The Blindman's Wife

by Nicole Peters

  “Would you like another one?”

  “I’m not sure if I should.”

  “Are you driving?”

  “No.”

  “Would you like another one?”

  It’s just one night Davina, she told herself. She nodded.

  “Excuse me, I’ll go and get it, it will be faster.”

  “Oaky,” she said admiring his backside as he walked to the bar. She ran a hand through her hair and drank some water. Her throat was beginning to get dry. She watched as he weaved through the crowd back to their seat with two drinks in his hands.

  “Here is your drink.”

  “Thank you.”

  “You were about to tell me about your family, but you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” he said.

  “There’s not much to tell. Since my break up my parents have been parading every eligible male they could find in front of me. My sister has taken it upon herself to find me a man. No one believes me when I tell them I’m fine.”

  “Where does the Ferrero Rocher fit into the matchmaking scheme?”

  She smiled, “to sweeten the deal, they’re my favourite chocolate.”

  “I thought I was the only one with meddling parents.”

  “I doubt yours are as bad as mine.”

  “Sure they are, I have women I’ve never met calling me because my mother thought we would be good together. My mother is already planning my wedding. She’s just waiting to see which of the many women she threw my way will luck out.”

  Davina chuckled, “at least she isn’t planning a baby shower.”

  “God I hope not,” he said wincing.

  “You don’t want children?” she asked curiously.

  “Of course, just not with the women my mother chooses.”

  “I guess we're tied then. I was thinking of making up a boyfriend to stop the matchmaking.”

  “You’re looking for one?” he asked with interest.

  “Gosh no, I was thinking of an invisible one, but since my sister moved in with me, she would know I was lying,” she didn't know why she was telling a complete stranger about her problems, was it because of the alcohol? The thought she might be tipsy made her giggle.

  “Something funny?”

  “Nope, carry on.”

  “I was saying what if you weren’t?” he asked.

  “What if I weren’t what?”

  “What if you and I pretend to be a couple? We could get our folks off our backs,” he suggested.

  She was speechless for a minute, “Why would you do that? You barely know me,” she said confused.

  “Mutual benefit. We could get to know each other. I know I would like to get to know you.”

  She watched him suspiciously. She leaned over the table looking at him. “It’s been a while since I dated, are you asking me out on a date?”

  He looked flustered at her question, “no maybe, that is if you want to,” he said clearing his throat.

  She sat back in her chair and contemplated his proposal. She looked on the dance floor for her sister but couldn’t find her in the crowd.

  “How about we get out of here, get something to eat, and discuss it further where it isn’t as noisy. Davina?"

  The sound of her name on his lips had her shuddering. What was she doing? was she honestly considering this? She was tired of all the matchmaking and who knows maybe it would lead to a real relationship with him. However, did she really want to live an elaborate lie that she could get caught up in. “Yes?”

  “What do you want?”

  “Yo-, I mean yes, let's get out of here."

  “Alright, let's go.”

  “Wait!”

  He looked at her inquiringly.

  “I just have a request,” she said uneasily.

  “Anything,” he said looking at her.

  “I need you to meet my sister.”

  He raised an eyebrow.

  She cleared her throat. “I’ve never done this before, going off with someone I just met, and I would feel better if my sister knew who I was with and where I’m going. You must think I’m strange.”

  “No, not at all you’re being cautious. If it makes you feel more at ease, I’ll meet your sister. I can even show her my driver’s license if you like.”

  She looked around trying to see if she could spot her sister in the sea of dancing bodies, but couldn't. “Thank you, would you mind if I take a picture of your license and text it to her? I can’t find her in the crowd to let he know what’s going on.”

  He pulled his license out of his wallet, “how about you give me her number, and I text her my license? Would that help?” he asked.

  She nodded and gave him her sister’s number then texted Cindy to let her know she was leaving. “Thank you, we can go now.”

  “You’re welcome,” he said amused.

  He stood and held out a hand for her. She stood self-consciously and pulled on the dress. She saw his eyes widen as he took in the dress. “It’s not something I normally wear.”

  “It looks great on you, but I have a feeling it’s not your style.”

  “Am I that transparent?” she asked as they exited the club. She pulled her jacket closer. The February night was a chilly one. She wondered what he thought was her style.

  Schoolmarm or librarian type? If he thought the same way as her sister, he would be on target.

  “Maybe,” was all he said smiling and still holding her hand.

  “There is a great Italian restaurant about five minutes walk from here, I hope that's okay?"

  "Yes, that's fine."

  "It's pretty cold out; we’ll take a cab to keep you warm.”

  “Thank you,” she was relieved when a cab stopped in front of them.

  ***

  They went to three restaurants and after the third one, which Davina recommended, was closed, she surprised him by suggesting they go back to his place. He knew he was lucky, but he never thought he‘d be this lucky to be in a cab going to his place with this beautiful woman. He thought he would be putting her in a cab sending her on her way home. When he had watched her fend off all those men, he had been amused. He had even started to predict what face or wave of the hand she would shoo them off with. He didn’t even think she would talk to him and had been pleasantly surprised when she didn’t send him on his merry way as the others. He looked into her golden brown eyes and felt a surge of electricity through his body. It had been a long time since he felt so alive. She was flawless. He’d thought she was pretty from his view at the bar, but up close, she was a natural beauty.

