I bit my lip to try and control the noise when he moaned into my ear. “Fuck. You have no idea what you just did to me, Gemma.” He kissed me hard on my ear. “I haven’t come in my pants since I was thirteen.” He continued to kiss me several times on the neck smiling as he caught my gaze in the mirror.
I was trying to steady myself on the sink when he turned me around and absolutely rocked my fucking world with a kiss that could have me in another orgasm any second. It was just the right amount of hard and soft, give and take. His lips worked mine over and his tongue glided over my mouth and ended with a swipe to the roof and I nearly fainted.
He pulled back and I realized my eyes were still closed. I opened them to find him staring at me with hooded eyes. I smiled and he leaned in to wreck my brain again with a sinful kiss.
I’m not sure how long we stood there but I would say our waiter probably nixed our check. He pulled back once again and just shook his head as he grabbed my hand and led me out the door. Our table was still open and our drinks refreshed.
He held my chair and pushed it in whispering in my ear, “I’ll be right back, Gemma. I need to hit the men’s room after that.” He finished with a wet kiss to my neck and strolled down the hall.
I just stared not believing what had just happened. I looked down to make sure I was buttoned up and fairly straight. Everything seemed in order, so I grabbed my clutch and opened my mirror.
Holy shit!
I had freshly fucked written all over my face. My lips were swollen and my skin was glistening and flushed. My hair was matted to my face and mascara was slightly smeared beneath my eyes.
I began my fix-up. Once he returned I was a bit more presentable and hoping that the other patrons were oblivious to our little sexcapade. His grin was wicked as he picked up his drink and ran his hand through his thick head of hair.
“Well, I must say, that I was not expecting. I don’t believe I’ve ever violated a ladies room before.” He said letting his thoughts drift to the ceiling. “You are a bit toxic and highly addictive.” His smile was different, almost adoring.
I was speechless. He had not only given me the best orgasm of my entire life but he knew my body better than me and that scared the living shit out of me.
I just sipped my drink as he ordered our meal. I was lost in thought when he touched my arm. “What are you thinking about there, Gemma?”
I looked at him truly confused and answered, “I don’t know.”
He frowned a bit. “I hope that is not a reflection of the company.” His eyes were probing me and I could see general sadness swimming in those depths.
I stared at my hands for a moment trying to right my thoughts. “I just don’t know what I am doing. This isn’t like me and I’m a bit lost. And the fact that I am admitting that to you is disconcerting.” I let out an audible sigh.
He reached over the small table and lifted my chin to meet my gaze. “I’m just as lost, Gemma. I’ve never had anyone affect me the way you do. You’re under my skin and in ever thought I have. That has never happened to me before and I find myself eager to be in your presence and soak up your essence.”
His candor had me reeling. Not because he was being direct but because he was describing my exact feelings. How could that be?
He simply covered my hand with his. “Spend the night with me tonight?” He asked, his voice soft and low.
I don’t know where it came from but I found myself saying, “Yes.”
He smiled so wide I swear I caught the back of his throat. He reached into his jacket and pulled his wallet dropping several hundred-dollar bills and reached for my hand. I never hesitated to link out fingers and he led me through the crowded dining room.
When we settled into the leather seats he tilted his head onto my shoulder and inhaled deeply letting out a soft moan. I was just trying to hold myself together. He reached for my hand and held it tightly in his, close to his chest for the rest of the drive.
We pulled in front of this enormous house made of glass. It was three stories and each separated by large red beams and covered with an endless sheet of glass. It was truly stunning.
He kissed my hand and pulled me from the car nearly bouncing to the door. When he opened it I felt a sigh work its way up my throat. It was very much like my home and I instantly felt at ease. He squeezed my hand and I turned to see him staring at me with an unfathomable expression.
I offered an easy smile. “You’ve been holding out. How did you score such great digs while the rest of us are practically living like cavemen?”
He threw his head back laughing. “It’s a friends “digs” and he’s only letting me have it for the week.”
“Ah, I bet this place has afforded you much hot ass while you’ve been here.” That one comment sent a shiver up my spine that felt a hell of a lot like jealousy.
He furrowed his brow. “I don’t bring them home, Gemma. Only you.”
I didn’t know how to digest that revelation so I simply rolled my eyes over the room. He allowed me to discover the surroundings and followed closely at my heels. I was drawn automatically to a piece framed on the wall.
Tears stung my eyes as I took in the intricate detail. The familiar tree lines and distant farmhouse caught my attention.
I waved my hand over the painting and rested it over my mouth before I could speak. He pulled my hair from my face and cupped his hands on either side.
“What is it, Gemma?” Alarm in his tone.
