What was strange was that it wasn’t at all strange having Louise in my home. She fit naturally in my world, and I realized that we had spent a lot of time misjudging each other. For the past eight years, she had stayed away from me because she thought I was too beneath her while I had stayed away from her because I believed she was above me.
The truth was that we were right in the middle somewhere, and there was nothing strange about us being together. We were completely comfortable in each other’s presence.
“Well, it’s my mom’s recipe, and I’m the only one in the family who was gifted it by her. I feel blessed,” I said and Louise smiled widely as she ate. “I apologize for the state you saw me in this morning,” I told her and she laughed.
“You looked like you had just woken up from a teenage house party somewhere,” she replied with a laugh and I rolled my eyes. I was glad I had the chance to shower and change when we came back to my apartment.
“But still handsome,” she corrected herself and I reached for her hand. We sat in silence for a few moments, eating our food and holding hands.
“I’m glad you emailed me this morning because I would have probably handed in my resignation by tomorrow,” I told her and Louise looked up at me with her brows arched.
“Why?”
“Because I couldn’t stand the thought of you being with another man. I wouldn’t have been able to keep working in that office if you weren’t mine,” I said and she was blushing again.
She put down her fork and dabbed at the corners of her mouth with her napkin. “I was ready to quit too, yesterday,” she said and I was shocked to hear it.
“Because of what I said that night?”
Louise nodded.
I stood up from the chair and walked over to her side and crouched down beside her.
“I’m sorry I was so rude to you. I was jealous . . . What can I say? I’m a jealous man,” I said softly and she reached over to kiss the tip of my nose.
“And I’m sorry for making you jealous. I know I shouldn’t have been leading on Marty and Gus,” she told me and I shook my head.
“No, it wasn’t your fault. We’d already discussed how things weren’t going anywhere and that night in your apartment meant nothing,” I protested and Louise threw her arms around my neck and smiled.
“Yeah, but that was a lie and we both knew it,” she said.
“These eight years have all been a lie”
“Yeah. We’ve been avoiding each other, trying not to step on each other’s toes. Walking on eggshells . . . And for what?” she asked and I shrugged my shoulders.
“Because you hated my guts?” I said and we both laughed.
“Because my father told me that I was going to have to destroy everyone who came in the way of my success, and my mother told me that I should be with a man who the family approved of,” Louise said and I breathed in sharply.
“Neither of those things is going to change, are they? Your family is never going to accept me. I grew up in Brooklyn. My family name means nothing,” I asked with a half-grin and Louise rolled her eyes.
“My family will just have to suck it up and accept it . . . I don’t care. I’m done following their marching orders,” she said and she wiggled on the chair, drawing herself closer to me.
I wasn’t so hungry the closer that Louise got to me. Abandoning our half-eaten linguine, I lifted her up with her arms still around my neck.
I had been waiting too long. Eight years. There was no way I was going to wait for another second to have this woman.
Chapter 25 - Louise
Jack was carrying me to his bedroom and I couldn’t stop my heart from racing in my chest.
I had my legs wrapped around his waist while he pushed his bedroom door open with his back. We were looking into each other’s eyes. Neither of us was smiling anymore. This was the moment we had both been waiting for and now it was coming true.
Jack swung me down on his bed, and I fell on the mattress and my body bounced. I was desperate to see him naked. I had imagined him naked for so long that I felt like I already knew what he would look like without his clothes on.
But he was even sexier than I’d pictured.
With me on the bed, he was standing at the edge, beginning to strip his clothes off one by one. First, his pants came off and then he started unbuttoning his shirt. The whole time that his hands moved, his eyes remained on me, like he was trying to pierce my soul with his gaze.
I could feel myself salivating, there were goosebumps on my arms and legs as I watched him undress. Every inch of Jack Gowler was drool-worthy.
His shirt came off and he was standing in front of me in nothing but his boxers. His torso was ripped with muscles. His chest was wide, just like his neck and shoulders. His biceps bulged, but not too violently, and his belly was flat as a board.
I gulped. My throat was dry. I had never been with a man who looked like this. He was even better than my imagination. I couldn’t have imagined him to look so good. My eyes traveled from his face, down his chest and stomach to the dark trail of hair that disappeared down his navel and into his boxers.
Jack was watching me too, looking at me as I stared at him with my mouth hanging open. I didn’t care how silly I looked. I had to admire him. He was created to be admired.
His fingers crept up to the elastic band of his boxers and slowly, he pulled them down his legs. His cock swung into view, throbbing and bulging between his muscular thighs.
He was big . . . Oh, boy was he big!
He must have caught the look of excitement in my eyes because he smiled suddenly. “Is today going to be the day that I finally see Louise Downing naked?” he asked, and his voice was deep and husky.
My hands were shaking as I pulled my t-shirt off over my head. I was glad I was wearing my good bra! Jack’s eyes traveled to my breasts. He could see the rosy circles of my nipples through the white lace bra I was wearing. My fingers worked on the button and zip of my jeans next and I pulled them down my legs.
His eyes remained fixed on my body, following my every move, assessing every inch.
