A Promise of Passion

by M. E. Nesser

  I was kicking ass in school and couldn’t wait to take the bar and start working. I just prayed to God on a regular basis that I would secure a job with a law firm in New York City so I could be with Bryce. A couple of my professors were very supportive of my hard work and tenacity, and they promised to write me references that would help me secure a job.

  The year flew by, and before I knew it, I was taking the bar. Fortunately, I passed it the first time. It takes many people several tries to pass it, but I was determined to get a job and move out of Connecticut and in with Bryce.

  One of my professors contacted me after hearing I had passed the bar and told me there was an opening at a huge firm in Manhattan. He said that if I were still interested in moving to New York City, he would do whatever he could to help me secure a job there. I was over the top excited.

  I met with a few of the partners the following Monday at 7:30 a.m. and was offered the position immediately. It was going to require a shitton of work and hours, but it was a great opportunity. I had landed a job in the Big Apple. I couldn’t have been happier. The pay was decent, but the potential for growth was incredible. This was the chance of a lifetime, and I took it.

  I sold my furniture and moved out of my apartment and in with Bryce. We had waited a long time for this to happen. Even though we worked long days and brought work home every night, we were together. We brought work home on the weekends as well, but we still had time to play. And we played. We worked out and had a ton of sex. When we got motivated, we went to the movies or a show. Sometimes we went out to eat. Other times, we would get take out and stay in. Life was idyllic. We had been waiting for eight years for this to happen.

  About two months after I started my job, I called Bryce and told him I wouldn’t be home until 8:00 p.m. because I was finishing up on a case I had been working on. He told me to take my time and that he’d be waiting for me. He also told me he would have dinner waiting—we’d spend a quiet night in.

  When I walked into the apartment, I couldn’t believe what I saw. There were candles lit everywhere. There was soft jazz music in the background, and something smelled delicious. Bryce walked up to me holding two champagne flutes.

  “What are we celebrating?” I asked.

  “Us,” was all he said.

  We sat down on the couch, sipping champagne and holding hands. We talked about our day for a minute and then I noticed something at the bottom of my glass.

  “What’s that?” I asked as I reached in. And then I knew. I pulled a beautiful diamond ring out of my glass.

  “Marry me, Kitten,” he said to me.

  My eyes filled with tears, and I couldn’t speak. We had talked about marriage one day, but this was real. The ring was beautiful, big and sparkly. There was champagne dripping from it, which made it even more decadent. I loved this man with every fiber of my being. He was proposing, and I was just sitting there, forgetting how to breathe.

  “Please answer me, Katie,” he pleaded.

  “Of course I’ll marry you. I’ve wanted this forever. I love you so much,” I told him.

  He took the ring out of my hand, dried it off, and put it on my finger. He kissed me gently on the lips and said, “You’ve made me the happiest guy in the whole world.”

  Then he took both of our glasses and set them on the coffee table. He unbuttoned my blouse slowly and pulled it off my shoulders. He unlatched my bra and started caressing my breasts. His touch was gentle, and it made me crave more. His kisses went from my mouth to my neck to my breasts. I couldn’t help clawing at his back so he’d be more aggressive, but he was setting the pace—I had to suffer as my body throbbed in anticipation. He did let me take his T-shirt off, but he pinned me down and just kept making love to my breasts with his mouth. I couldn’t help wiggling my hips against him. He was stirring the most amazing feelings in me.

  “If you keep that up,” I admitted to him, “I’m not going to be able to wait for you.”

  “I don’t want you to wait. I’m not going to stop until you scream my name,” he told me. And that was all it took. I could feel the pressure escalate until his name escaped from my mouth and I found my release.

  He released his mouth from my chest and pulled my slacks and panties down. I felt his breath between my legs and couldn’t keep my hips still.

  “It’s too sensitive for that,” I begged.

  “Bullshit,” he said. “You’re going to come again before I make love to you.”

  His mouth felt hot between my legs. He licked between every fold. He was driving me absolutely crazy, and I couldn’t get enough. I pulled at his hair, trying to pull him closer.

  “Are you eager for more?” he asked.

  “Please, B. I’m dying here,” I moaned.

  He decided to put me out of my misery and sucked on me with the perfect amount of pressure. I screamed his name as I arched my back and pulled his hair. My toes were cramping from the intensity of my orgasm. I’m not sure what he was doing, but the feeling seemed to go on forever. When I finally came down from the intense high, he stood up and removed his pants. He didn’t have boxers on underneath, which always turned me on. He was hard and pulsating. I started to sit up, but he gently pushed me back down and nestled his body between my legs. He was doing everything in his power to satisfy me in every way possible. It was working.