  She had an oval face with beautiful golden eyes that reminded him of warm honey. Her plump lips were highlighted by the pale pink lip-gloss she wore. He’d wondered what they tasted like and hoped he would find out before the night was over. Her nose was small and straight and her smooth skin was the colour of caramel that made him wanted to lick every inch of her to see if she tasted as sweet as the candy. He liked how her straight, black long hair curled at the ends. She was about five seven with a beautifully curved body. She seemed small as he towered above her at six three.

  He tightened his fingers throw her slender ones as the cab stopped in front of his condo. They got out, and he paid the driver. He felt her take a deep breath as they walked to the entrance of the building.

  “Davina, if you’re having second thoughts that’s okay. As I said before, we can go somewhere else,” he told her gently.

  “No, no second thoughts just a little nervous, this is new for me.”

  “That’s to be expected, but there is no need to rush into anything or feel pressured,” he said as they stepped into the elevator. He pressed the penthouse button and held her hand while they rode up to his apartment giving her enough space. When the bell dinged signaling their arrival to his apartment, she jumped.

  “Here we are, welcome to my home,” he said taking her coat.

  ***

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sp; Davina stepped into the room and looked around in awe. The room was

  beautifully furnished, but what caught her eyes was the view. She walked over to the window and looked down over the city. She’d never thought Toronto could be this breathtaking.

  “It’s beautiful,” she whispered looking at the lights on the CN Tower and the boats anchored in the harbor.

  “Yes, it is,” he said coming to stand beside her.

  She looked up and saw he was looking at her with such hunger, that her nipples tightened, and her breathing quickened. She had tried not to stare at him in the club, but now she looked at him taking in his dark, blonde hair and his blue eyes that held a hint of mischief. His nose was straight, and his pink lips looked soft and kissable. She wasn’t into facial hair, but the beard and sideburn made him seem sexier. He had a toned body and her fingers itch to run over his hard chest.

  She looked away from him; she was about to throw away the last number she had held for marriage. Her sister had thought her crazy when she said she only intended to sleep with three men her entire life. Davina figured that after losing her virginity in university, the next man she slept with would be her husband. The third was in case she got divorced. It took her a year and a half to sleep with Shawn in the three years they were together. She thought he would be the last, but was mistaken. Davina was never going to live this one down; with her sister's constant, 'I told you so'. She did not intend to use him as a donor, she was still happy with the two she had already picked.

  “Would you like something to drink or eat? I make a mean peanut butter and banana sandwich if you want something light, or I can make pancakes.” Connor asked.

  She almost gagged at the thought of the sandwich, it much have shown because he laughed.

  "It's not that bad, you should give it a try you may be pleasantly surprised."

  “I'll take your word for it. Water please, thank you.”

  He nodded and went to the kitchen. She followed closely behind. “You have a beautiful home.”

  “Thank you, it’s a little big for one guy, but the extra rooms come in useful when my family visits.”

  “Thank you, where are they now?” she asked taking the glass of water.

  “In New York, my father is from there and my mother from here. My two younger brothers and I have dual citizenship. My brothers prefer living in the states, but

  I’ve always loved it here and looked forward to visiting my grandparents in the summers. I went to grade school here for a few years then moved back to New York. After I finished college, I moved here permanently, how about you?”

  “Everyone is here. My dad mother is British but has live here since she was fourteen. She visits the old country each year.”

  “Does your dad have dual citizenship?”

  “No, but my sister and I do. We were toying with the idea of going to college there, but went here instead.” She looked cleared her throat, “Do you mind if I use your washroom?”

  “Of course not, let me show you where it is.” He took her to the ensuite in his room.

  “Thank you,” she said closing the door. She looked around the spacious room, and her eyes fell on the whirlpool tub that was big enough to hold at least three people. She went to the sink and washed her face. She took off her underwear and pushed them into her purse. She then took pieces of paper towel, wet them, and wiped between her breasts. She did the same between her legs wiping away the dampness that was forming. She wished she could take a shower but it would be forward of her asking him if she could use his.

  She came out of the bathroom and made her way back to the kitchen admiring the pictures on the wall. When she arrived, he was at the stove cooking what smelled like pancakes.

  "Would you like some fruit with your pancakes?" he asked turning his head slightly towards her.

  "Yes please, I'm starving actually," she replied as she sat at the kitchen table.

  Davina felt her cell phone vibrate and pulled it out to see who messaged her. It was a text from her sister that said. He’s hot! I knew you would have a good time :). She rolled her eyes as she put her phone back in her bag.

  "Everything ok?” Connor asked as he opened the fridge door and took out a plate of fruit and syrup.

  "Yes, just my sister," she replied eyeing the fruit.

