by Kim J. West
“You look gorgeous, baby,” I said, giving her another kiss. I had to resist hard the temptation to sweep her into my arms and make love to her right there and then.
“So do you,” she replied, pulling back a little, looking at me up and town. “Did you have a safe trip?”
“Yes I did. It smells heavenly in here," I said, walking towards the kitchen taking her with me. "Did you decide to cook?"
"Yeah I did.”
"Oh baby, you are full of surprises,” I said pulling her to me and kissing her again. "Thank you; I’ve never cooked in this kitchen before." I’d dated a lot of women but I’d never had a woman cook for me, ever. Lots of dining out or in, but a home cooked meal was something I’d last experience with Ashley and even then, the chef arranged everything since she couldn’t cook. This was indeed a treat.
She kissed me back and squeezed my butt.
"Thank me when you have eaten."
I was truly hungry as I went off to wash up. When I came back, Lena had laid out a delicious rosemary and lemon roast chicken that was seasoned beautifully. She’d served it with herbed potato wedges and a delicious fennel salad. The dining room had been intimately set for two and she’d arranged everything professionally, setting the mood with lighted candles and muted lighting. Lena sure knew the way to a man’s heart.
I ate the food she’d prepared and finally surrendered after the third helping.
"Lena, that was unbelievably delicious,” I complimented her, leaning forward for a kiss. “You are the total package; thank-you.”
She smiled graciously, then stood up and began clearing dishes away from the dining room. I followed her to the kitchen with the last remaining dishes but I didn’t want her to waste time cleaning up; I wanted to talk to her.
"Just leave it, the housekeeper will take care of it in the morning," I said taking her away from all that drudgery.
I took our half-finished bottle of wine and together with our glasses, headed towards the living room. We both removed our footwear and settled on the couch. I remembered I’d bought her a box of DeLafée Swiss chocolate truffles.
As I handed her the elaborately gilded box, I could tell she was anxious about the gift, but she took it well and opened it, her eyes sparkling. She came to give me a hug.
“Thank you, Jonathan,” she said, giving me a sweet kiss.
I poured us each half a glass of wine, then sat down on the couch beside her. I lifted her legs onto my lap, doing my best to resist running my hands up her dress, as she nibbled one of the chocolate truffles. Being together felt perfect; I hadn’t been this excited about the prospect of a real relationship before. But I knew that Lena was no walk over; she was a challenge. I had to take it easy; it wasn’t my nature to ever take my time securing anything I wanted, but with her, I knew I had to change my approach.
"Were you thinking about me, baby?" I asked, looking at her intently.
"Yes."
"Come here."
She removed her legs and came to sit in my lap. I knew she could feel the hard-on I’d had for most of the evening from the minute I laid eyes on her. I stroked my finger tips gently up and down her arms while I sipped my wine. I was nervous about asking her if she would have me as more than just a secret lover, but as her man. I’d already anticipated that she’d put up a fight. After I’d placed my glass on the table I leaned back to focus entirely on her.
"Lena, you know I want you,” I began. She rolled her eyes and smiled; she thought I was referring to sex.
“No, you are not listening to me,” I clarified, looking at her carefully to watch for her reaction. “I want you as my official girlfriend and I want our relationship to be public.”
She looked anxious for a moment and turned her head away. Shit, that wasn’t a good reaction. I turned her head to face me again.
"I know you have misgivings about how this relationship will work and what people will think. But I want us to try; I have ... feelings for you." I said the last sentence nervously. I was in love with her, but I didn’t know for sure what she felt for me. I knew she must at least like me since she was here. Why wasn’t she saying anything?
"I’ve just told you I want our relationship to be official. Say something," I pleaded, holding her hand. Ever the analyst, I could see her building a list of obstacles in her mind and I braced myself for it.
"Jonathan, I have feelings for you too,” she began. “I'm just thinking about how the kind of relationship you want will affect a lot of things..."
"...like what?" I said interrupting her, ready to demolish every one of her arguments.
"Your family, for example; I doubt that they’d be willing to see you dating someone like me."
“Because you’re an employee?” I tried, knowing full well she was probably referring to our racial differences.
“That, and because I’m black.”
My parents were anti anyone who was outside of our circles and had said so quite frequently all my life. When they thought I was engaged to Isabella who was from the Czech Republic, my mother had nearly lost it. I wasn’t going to let Lena make this an issue against a relationship with me.
"Everyone can piss off," I snapped, looking at her right in the eye and releasing her hand.
"This is my life and your life. If we like our relationship, then everyone has to deal with it or else they know what to do."
“Which is?”
“To go fuck themselves,” I snapped. Didn’t she get it? I couldn’t care less what anybody thought; we were grown adults and past the age of people pleasing.
"And what about your family? How will they feel?" I asked taking her hand again. If her parents didn’t like me, it wouldn’t stop me in the least.
"If this was California, they’d be less worried. Because it's Georgia, I think they’d worry more about how I'm being treated by both your people and other black people who might be upset by it. But they’d be pretty open-minded, I think."