I barely found my voice when I whispered, “That’s my grandfather’s house.”
He looked utterly stunned. I felt the lump in my throat and the wet tears inching over my lids.
“Where is the restroom?” I begged.
He pointed immediately to the far left and I basically ran to the door. When I shut the door I fell against the frame and slid down the wood to the cold slate floor. My hands rested over my face as I silently came apart. Tears flooded my cheeks and sobs built violently in my chest. I was there for a while when I felt the solid surface behind me give way and a pair of arms pulled me tight.
He lifted me effortlessly from the ground and had me cradled in his arms carrying me from the dimly lit room. I closed my eyes and let the pain seep in. I vaguely felt the shifting of our bodies as he carried me up the stairs to a dark room. The pillowey softness of the bed encircled me and I rolled to my side tucking my arms across my chest, holding tight.
I felt his strong body surround me and I sought comfort in the arms of a stranger. He stroked my hair and rubbed my back as I silently allowed the pain to flow from my body.
I woke up with a start sometime later and found those broad arms still encircled around my chest. It was need that drove me. I pulled my face up to his level and traced his cheek watching as his eyes opened and a beautiful, caring stare pierced my gaze. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him like I’d never kissed another soul.
He was comforting and tender. It was a feeling I’ve never had before. I sat up in the bed and pulled the buttons from my blouse. He gently shoved the sleeves from my arms and placed his hands on my face to plant one of the most seductive kisses I’d ever experienced.
His chest was bare and I took a moment to appreciate what a beautiful body he had. Each muscle in his abdomen defined, every plain of his body was perfect. I traced my fingers over each ridge and placed kisses over every surface.
He groaned softly and wound his fingers in my hair as I continued to explore his perfect skin. It tasted like spice and salt on my tongue. When I reached the elastic of his underwear my tongue traced an outline of his abdomen and he trembled. I pulled the sides and slid them down his long lean legs.
He rolled on top of me gripping the button of my pants and easily pulled them down, throwing them to the floor. My breath was heavy and needy. He pulled my face back to his and continued to kiss me softly until I thought I would explode with desire. His hands left my face and began a trail down my body touching and teasing. When he reached my panties he gr
ipped the sides and roughly slid them down my trembling legs.
My body was arched and my hands were seeking him, pulling his body closer. He found the clasp on my bra and with two fingers unclasped it. I felt the immediate release and then with one motion it was flying across the room. His eyes found mine and all I saw was desire. He propped himself up so that he could trace his fingers over my nipples and pull at the rings pierced through them. Never in my life had I felt so exposed yet so desired.
He placed his tongue over the metal and I felt his breath drift over causing a delicious feeling of heat and coolness. I gasped and he pressed his cock into my thigh and I nearly attacked him. He laced his tongue between one of the hoops and applied just enough pressure for me to gasp and moan.
His other hand traveled down my body to test my folds. I know what he found because I heard his breathing catch and the deep growl in his throat.
I grabbed his face and pulled his gaze to mine.
“Please.” I begged.
He shifted his cock between my legs and with one thrust he was deep inside me and I left my body. He was hard and long and it fit perfectly within me. He let out a gasp when he entered me fully and then with slow circulating thrusts he absolutely blew my mind.
It wasn’t quick and powerful, it was slow and building. He moved in me with deliberate thrusts and had me begging for more. I caught his gaze once and he placed a kiss to my forehead as he continued to caress me. I lost my mind a little because I couldn’t stop begging and pleading for what was just at my reach.
We moved against each other for hours and it was the most delicious feeling I’d ever felt. When the sun began to rise and the shadows danced around the room he held my gaze and traced a finger across my cheek as he thrust violently in and out until I felt that overwhelming feeling building. I squeezed my eyes and yelled his name as I began my orgasm. He tensed and bowed his head to my ear as he chanted my name and followed me over the edge.
We lay there panting. He stroked my back and kissed every inch of my face. I felt oddly connected to him. When I ran my hands through his hair and pulled his lips to mine it felt right. Like we were made to fit together.
I fisted my hands to my eyes trying to figure out what the fuck had just happened.
He pulled my hands back to stare into my eyes. “Don’t do that, Gemma. Don’t try and analyze what just happened. Let it be and go with it.”
I let out a sharp sigh. “Easy for you to say. You didn’t just fall the fuck apart and experience something you’ve never felt.”
He shook his head. “No. Yes I did and I don’t want to violate it.”
I rubbed my temples trying to find something to say or do.
Then he tugged on my hair. “Look, Gemma; it’s raining.”
I squinted at the window and looked at him incredulously. “And…”
He smiled wide. “That means no work today, gorgeous. We can spend the day right here figuring out all our problems.”
