by Kim J. West
The round globes of her ass were a sight to behold and my cock was fully sprung again when I saw her dark slit, moist and slick and ready for my cock. Just yesterday I didn’t know if she’d ever see me, and now today I had her on her hands and knees waiting for me to fuck her. That thought had a surprising effect on me; instead of relief, I felt anger and resentment flooding my thoughts. Why had she done this to us? This separation had been so unnecessary and painful. I could feel my fury rising at her sudden departure, without giving me a chance to explain. I knelt down behind her and aimed my cock along her slit.
“I'm not on the Pill."
"I'll pull out."
I quickly slid my cock into her and immediately began fucking her with barely restrained savagery. This was the only thing she was good for; fucking. In that moment, I only wanted to take pleasure from her and not give her any more in return; not after the cruel way she left me. I was unstoppable as I gripped her hips tightly and drove into her brutally, grunting primally. Something feral had gripped me; I was insatiable and wanted to possess her completely and irrevocably.
As I watched her ass shake with each hard stroke while she squealed with pleasure, I felt a delicious jolt of lust shoot out of me, my anger mingling with my undeniable desire for her. I had to confess it.
"Fuck. I missed that jiggle. What that ass does to me," I groaned, stroking and lifting her butt cheeks firmly.
The sight of those sexy heels and the feel of that voluptuous ass rippling with each rapid fire thrust, was more than I could take. There was no way I could pull out of this; why did I promise her that?
I could feel her sex tightening around my cock while I drove brutally into her. I felt my balls drawing up tightly and struggled to slow down, then reluctantly pulled out, panting hard to keep my climax at bay.
Realizing I had her back in my arms, I knew I had to forget about my anger and refocus on why I came to see her. I wanted to win her back, make things right. I wanted to make love to her and make her see that she had to come back to me.
"Turn over I want to see your face while I make love to you, Lena."
She turned over to face me and I removed her shoes. I looked at her lying there, pretty brown eyes watching me with uncertainty. She was looking vulnerable and beautiful and my anger dissipated quickly. I placed a pillow under her butt and another under her head, then came over her body, sliding my cock inside her slowly. The sensation of her tight sex firmly gripping my cock was unbearable.
I began to move in and out of her, while we stared into each other’s eyes, my arms resting on either side of her face. I felt like we could see through each other; in her eyes there was a glint of pain and apprehension; and overwhelmingly, love. She broke eye contact and closed her eyes while I continued my slow deep thrusts inside her. I still loved her and was desperate to know if she still loved me; she’d told me once.
"Open your eyes, Lena," I pleaded."I missed you, I love you so much. Please hold me."
She placed her arms around me, stroking my body firmly; squeezing me with slender fingers and pushing me into her rhythmically and sensually. I couldn’t stop looking at her and wanted her to know how I felt over and over.
"Tell me you still love me baby, please," I pleaded, thrusting in and out of her, my muscular body comfortably nestled between her soft thighs.
"I still love you, Jonathan," she confessed, as a tear slipped from her eye, trickling towards her ear and I quickly kissed it away. My heart was beating hard; she still loves me.
"I'll give up everything for you, Lena,” I promised her. “Take me back, baby; I just can't stay away." Our bodies and emotions were connected in that moment and I began to move more frantically, gritting my teeth to stall what was threatening to be a spectacular climax.
“Come back to me, baby,” I pleaded, as my cock swelled and lengthened inside her. I felt her sex beginning to grip me in convulsions as she climaxed with an erotic cry, while circling her hips into mine.
With the thrill of those thighs around me, I knew I was undone. I gripped her tightly as I fucked hard, my self-control a distant memory. I was desperate to come inside her, mark her as mine. I loved her, needed her; wanted to marry her. The thought of Lena becoming my wife brought the first stream of cum unexpectedly spurting out of my dick and shooting deep inside her. I had to summon all the will power from the universe to pull out of her as I spurted again and again on her sex and lower stomach.
I finally collapsed beside her, pulling her to me while I tried to catch my breath. We lay there for a long while as I silently celebrated this amazing experience with her, glad we were possibly on track to restoring our relationship. I’d brought the ring with me and intended to ask her to marry me tonight.
After a few moments, our breathing evened out and I could sense her stiffening in discomfort. I knew my Lena; she’d want to talk through things before she agreed to anything and I had come prepared to give her full disclosure. She no longer worked for Strauss Carter so that obstacle was removed and so would all her other concerns, before this day was out.
I shifted her beside me then rose and helped her stand, holding both her hands. "Bath with me, then we'll talk."
I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast, too nervous about seeing her. I heard my stomach grumbling as I headed for the landline phone and ordered food from the restaurant downstairs to be sent up in one hour.
After that I took her hand and led her to the bathroom. The en suite was similar to the bathroom in the penthouse back in Atlanta, but with a single shared shower. We’d always loved to shower together but this time I wanted to bathe with her in my huge bathtub by the window with great views of the surrounding landscape.