“Atlanta doesn’t have prejudice, Lena. It’s only when we go outside of the metro area that we might encounter any issues.”
She gave me a ‘don’t be stupid’ glare.
“Seriously, Jonathan? Have you forgotten about our night at the movies?”
Of course I hadn’t forgotten about the night I fucked up those thugs who’d insulted her; but I was sure it wasn’t a daily occurrence.
“That was an isolated incident.”
"What about my co-workers? And company policies?"
I snorted. "It's not an issue for me, Lena. What's the point of being the boss if you can't do what you like?" I said, dismissively. Company policies didn’t apply to me.
She persisted.
"Jonathan, people at the office may be hostile towards me over perceived favor I'm getting and some of your old Southern clientele probably won’t like it either. You might need to consider that. I’d prefer if we kept it out of the office until I get another job."
“What?” I said, shifting her out of my lap and looking at her as though she were insane. Now she wanted to resign altogether?
“You can’t resign, you are an asset to the company; your figures are amongst the best we have for a newbie.” She was smart and I wanted to keep working with her.
“But a relationship with the boss is going to come across very badly in the office and the scandal may affect those figures.”
"Well, you care more than I do. I've thought through all that and frankly, I don't have to deal with people who will get upset that you are my woman."
"Jonathan, I really feel I need to leave the company if this is going to work. I would rather not have the reputation as the girl who rose up on her back."
I sat forward, leaning my elbows on my thighs. I’d known she’d have an issue with working at Strauss Carter while dating me.
"I really don't want you to leave. I've been wrestling with this; the company needs your talent. Perhaps we could transfer you to the other division in Midtown where you won't report to me directly, b
ut you and your talent will remain within our group of companies. What do you think?"
She thought for a moment.
"Well, send me the details; I'd have to think about it." She replied and I nodded, wondering what next she’s going to have a problem with.
"What about the tabloids? I can't appear with you in public until we sort out my career."
In the past she’d shied away from being seen in public with me, but if she was going to be my girl, there was nothing I could do about that.
"If that's what you want, but I really don't give a shit what they write; ninety-nine percent is lies anyway."
"Did you sort out the issue with the photographer?"
Another thing? This was harder than I’d anticipated.
"It's under control. It’s sorted.”
“What did you do?”
“We finished with him and now he has fucked off to wherever scum like that goes."
I definitely didn’t want to tell her about how we’d dealt with Weiner by giving him the money them getting him mugged within the same hour. He’d tried to fuck up our lives and I had fucked up his; too humanely in my opinion. And now he was a deciding factor in my relationship? Fuck that.
Leaving Lena behind, I stood up, opened the sliding doors to the balcony and went outside, leaning over the rail. As I breathed in the evening air, I thought about all the obstacles she’d presented. They all involved other people and their opinions. Why couldn’t she just see past all that? Let the knives fall where they may; we will deal with all that shit as and when it happens. And if she thought presenting me with a list of problems was enough to change what I felt for her, then she was in for a wild night. I wanted her and would dispense with anything that stood in our way.
I heard her come up behind me and she put her arms around me from the back.
“Jonathan, are you okay?” she asked, quietly.
“I will be,” I said, pulling her hands tighter around me.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Why we have to change our lives for other people. Why we should even consider them. This has never been an issue I’ve had to deal with before, wondering how anyone would be affected by my choices. It pisses me off just thinking about it.”
“I understand,” she said, kissing my back.
“I really don’t give a fuck, but you do; so I guess I have to go at your pace.”
“Thank you, baby,” she answered, her voice muffled in my shirt.
I turned around and held her close to me. She looked up at me with those soulful brown eyes of hers; she made me weak in the knees whenever she looked at me like that. I was done with all this nonsense for now. I wanted nothing more that to make love to my girl and bond with her after all this time away.
“Lena, I don’t want to talk about all this anymore tonight. I’ve missed you for over a week. I just want to go to bed with you right now. Finding you here when I got home is the most amazing feeling I’ve ever had. Do you know how much you mean to me, baby?”
She looked up at me, and gave me a gentle kiss.
“Let me take good care of you, baby,” she whispered.
Chapter Thirty-Three
She walked back inside and I followed her, just in time to see her dress sliding down her body and pooling at her feet. She was wearing daring, white, lacy lingerie with cutouts in strategic areas. Almost immediately, I was fully and painfully aroused as I looked at her body up and down, wondering what I’d done to deserve this woman. I shut the sliding doors to the balcony and followed her as she headed upstairs, her hips taunting me with each step.
When she’d gone up halfway, she removed her bra and threw it over the railing and continued up, glancing back at me with a smile. I ran up the stairs after her, discarding my shirt on the way, catching her just as she reached the top stair. She squealed and giggled as I picked her up around her thighs and threw her over my right shoulder, grabbing her ass with my free hand while I headed to my master suite.