I sat up bolt right in the bed ready to sprint and he grabbed both arms pulling me to his chest. I began to protest but realized I really did need him; I wanted that closeness.
He placed a kiss to my temple and began tracing his fingers over my body making me tremble.
I said the only thing that came to my mind. “Please don’t hurt me.”
He stopped immediately and became still. Within seconds he pulled my face to his. “I will never hurt you, Gemma. That would kill me to see you in pain.”
He kissed my lips and I parted my mouth to let him inside and he tenderly caressed me as I felt his cock become strong against my stomach. Over the next few hours he took me to heaven several times and taught me what making love was all about.
I felt a hand hover over my breasts and a warm pair of lips touch my neck. That brought an automatic smile to my lips and a hum in my chest. There was no other place on earth I’d rather be.
I just lay back and enjoy the feeling of intimacy radiate my being. The way his legs wrapped mine and his arms encircled me was altogether shattering.
When his breathing evened out and his eyes closed I eased from the bed and pulled on his shirt from the floor. The slate tiles were cold against my feet as I made my way down the stairs. The house was eerily quiet and my soft footsteps echoed off the walls.
I crossed the room and stopped in front of the familiar scene. Although the farmhouse had been somewhat updated it was still very much the house I spent most of my childhood. The big open-air windows and colorful flowerboxes adorned the front with the giant porch that wrapped around the house. I noticed the gigantic tree that flanked the yard. Missing was the tree house my dad built when I was five. I spent a good bit of four years in that thing.
It was as if I pressed rewind and started back twenty-five years ago. The tears were streaming as I remembered that horrific day. My grandfather was the second greatest man I’d ever known. We were inseparable. He’d load me in the car and take me to town twice a week just to treat me to a huge cone of ice cream. He taught me how to box and how to work on a motor. We’d spend hours in the garage cataloging parts and working on the many different engines.
One day I was supposed to meet granpy at the house after school and go to the field to pick the beans that were due. I made my way down the winding road up to his house shortly after school dismissed. He wasn’t waiting on the porch as he normally did but I thought nothing of it and yanked open the screen door calling his name thinking he was playing hide and seek.
I crept around the house grinning thinking I would catch him any moment. But when I rounded the kitchen I saw the first bloody footprint and my heart began to race. I slowly inched around the center island and there he was, lying in a pool of blood, his eyes open. I sank to the ground screaming his name, shaking his arm pleading for him to wake up.
My little body curled up into his side and lay there for hours. I remember my father screaming and yanking me into his arms, crying. I spent several days in the hospital in a catatonic state. I couldn’t process the simplest things.
I found out through a hushed conversation outside my hospital room what really happened at my grandfather’s house.
My uncle William had shown up demanding money. He had left home early and became hooked on drugs living in Amsterdam. Apparently he was always trouble and my grandfather had banned him from the house many years before.
He was tweaking on five days straight with no sleep and having withdrawals. He argued with my grandfather demanding money and threatening to kill the whole family. When granpy reached for his gun uncle William grabbed a knife from the block and lunged at him stabbing him twenty-one times in the chest.
The police found him wandering the back roads behind our farm bloodied and disoriented. He had no recollection of the fight and when his memories came back to him after the drugs were purged from his system he broke down. He hung himself in prison before he could be sentenced.
When I was released from the hospital my dad and mum never took me back home, we went directly to the airport and boarded a plane to New York. My mother’s parents lived there and agreed to help us get started.
Little did I know they were filthy rich. They owned the largest department store chain in the Northeast. My mother had escaped their hold right out of high school when she met my dad on his senior trip to NYC. It was love at first sight and they never looked back. Her parents refused to speak to her for years and when she called needing help it put them in a position to have control again.
We settled into a house just outside the city and my mother went to work for her father at the corporate office. They enrolled me into a private school in the city and I hated every moment of it. I was teased for my accent and choice of clothes. I hated to be dressed up. Over the years I never really had any friends just my dad. We would take trips during my school breaks to the country and rent a house to just enjoy the peace.
My mother was diagnosed with breast cancer during my senior year. It was aggressive and she only
held on for eight months. My dad was broken after she passed.
I was accepted to NYU and once he was satisfied that I was settled he made the move back to Scotland.
I visited as much as I could but school was hard and then I landed a job in London. Life got in the way and my visits nearly stopped. Until the day I got the phone call from his doctor and my entire life changed.
All of these memories were flooding my head and I realized I was curled around my legs in the floor crying earnestly. I felt him kneel behind me and wrap his arms and legs around me, pulling my hair from my face and whispering in my ear, “Shhh, I’m right here, Gemma.”
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