around me, kissing the side of my head.
“You’ve been acting different today. At breakfast, you cut up my ham when I had trouble doing it. At lunch, you kept feeding me your french-fries. And here we are, taking a walk in the park on our way to see a play put on by the local theater club. It’s very romantic, and you are anything but a romantic.”
“I thought this is what you wanted,” he says as he stops and looks at me. “I’m doing what you wanted. Are you saying that, even if I become the man you expect, you will still find fault with me?”
“No!” I shake my head and find myself confused. “Cyprian, I want you to be you. I’m not trying to change you.”
“But you are.” He pulls me along again to continue on our way to the small, open-air theater on the other side of the park. “You’re lying to yourself if you really think that. You don’t want me as I am. You want me the way you want me. A perfect gentleman who is in complete love with his girl.”
Suddenly, I see him for who he must really be. A man who does what’s expected of him. And that breaks my heart. “Cyprian, please be who it is you want to be. I will either like you or I won’t but don’t be a fake person with me. Please.”
“I’m not being fake. I’ve never done the things we’re doing. I feel light-hearted and free. I feel healthy and to be honest, I feel I have you to owe that to and it makes me think you are a very special person and I enjoy just being with you, doing anything at all or even nothing. So, sue me if you think I’m faking it. I’m not.”
“You do seem light-hearted. And you do seem happy.” I look at him from the corner of my eye and see the smile that’s been on his face most all day long.
As we arrive at the theater, I see by the sign, it’s Romeo and Juliet. “Have you ever seen this one?” he asks me.
“I’ve never been to a play at all. I have read the book and seen the old movie. Have you seen it before?”
He shakes his head as he heads close to the front and finds us a nice hill to sit on. He tosses the blanket he brought for us on the ground and sits down then pulls me to sit in front of him, between his legs. “Lie back on me, so you’ll be comfortable. And, no, I also have never seen a play. We had a home theater like I have at my place. That’s where I saw any movies I wanted to. Which weren’t many, as I spent the majority of my time studying, once I got home from school. Weekends were full. Once I went to work, free time only came on the weekends and you know how I’ve spent them.”
“So, this is new to us both. That’s nice,” I say as I lean back on him.
More and more couples come and spread blankets and get ready to watch the play. It’s a very couple’s kind of thing to do and I find it fascinating Cyprian could think this up on such short notice. Being he’s never been a romantic kind of man.
His fingertips stroke my neck as he leans his head on my opposite shoulder. “You look so pretty today, Cami. I love the blue ribbon you have holding your hair back. And your soft, pink sundress is pretty too.”
I smile as he seems to be trying so hard to say all the right things. “Thank you. You look handsome in your black slacks and pale green button up, yourself.”
His lips press against my neck, where I used makeup to cover the marks he left there this morning. “You have yet to allow me to kiss your sweet lips, Cami.” He nudges my head to look at some of the other couples who are exchanging kisses.
“What the hell,” I say and twist a bit, so we can look at each other. I run my arm around his neck. “You’ve been a very good boyfriend today. I think you deserve a kiss.”
His eyes sparkle as I push back a lock of his light brown hair. His lips part then he licks them and looks at mine. “It’s because we’re in public and it can go no farther than a kiss, isn’t it?”
I nod and he smiles. “Of course, Cyprian.”
“I’m going to make you wish we were alone, Camilla.” His hand cradles my head as he holds me still for him. His face moves so slowly I have to fight myself not to move mine to meet him.
His lips, barely touch mine as he hovers. His breath is warm on my lips that are aching for him to press his to them. One tiny peck, he gives me, then three more in slow succession.
My heart is racing and my body is aching as he toys with me. Small pecks leave me wanting more and then his mouth is full on mine. His tongue moves past my lips and into my mouth, stroking my tongue in a way I’ve never felt before.
His fingers grip the back of my head as he tastes me, but only for a moment. Then his mouth is gone and I am left, panting. He says not a word, as he gazes into my eyes. “Did you feel that, Camilla?”
I blink and nod. “I felt something I’ve never felt before.”
The actors come on stage and everyone begins clapping. Cyprian turns me around and leans me back against him, wrapping me in his strong arms, leaving me nearly breathless with that one kiss and my mind moving in fast circles about what that was.
I’ve told myself, time and time again, not to fall for him as quickly as I’ve done with the others who’ve come before him. I have to guard myself against this man. He may seem to be acting like he’s all about me but he isn’t really this guy. He is a man who’s never learned how to develop real feelings for others. And he is dangerous because of that.