I filled the bath and added bath oils, making sure it was the right temperature. I went to collect some towels from the hall closet and watched as Lena fussed with her wild hair in the bathroom mirror, trying to pile it securely on her head. She looks like she’s been devoured, I thought with a feeling of satisfaction.
“Come, let me bathe you," I offered and she came towards me, her gorgeous tits bouncing gently with each step.
I helped her step into the bath then slid in behind her, placing my legs on either side of her.
I pulled her back to rest her head on my chest while I massaged her stiff shoulders, trying to help her relax. I knew she wanted to talk; so did I. But we weren’t ready. For now, I had her in my arms once again and I wanted to savor this moment together. I poured the Vanilla fragranced body wash into my hands then ran them all over her breasts and back with gentle strokes. I was happy when she began to relax and closed her eyes, enjoying my touch. After I was done, I moved in front of her and handed her the body wash to do the same for me. As I sunk low to rest my head on her breasts, I couldn’t help feeling a little vulnerable. How much longer would I have her? Was it just for today? Or until the next fight? Did she realize how much she’d hurt me? She seemed to sense my thoughts and she lovingly held me and stroked my body, while I relaxed in her arms enjoying her care and attention. I turned my head to kiss her again and again, telling her wordlessly how much I’d missed her. She didn’t say a word either, but she understood and loved me back.
Chapter Fifty-Six
When the water was much cooler, I reluctantly rose out of her embrace and stepped out of the bath; wrapping a fluffy white towel around my waist. I grabbed another one and lovingly dried Lena from head to toe, then held her hand as she carefully stepped out of the bath.
I hugged her for a long moment, until we were interrupted by the door bell and I knew our meal had arrived. I let the waiter in and wasn’t surprised to see his eyes widen at the towel around my waist and Lena’s clothes and buttons scattered all over the place. I led him and his wheelie tray to the dining area where he carefully set our food on the table, then beat a hasty retreat as soon as I handed him a ridiculously excessive tip.
I beckoned to Lena who was peeking around the corner, still in her towel; then helped her into her chair. On
our first lunch date at the penthouse, she’d enjoyed the Fettuccine Alfredo so I’d ordered the same for her. She declined an offer to swap with my Ravioli and set about nibbling slowly out of her plate, while I poured glasses of Viognier for each of us.
We were both silent for a long while as we ate; I noted it was almost 6.00pm and guessed she might decide to leave soon if I didn’t get our conversation started.
"So,” I began, “how have you been?"
"Okay, I guess,” she replied uncertainly, avoiding my gaze. “I miss Atlanta."
I put my glass down and took her hand in mine.
"What about me... Did you miss me?" There was an urgency in my voice; I wanted to know if she’d suffered like I had since she left. She dropped her fork and came around to me, evidently close to tears.
"Oh baby, come to me," I said soothingly, sliding my chair back. I quickly pulled her into my lap and held her protectively, stroking her back.
"I've missed you, Jonathan; more than I can tell you." Her voice was shaky and I knew she’d gone through the same torment as I had. I pulled back to look her in the eye.
"I want you back." I said firmly; resolved in my decision. "I’m in love with you."
I waited for her to respond but all I saw was hesitation while I tried to resist a rising wave of panic.
“I love you too, Jonathan,” she said at last. My relief was immediate; I let out a deep breath and pulled her head down for a kiss. She needed to know I didn’t realize I loved her only after she’d left.
“Lena, I wanted to tell you before you left me, but I wasn’t sure how you would take it.”
She seemed puzzled at my words. “Why would you think that, Jonathan?”
“You’ve always been ready to leave me at the first sign of trouble, Lena. I thought telling you how I felt while we had so many obstacles would scare you away and I was clearing my path to you. I knew you would have questions, rather than seeing my love for you as an answer.”
Instantly, I could tell there were a million questions running through her mind.
"Tell me about Ashley," she blurted at last.
"I got engaged to Ashley just over three years ago. I first dated her when we were fifteen years old and everyone thought we’d always be together. Our families have known each other for decades. As we got older, things fizzled out between us and her family moved to Texas. After college, when I was at Strauss Carter, busy working hard to transform the company, she came back into my life. She was familiar, she was safe and my parents approved. She began talking about marriage and asked if she should choose a ring. I knew I wasn’t ready but I didn’t want to disappoint her so I told her to go ahead. It seemed like the next logical step for us to become engaged; her parents and my parents both wanted it.”
“I saw the photos of you celebrating your engagement with your parents,” she interrupted.
“Let me finish, Lena. After our engagement, Ashley got it in her mind that I didn’t love her enough because I wasn’t spending enough time with her; so she got angry and went home to Texas and cheated on me with her ex. I was just still too busy with work to spend time going on endless shopping trips during working hours or on vacations overseas every month. Strauss Carter was on the cusp of a major breakthrough and I was working hard to build it but she didn’t want to hear it. She’s never had to work, so she didn’t understand what I had to do.