“You are fucking gorgeous, Louise,” he grumbled, almost to himself and a thrill ran up my spine. He had seen my pussy already, but today, while I pulled my panties down, he was watching the spot between my thighs like he had never seen it before. Jack looked like a man who was in awe, and no man had been able to make me feel this special before.
Jack’s hand went to his cock and I watched him stroke himself. I was hungry for him – hungry for that feeling I was going to experience when his cock was finally inside me.
He lunged at me, taking me by surprise, and I fell back on the bed as he climbed over me.
Jack was heavy as he stretched himself on me, covering me with his body. His hands were all over my body; cupping my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples. His mouth found mine and his tongue parted my lips, plunging into my mouth hungrily.
I was desperate to feel his cock on me, and I arched my back, raising my hips up to meet him. I felt his cock, throbbing and hard as he began moving against me. I parted my legs, wrapping them around his waist so that I could feel his cock better. He was rubbing me with it against the wet folds of my pussy.
I could feel the weight of his enormity pushing against my juicy folds, teasing me, stroking my clit with each motion.
His tongue dove in and out of my mouth and I sank farther into the bed under his weight. My fingers were in his hair, my toes wriggled with excitement. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this excited.
Jack slipped his tongue out of my mouth while I threw my head back, stretching my neck out for him. He ran his tongue down the length of my neck.
I rolled my hips more, thrilling the pressure of his cock stroking me. My pussy was throbbing with excitement, wet and engorged. I was ready for Jack’s cock. I was ready to feel the force of him inside me, filling me up with his cum.
I moaned as his mouth found my left nipple. My belly
ached and twisted as he started sucking on my nipple. His other hand was on my right breast, squeezing and teasing its rosy peak till it throbbed and ached in his hand.
His cock hadn’t stopped moving against my clit. I could feel the knots tightening at the base of my belly. He was building me up, already pushing me close to the edge. I was desperate for his cock . . . I was losing all control and I cried out.
Jack pulled his mouth away from my nipple and looked into my eyes. “Tell me what you want, Louise,” he said gruffly.
I was panting with desire. “I want you inside me, Jack,” I replied.
I saw his lips stretching into a smile. He was pleased with my answer.
“I thought you’d never ask,” he said and reached for my knees with both hands, pushing my legs up against my body. Jack was wedged between my thighs now, and slowly, he was pushing my legs apart. My pussy stretched, my folds throbbed and ached and I could feel the stickiness of fluids within me. I had fantasized about this moment for years without even admitting it to myself. It had always just been a part of a dream . . . Something out of my control. Now, it was actually happening.
He was looking down at me, his green eyes roaming over my protruding nipples, my quivering belly and my outstretched legs. I had never felt more vulnerable before, and I had never enjoyed feeling so vulnerable either.
The grin on Jack’s face remained as he reached his fingers down to my pussy. I moaned even before he’d touched me. I rose my body to meet his fingers, and he stroked my swollen clit. I quaked with his touch. Even though I knew what was coming, and I knew just how good his fingers felt on me — it was like I wasn’t prepared. I rolled my hips, moving it in every direction while his thumb did its magic. He knew just how much pressure to put on my clit, just how to rub and tease it till I was panting for air, gasping for his cock.
“Please,” I murmured. I was begging for him to be inside me, and this time, Jack gave me what I wanted. Moving over me, he pushed his erect cock towards me and I threw my head back into the pillow as I felt the tip of his cock penetrate me.
I moaned loudly and I heard him grunt too. His thick throbbing cock pushed aside the folds of my pussy, slowly sliding deep into me. With every inch that he thrust in, the closer I got to coming. That was all I needed. I just wanted to experience having him inside me, feeling the length of his big cock push deep into me.
I bunched up the bedsheets and called out his name as he kept diving deeper and deeper into me. When Jack’s cock had completely filled me up, I forced myself to open my eyes. He was stretched out over me, his arms on either side of my head, his face turned towards me.
He was looking deep into my eyes as he moved. I could feel his cock moving inside me, reaching every deep corner of my pussy. His eyes were narrow and dark, his face firmly set. I could feel his cock sliding in and out of me. His hair fell over his eyes and I moaned again just because he was so handsome!
“Louise . . . ” he said my name softly and I gasped. His cock was slowly pushing into my pussy, and when he moved, he pulled his cock out with him. Everything about this man was amazing, he was blowing my mind. I felt like I could have had a million orgasms back to back.
“I’m in love with you,” he said in a soft but firm voice. A soft squeak escaped my lips. He had caught me by surprise again. Before I could think of what to say to that, Jack started drilling me.
I lost my voice. All that came out of my mouth were my moans and cries for release. His cock pumped into me, in and out, and our bodies crashed together. I knew I was going to erupt at any moment, but he hadn’t even given me a chance to respond. He hadn’t let me tell him how I felt about him!
I was coming hard. I could feel my juices dripping and exploding out of me while he kept pumping. I dug my nails into his back, pulling myself closer to him by wrapping my arms around his neck. I was coming violently, screaming out his name, and in that moment, I felt him come too.