But how am I to hold back now that I know what his kiss is like…
Chapter 5
CYPRIAN
Dancing with Camilla in the cool night air, on an outdoor dance floor, I hold her in my arms, enjoying how her scent mixes with the breeze, sending me to a place I’ve never been. She is so easy to be with.
I’ve never argued with a person, other than at work. Honestly, I thought if a woman ever wanted to argue with me, I’d simply walk away from her. But I can’t seem to walk away from this one. And I don’t see myself ever wanting to.
She’s made me feel things I’ve never felt before. And when we kissed, it was unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Fireworks went off inside my head. My body tingled all over. It was
mind blowing!
We came to this place for dinner and dancing, a thing I always thought sounded lame as hell. But it’s anything but lame. With her, anyway. She and I went shopping and I found myself buying us matching outfit after matching outfit.
She asked me if I’d watched a movie about love and I didn’t lie when I told her, no. The truth is, I got a couple of books, okay ten of them, and read them between the time I saw her at the store and she came to my house last night.
Ashton had reminded me about how smart I am and I downloaded e-book after e-book to help me understand what love is and what people in love do. So, I did use that help but I don’t see that as a bad thing.
She might, though. So, I’ll keep that tidbit of information to myself. That was a thing one of the authors said to do. Women and men think differently, hence all the arguing that comes along with any healthy relationship.
I found out that in any relationship where no arguing occurs, it’s a shallow thing that’s not healthy. My parents and I have shallow relationships. It’s hard to tell myself that, as their child, who should be able to have at least deep relationships with his parents.
The part I didn’t like about some of the information was that a person forms their core personality and beliefs in the first six years of their life. If that’s true, then I’m in for a tough time of it, as from what I can recall, it was a time with relatively no emotions. And that might make it hard when it comes to finding love with Cami.
And I want to, so very badly. Now that I’ve read about how fulfilling love can be, I want to feel that too. But it did say you can’t find it with just anyone. You need to have chemistry, connection, and common beliefs.
She and I have the first two but not the last one. But I am a work in progress. I may never look at sex the same way she does but I don’t have to. I also don’t have to talk to her anymore about that. I can simply agree with her and keep things easy between us in that department. That seems to be the one she’s most concerned about.
The song ends and she pulls her head off my shoulder and looks at me. “That was nice, Cyprian. Thank you for the dance.”
I take her hand, leading her back to our table and pull the chair out for her. The night is nearly over, as it’s closing time, I see as the lights come up.
She smiles at me. “Time to go, Cyprian. I had a very nice time with you today.”
I take her hand, helping her back up, then lead her to the car. I drove us today, so we could be alone and she’d feel more normal than being chauffeured around.
“I’m glad you had a nice time. I did too. I really did. It was surprising.” I open the door and help her into the car and find her smiling.
She’s smiled a lot today and so have I. Just being around her makes me feel happy.
I want to take her home more than I’ve ever wanted anything but I think that might make things take longer than I want them to. As I slide in behind the steering wheel of my BMW, I look at her. “What would you like to do tomorrow?”
“Another date?” she asks, looking surprised. “Do you think you can top this one?”
“I can try,” I say as I start the car and head out.
“How about I let you decide? You did a pretty great job today. I’ll do anything you want to.”
“I’ll think about it then.” I drive toward the outskirts of town and take hold of her hand, holding it between us.
It’s so hard not to ask her to come home with me. It’s so foreign to me to go without sex for this long. I feel pent up and more than a bit frustrated.
I haven’t told anyone a thing about her. My driver is the only one who knows about me and her, and no one else does. I’m a private person, anyway. And we are not a for sure thing either.
The gate to my place comes up and I keep going. She looks at me with a smile. “Not even going to make an attempt at it, Cyprian?”
“No, ma’am. I am determined to treat you like a proper young lady. I want you to know I hear what you say. I respect what you say. And I am striving to treat you the way you want to be treated.”
She smiles as I pull into her small driveway. “I’m glad to have you understanding me.”
Parking the car, I jump out and open her door and walk her to her front door. I’m not going to ask if I can come in, as that’s improper. According to one of the books I read. “What time can I pick you up tomorrow?”
“I suppose it depends on what you want to do.” She bats her eyelashes at me.
“I want to spend the whole day with you again. Is that okay?” I ask her as I move her between me and the door.
“Okay, if you want to. How about eleven? We can go to brunch. I love brunch.” She runs her hand through my hair.