Anyway, I caught her and when we spoke about it, we agreed to cancel our engagement indefinitely. We both kept the details from our parents; we just told them we weren’t ready. I was hurt, I felt betrayed but after a while I was over her; after all I thought we were rushing. She started calling me again when she heard those fake stories about me and Isabella and contacted my mother. My mother invited her and told her I missed her. I went with my parents and Ashley out to dinner since she was an old friend visiting from out of town and the photographers were there and took shots of us and created their own story.”
"She was wearing your ring."
"I gave it to her three years ago. I don’t know why she chose to wear it that day. I guess she was trying to show me she was willing to rekindle our engagement.”
“You never told me about her,” she said, accusingly.
“She was out of my life; I thought there was nothing to tell.”
“So your parents still want you to be with her after all this time?”
“That’s what they’re trying to push for.”
“In this day and age your parents are pushing someone on you? Can’t they let you make your own decision?”
“My father came from old Southern money, and he married my mother whose parents were second generation German immigrants. My mother inherited a lot of wealth in Switzerland and Germany from her grandparents and brought it into her marriage with my father and that’s how they merged into Strauss Carter. But they fell in love eventually and they think that will happen for me and Ashley.”
“So they want you to marry Ashley because she’s wealthy?”
“Ashley and I are both only children, so her family’s desire is that she marries into our wealth and my parents want me to marry into theirs. Ashley has no business acumen or desire to run her family’s businesses. So her parents really want their daughter to be with someone they know and trust.”
I could tell she found the story unbelievable.
“This sounds so last century,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief.
“I know. Strategic alliances like this still go on in my world occasionally,” I explained.
“What’s happiness got to do with it, remember?” I quipped, reminding her of what she’d said when her father discouraged her from pursuing her own degree choice.
"Does she know you don't want to marry her?" Lena demanded.
"Yes she does. She thinks it’s because I won’t forgive her for cheating on me, but it’s not that; not anymore. It’s because I love you, Lena."
“How do I know you’re telling the truth that it’s over between you and her?” I could tell she was still suspicious; I’d promised myself full disclosure.
“You can call her, like you called Isabella.”
She visibly blushed at the revelation that I knew. She continued.
"Don't you feel anything at all for her?"
"I thought I loved her three years ago. But since I met you, I realized what I felt for her was nothing compared to you.” I squeezed her hand tightly. “I now realize that if I’d married her then met you; I’d have left her to be with you, Lena."
Couldn’t she see what she’d done to me… that I was insanely in love with her?
“But she’s more your type and you share a background,” she insisted.
Oh my God; she had no idea. I shook my head vigorously.
“Lena, you’re my type.”
“Why not Ashley?”
“I don’t want her!” I snapped firmly.
“You are who I want, Lena,” I said more gently. “You keep running from me but it only makes me want to chase you. You are everything to me.”
“And your parents?"
I took a deep breath thinking of the fight I’d had with them about Lena and my decision to marry her. It was painful that they were not being supportive, but I had to follow my heart; I only hoped they’d come around eventually.
“After the way my mother treated you,” I began, “I tried all I could to manage her and make her and my father understand what you meant to me. They don’t want to hear it and they don’t care about what I want, only talking about how they sacrificed for their families and how it worked out in the end. They think I’m going rogue.”
“So how will you continue to work, building Strauss Carter if your parents are so against our relationship?”
"My personal shares at Strauss Carter and in Europe under Strauss Allianz are now worth over $7 billion combined. I'm planning on selling my $3 billion shares in Strauss Carter and leaving the family business. I no longer care what my family thinks."
Lena’s eyes widened at this revelation about my wealth but instead of being impressed; she looked at me with disapproval.
“But if you sell your shares, won’t that result in Strauss Carter being controlled by outsiders?”
“Lena, there is nothing I can do about that,” I argued. “It’s going to have to happen sooner or later.”
“So you are leaving your father who was on his way to retirement to manage what’s left, dealing with ruthless investors?”
She sounded like she disagreed with my decision, but I shrugged at her question.
“My parents can sell their shares off too and live comfortably forever for several lifetimes.”
“Won’t that break your family apart?” she said with a look of concern.
“They won’t like it. And probably won’t speak to me for a while. But you’re my future, Lena and if they can’t accept you as my choice, then there’s nothing I can do.”
"So, they won't speak to you because of me." It sounded more like a statement, not a question.
"I don't care what anybody thinks anymore,” I said dismissing her concerns. “I'm done with making other people happy. I’ve been patient because my parents’ health isn’t the best and I’m their only child. But there’s a point at which I have to say enough is enough."
"So you are planning to cut yourself off from your family, your business; all you've built, just for me?"
"Yes. I'm giving it all up to be with you."
I turned her head to face me, holding her gaze.
"You are worth it, Lena," I said fervently. "I'll move out here, or we’ll move somewhere else. I want to be where you are, Lena. I want what you want."
I pulled her in for a gentle kiss, hoping to end this conversation so I could get the ring and propose to her.