Jack was groaning as he came. We were coming together. I could feel him filling me up with his cum and I felt dizzy from the rush of emotions. My orgasm lasted several long seconds until, with utter exhaustion, I fell back on the bed.
I could feel the sweat dripping down my temples and my eyes began to droop. Nothing had ever felt like this before. No orgasm had even come close to being so amazing.
I felt the bed move and I fluttered my eyes open, to find him crashing down beside me. Jack, with his big muscular body, his cock still erect and pink and throbbing between his legs.
I moved closer to him while he panted, trying to stabilize his breathing.
“Jack,” I whispered his name and lifted myself up so I could place my chin on his chest.
“Louise,” he replied with a calm smile on his face. I knew he wasn’t expecting anything in return. He weaved his fingers into my tousled hair and stroked the back of my head gently, and it was calming enough to make me fall asleep.
“I’m in love with you too,” I whispered and he stopped moving his hand. We stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before he pulled me closer to him. I fell on him, and we were kissing again.
Within seconds, we were out of breath and I laughed as I pulled my lips away. They already felt swollen and sore from all the kissing we’d done in the past half an hour!
“Good, because if you weren’t in love with me, it would have been a pretty awkward situation,” he said. I couldn’t help myself. I burst out laughing.
Chapter 26 – Jack
Five Months Later
I plonked some extra scrambled eggs on the plate, buttered two pieces of toast, and arranged the plates on a tray neatly. I’d bought a rose on my morning run and I dipped it into a narrow vase and positioned it in the corner of the tray before I took it to our bedroom.
Louise had moved into my penthouse two months ago, and since then we were spending almost all our time together. We went to work together, came home together, cooked and slept together; but the one rule in our lives was that we were always going to work on separate projects for Prisma. Louise believed that it was the healthy dose that our relationship needed. I had to agree. Things had been going more than well for us. I couldn’t have imagined myself happier, despite the weakness of being in love with a woman.
Louise was still asleep. She had been up until the wee hours of the morning working on a presentation for a different real estate company we were gunning to have on board. Now, she moved lazily in bed when she heard me enter the room.
I placed the tray of breakfast on the bedside table next to her and gently touched her face. She looked the most beautiful in the morning, and I watched her as she blinked her eyes open and smiled.
“What’s all this?” she mumbled in a sleepy voice. She sat up in bed while I arranged the tray on her lap.
“I thought I would make you breakfast,” I said and sat down on the edge beside her. Louise’s cheeks flushed like they always did when she was happy about something, and she plucked up a piece of toast and started munching on it hungrily.
“You didn’t have to do all this. I would have joined you in the kitchen for breakfast!” she scolded me, but I could see on her face that she was happy.
“Well, I know it’s a big day for you . . . and I wanted to kickstart it the right way,” I said and I leaned forward so I could plant a wet, sloppy kiss on her forehead. She smiled and bit down on her lip.
“Thank you, Jack. I’m sorry that it’s taken me so long to introduce you to my parents,” she said. I held her hand and stroked it gently.
“You don’t have to apologize, beautiful. I know it’s been rough between you guys. There’s no pressure,” I told her and she nodded her head.
“I know. You’ve been very understanding, but I think it’s time. Things have gotten better between Father and me, and I feel like it’s now or never,” she said and I shrugged my shoulders.
“And hey, who knows? Maybe your father and I will hit it off like great old buddies!” I exclaimed and Louise rolled her eyes and shook he
r head.
“Anyway, open the newspaper,” I said and picked up the Times and handed it to her. She smoothened out the front page and scanned it quickly before her eyes fell on the report on the bottom left of the page.
“Oh my God!” she squealed and dropped the paper from her hand. I was smiling as she covered her mouth with her hands. “Is this real? Medusa has filed for bankruptcy?” she asked and I nodded my head.
“You bet. Roger Tracker is under fire for corruption and bad deals,” I replied and Louise’s mouth remained open as she read the rest of the report.
“I would say I couldn’t believe this . . . but that would be a lie. I can totally believe this since I’ve met that sleazebag,” she muttered, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I love it when you curse because it doesn’t suit you at all,” I joked and she arched her brows and glared at me in mock anger.
“You mean that I don’t say motherfucker, right?” she asked and I laughed even harder.
“Please stop!” I begged through my laughs and covered her mouth with my hand. She fell back on the pillow. I leaned forward to kiss her and she kissed me back harder.
“Just because you’re from Brooklyn doesn’t make you the authority on cussing,” she said. I kissed her neck and the top of her cleavage. She bit down on her lip and lifted the tray off her lap to put it to the side.
“We really shouldn’t, though . . . It’s going to take a lot of time to get to New Haven,” she protested when I stretched myself over her, my hands seeking out the elastic band of her pajamas.
“One hour,” I said gruffly and she shook her head.
“I don’t want to be late.”
“You’re right.”
“But why do you have to be so sexy?” she squealed and jumped on my back as I made to get out of bed. We were laughing as I carried her on my back. She had her arms thrown around my neck and her legs dangling on the sides of my waist.
I carried her to the bathroom where I watched her brush her teeth and then jump into the shower.
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