“I’ll make plans for that then. And now, may I have a goodnight kiss?”
She nods as her arms go around my neck. I move in, slowly, watching her eyes dart back and forth and her lips begin to tremble. Her heart is going crazy as my lips touch hers.
Holding me tight, her mouth succumbs to mine. I dominate her as I take her with a hard kiss, demanding she kiss me back. Our bodies are flush as I press her against the door. Her body heats with the kiss and I can tell she’s on fire for me.
My body is on fire for her too and I can barely control myself. But I find the strength to end the kiss. I have to leave her wanting more or she’ll never give into me.
Her hands move down my chest. “Cyprian, I hope you’re not disappointed.”
“How could I be?” I ask her then lift her chin. “I don’t think you could ever disappoint me, Cami.” I leave a soft kiss on her plump lips. “Goodnight. I’ll be here at eleven tomorrow.”
“Goodnight, thank you for the wonderful day.” Then she unlocks the door and slips inside.
As I make my way to the car, I feel tortured. I want her so bad, I can taste it. I lick my lips and taste her there. I want to taste every last inch of her and this waiting is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.
Driving back to my place, I feel the swell in my pants and it’s uncomfortable as hell. I suppose a cool shower will ease this discomfort from being celibate longer than I have in twenty years. Plus, wanting that woman more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.
My cock is chastising my brain for picking a woman with such strong morals.
It wants to feel a woman and it wants it now!
I pull through the gate and pull up to the house to find a long black car in the drive. Once, I park and get out, I see the back door of the car open and two women get out of it. Both are giggling and one has a bottle of champagne in one hand. The one with dark hair holds her arms open. “Your father sent us to you, Cyprian. I am Lola and this is Becca. We belong to you for the rest of the night.”
Becca has long blonde hair and six-inch heels and a tight, red, short dress that barely hides her ample breasts. Lola is wearing a skirt so short it’s almost not there and my cock is twitching to get to them.
“I can’t!” I shout as I take steps back.
“What?” Lola asks as they come toward me, anyway. “Come on. Your father told us you’ve been without female company for over a week. What’s wrong with you?”
“I’m seeing someone. I can’t do this with you guys. Thanks, but tell my father, I don’t need his help in finding women.” I have to move to the other side of the car as they’re still coming at me.
Becca takes over the pursuit. “Cyprian, we’ve been told about you by some of the other women at your father’s party. Please allow us to experience you. We’ve already been paid, after all. And I have a few tricks you may have never seen before.”
“What kind of tricks?” I ask without meaning to.
She wiggles her finger in a come-hither fashion. “I can make miracles happen with just this little finger.”
“Like what?” I ask and I swear it’s my cock talking because my brain is telling me I can’t find that out, anyway.
Before I realize it, they’re on either side of me and moving me toward the f
ront door of my home. Cherry red lips are on mine as the door opens and we three spill inside.
My cock is throbbing to be set free as Lola puts her hand on it and undoes my pants with the other. She sets it free as Becca kisses me. We move backward until my back hits the wall and I feel the cool air as Lola pulls my pants and underwear down to my ankles then her wet mouth is on my throbbing cock and I am lost to them.
The animal in me takes over as the women fondle my entire body. Becca takes my hand and helps me to pull her tit out of the top of her dress. I squeeze it as Lola sucks me off.
My entire body is shaking with the release that’s already beginning. It’s been too long. I have no control over it. And just like that, I spurt into Lola’s mouth and she moans as she drinks it all down.
You’d think I’d be spent, but I am anything but that. I move us to the next room. “All fours, Becca,” I command as Lola rids me of my shirt. She looks over and sees the remote for the gas-lit fireplace and turns it on to light up the room a bit.
“I want to see this,” she purrs as I push Becca’s short red dress up and rip her lacy panties off. I’m in such a frenzy, I almost forget a very important thing.
“Fuck! Do either of you have any condoms?”
Lola pulls one out of her black bra and slides it on for me. My body is trembling as she does and I look at Becca’s ass, riding up in the air, waiting for me.
With the condom on, I pull Lola up and kiss her hard. “Go upstairs, the first door to the left is my bedroom. In the drawer, next to my bed is a box of condoms bring them down. You’re next!”
She giggles and runs off to fetch the things that will make this frustration leave my body. I turn back to the waiting Becca and run my hands over her pristine ass. Then plunge my cock into her and relish how it feels to be inside of a woman again.
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