  “Pancakes will be done in a few seconds if you don’t mind grabbing the plates.”

  “Sure just show me where you keep your china.”

  He pointed to a cupboard on the wall and she got two plates while he finished the last of the pancakes.

  “Everything looks great Connor, thank you,” Davina said looking at the food.

  “Don’t thank me yet until you try it,” he said pulling out the chair for her.

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, help yourself.”

  She took a bite of the pancakes and sighed in appreciation. She closed her eyes savouring as it melted on her tongue. She opened her eyes and found he was looking at her. She looked away embarrassed.

  “It’s delicious, thank you.”

  “I’m glad you like it.”

  “It’s been a while since I had pancakes.”

  “They're only the instant pancakes.”

  “They are still delicious.”

  They ate in silence enjoying each other's company while at the same time making discreet glances at each other.

  “It’s good to see a woman who isn’t afraid to eat,” Connor said half an hour later as he dried the last plate Davina had washed.

  “I love good food.”

  They stood in the kitchen and not knowing what came over her Davina reached up and kissed him. From the look of surprise on his face, she had a feeling that she may have been mistaken about how he felt.

  “I’m sorry, I thought you—”

  He cut her off with a kiss of his own. It started hot and urgent then slowed with him kissing the side of her mouth up her jaw line until he was sucking on her right

  earlobe.

  “Tell me what you want beautiful Davina,” he whispered in her ear.

  “You, I want you.”

  He lifted her up into his arms and carried her to his room then set her on the king size bed before coming to lie next to her. He held her hand and looked at her.

  "I'll be happy just holding you in my arms until dawn with all our clothes on. I meant what I said in the elevator, no pressure."

  "I know."

  He moved closer to her and kissed her again his lips devouring hers. She moaned as his hand caressed the length of her legs one at a time. When his hand touched her thigh, she shivered. His hand moved up under the dress until it found her secret garden. He broke their kiss and looked at her in surprise.

  “No underwear?” he asked in surprise.

  She blushed, “I took them off in the washroom before I came back to the kitchen.”

  He growled with desire and pushed up the dress over her hips looking at her half naked form. He got off the bed and went to the washroom when he came back; he was carrying two condoms. She watched him as he took his top off. He was about to take his pants off when she sat up and stop him with a hand.

  “Can I?” she asked, and with his nod she took her time loosening his belt. When she finally pulled his pants down his hips, she came face to face with his manhood. She swallowed. He was big, above average, how was she going to take all of him? Shawn hadn’t been that big. She backed away and closed her legs.

  “Are you okay?” he asked concerned.

  She looked at him and nodded her head, what was she supposed to say, that she was scared he was too big he may not fit inside of her?

  He looked at her then kicked his pants off. “You’re overdressed,” he said coming to her and pulling the zipper down her dress before he pulled it over her head. “Beautiful,” he said cupping her small breasts in his hands.

  “Thank you,” she was happy she had worn the black lace pu
sh up bra she bought a month ago.

  He pushed her back gently onto the bed before coming to join her. He lay beside her caressing every inch of her body before he took a dusty dark nipple into his warm mouth. She groaned at the touch of his mouth before running her hands through his hair pulling him closer. He moved to the other sucking and licking. Her body was trembling beneath him as he ran his hands over her hips before his right fingers found her moist core.

  “You’re so wet,” he mumbled on her breast as he sank one then another finger inside her moving back and forth coming close to her g-spot.

  She raised her hips as he moved his fingers. She was on the verge of an orgasm when he pulled his fingers out. She whimpered in protest and watched as he raised his head and took the two fingers and licked them.

  “Sweet like I thought you’ll be,” he said before kissing her stomach all the way down to her pubic bone.

  “W-what are you doing?” she stammered.

  He grinned at her, “tasting you of course,” he said parting her legs.

  “No, that’s not necessary you don’t have t—” she stopped abruptly as his mouth descended on her sensitive nub. She moaned in pleasure as he licked and sucked her clit. His tongue was like a magic wand as he pleasured her like no one had before. She raised her hips to him grabbing his head, “more, I want more,” she begged greedily as he complied with her request. He sank his fingers into her again and worked his magic as he fed upon her. He stroked her with his tongue and fingers, and before she knew it, she screamed as her very first orgasm hit her.

  Her body went limp under him, and she looked at him in awe. This stranger had given to her what no one else could, including herself, the elusive orgasm. She watched as he grabbed the condom and sheathed himself before pausing between her legs. She tried closing them, but he gently pried them apart. “Relax beautiful, I’m not going to hurt you.”

  She nodded and let her body relax. He smiled at her moving to kiss her lips as he sank inch by inch into her tight walls. She tensed for a few seconds before he deepened their kiss making her focus on him. She raised her hips to him, and he grabbed her butt before he thrust the remaining of his hardened flesh inside of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grabbed his toned butt cheeks, and squeezed them. He threw back his head and thrust faster and deeper within her and she matched his every thrust by pulling him closer with her legs.