When I got to the bedroom I set her down, sliding her slowly down my body. I held her close to me, enjoying the feel of her nipples against my chest as I kissed her passionately and trailed my tongue down her neck to her shoulder. I’d been thinking of her all week in Switzerland, thinking of all the naughty things I’d do to make her come.
I removed my jeans and sat down on the edge of the bed kissing her belly while she stood in front of me running her fingers through my hair. Carefully, I pulled off her lacy panties while trailing kisses down each of her thighs, working my way to that prized spot between them.
“I have missed this, Lena,” I whispered as I speared my tongue between the lips of her sex while she groaned and threw her head back. I spread her lips with my thumb and forefinger to look at her delicious clit then focused my attention on it, lapping around it and lifting it gently with my tongue. My lips and chin were slick with moisture from her arousal and I knew she was close as she cried out with each lick, her hands pulling at the roots of my hair tightly.
“That’s how I like it, baby. Yes,” she hissed through her teeth.
On my tongue I felt her clit swelling with arousal and knew she was seconds away from coming. I maintained constant pressure and suction as she came apart with my mouth on her, barely able to remain standing. I turned her around to face away from me so I could kiss her ass while stroking it in circles.
Without warning, she bent over suggestively, swaying her ass in front of me, giving me a perfect back view of her pretty little cunt. With immediate urgency, I put my arm around her waist and pulled her down onto my rigid cock, thrusting up powerfully from my seated position, bracing myself with one arm. I hissed through clenched teeth at the tight sensation enveloping my dick while she screamed in surprise throwing her head back.
"I can't believe this delicious ass is mine," I growled as I fucked her hard, hardly able to stand the pleasure of being inside her.
She pushed me to lie back on the bed and began to slide herself up and down on my cock, while I put my hands behind my head and watched her move fluidly.
“Is this how you want it?” she gasped, moving in delicious circles on my cock. Fuck; she wanted to please me.
"Yes baby, that's it. Move just like that," I commanded, watching her enjoying the ride. The sensation was incredible as her walls tightened and pulled my length with each stroke.
She slowed down to touch our connection, feeling the slickness of my dick sliding into her pussy. I had to have her moving faster to relieve the blissful torture.
"Come on fuck, baby," I encouraged, slapping her butt. My unexpected assault spurred her on to move faster.
"Come on, fuck!" I commanded.
She braced herself, placing one leg firmly on the ground and one hand on the bed. She moved up and down so fast on my dick, her sex gripping me so tightly I couldn’t take it. I knew I was going to come hard for her.
“Come for me, daddy,” she panted.
I tried to say her name and beg her to stop all at the same time but what came out was incoherent and I came hard inside her growling, jerking and spurting into her sex endlessly. What the fuck… why does that make me come so hard when she calls me that?
As she kept moving right through my climax, I tried to grip her waist tightly, and begged her to stop. She continued slamming right through my grip until it weakened. I gave up and let go, beginning another orgasmic ascent, steeper than the other and came again hard; jerking up so much I bounced her up and down on my dick repeatedly.
My climax ripped hers out of her and she found her release, crying out with endless pleasure; the ripples of orgasm causing her body to jolt while I watched in awe how beautiful she was. She collapsed back onto my chest facing the ceiling while I struggled to catch my breath for several minutes.
When she tried to roll away I pulled her back and held her firmly in my arms; I didn’t want to lose the pleasure of her skin against mine. I’d come hard and felt drained from the force of my climax, but holding her to
me had me stirring again within minutes. I placed her on the bed then rolled on top of her my elbows on either side of her head. I deftly slid my hard dick into her sex again and began moving at a leisurely pace.
She met me thrust for thrust, circling her hips effortlessly, while stroking my back and ass. I was in love with her body and enjoyed her feminine softness while I made love to her. I was in love with her.
“Baby, I want to do this all night with you,” I whispered, swiveling my hips to stroke my cock deep inside her sex while looking into her eyes.
“Yes baby,” she replied. “I want that with you.”
We made love most of the night, licking, fucking, sucking and tasting each other, each of us unable to let the other go. I eventually succumbed to the effects of jet lag after my long flight, but Lena didn’t care. I woke up twice during the night to find her riding my cock, using my body for her pleasure with her eyes closed and touching herself while I watched helplessly.
By the early hours of the morning, after she’d ridden me hard once more; I could barely move or think. My eyes were mere slits as I watched her with renewed appreciation while she leaned against my chest smiling down at me.
"I think you are planning my death," I quipped hoarsely, lying there helplessly.
"Take the keys to my penthouse and my Porsche. They are yours," I added, pointing weakly in the general direction of my keys on the dresser. Lena just giggled at my joke, having no idea just how much power she had over me.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Saturday morning I woke up to find Lena snuggled against me. I watched as she stirred and stretched her limbs, minutes from waking up. Her lips had a cute pout making her look so vulnerable; like she needed someone to take care of her; someone like me. I couldn’t resist planting a gentle kiss on that pout and her eyes fluttered open. When she realized I’d kissed her, she tried to squirm away but I pulled her back to me and deepened the kiss.