  As he guided himself inside me, he slid his hands under my hips so he could get even deeper. His thrusting started out slow and loving, but then he settled his head on the pillow next to my head and pumped his body harder into me. I could feel him breathing in my ear, and it sent shivers through my body. It was incredible how listening to his heavy breathing was such an enormous turn-on for me. It was an erotic sensation that made me tingle all over. It sounded positively feral, and I loved that. He told me he loved me, and I was lost in the clouds. My body was throbbing like it was our first time. My heart was racing, and I was astounded at the love I felt for this man.

  “I’m not doing this alone,” he said. “I need you with me every step of the way.”

  That was all it took. As I was about to scream his name, he kissed me hard and sucked my tongue, and we both exploded with the most mind-blowing orgasms of our lives.

  54

  Planning for a wedding is an absolute pain in the ass. I didn’t care about flowers or favors. I left Katie to make all of those decisions. Our parents met and decided to split the cost of the wedding. It didn’t make sense for Katie’s parents to assume the entire financial burden.

  We narrowed our guest list down to just over two hundred people. That was plenty. I just wanted to be her husband and go on a honeymoon, not entertain all of Connecticut. We were both able to secure a little over a week’s vacation for the wedding and honeymoon. Our jobs were going great, and this would be our first vacation since we’d started working.

  Since Katie made the wedding decisions, she let me make the honeymoon plans. I told her that I wanted it to be a total surprise, and she seemed fine with that. As we got closer to the big day, though, she wanted to know how to pack. I told her that she wouldn’t need clothes where we were going. She just laughed and kissed me.

  We were both Catholic, so we decided to get married at St. Mary’s in New Haven. It was a gorgeous church that we’d attended while we were going to Yale. The reception was going to be at my dad’s country club. I couldn’t wait for the day to come. At this point, we had been together for almost ten years: it was time to make it official.

  The wedding was beautiful, and we both cried as we said our vows. Janey was still Katie’s best friend, so she stood next to her in a beautiful, pale yellow Vera Wang gown. Blake was my best man. We both wore black tuxedos. Blake wore a pale yellow tie to match Janey’s dress. I wore a white tie to match my beautiful bride. We didn’t want a large wedding party. It seemed so much more intimate just having one person stand next to us. At one point during the ceremony I leaned into Katie and whispered in her ear, “You are so beautiful. Thank you for agre
eing to be my wife.”

  “You make me beautiful, B” she whispered back. “I’ve never felt so loved in my entire life.”

  “Well, I don’t think I could love you any more than I do right now.”

  The reception was a lot of fun. The country club did an incredible job. It was the most gourmet buffet I had ever seen. Katie said she was overwhelmed by all the choices that were offered when she was making the food decisions. She brought her mom with her when she went for the samplings. She said she was grateful for all of her suggestions. I couldn’t believe all the decisions that needed to be made when planning a wedding.

  The band had most of the guests on the dance floor until nearly midnight. Most of the women kicked off their shoes at some point during the evening. I had never seen either of our parents dance so much. I was so happy they approved of my marriage. I think they loved Katie almost as much as I did. I know Katie’s folks approved of me. Her dad came up to me right before the ceremony to welcome me into the family. It was a really special moment.

  The entire day was magical. I didn’t want it to end.

  We spent the wedding night at a bed-and-breakfast near the country club and had to get up really early to catch our flight. We didn’t have sex on our wedding night, because we were too exhausted. I didn’t mind, though, because I planned to have sex continually on our honeymoon. Katie still didn’t know where we were going. I packed her bag and wouldn’t let her see what was in it. We took a limo to JFK in the morning and got on our flight to Aruba. We had fallen in love on a beach, so it only seemed appropriate that we honeymoon on one as well. I had also found a secluded hotel that was perfect for a honeymoon. We had a little cottage with a private pool and a private beach area, so we never had to be clothed. The cottage was a couple of hundred yards from the main hotel, which housed several restaurants and shops. They catered to honeymooners and offered twenty-four-hour room service, so we never had to leave the cottage. There was a fully stocked top-shelf bar in the room, and snacks were left outside our front door throughout the day so we stayed hydrated and fed.

  It was cool landing in Aruba. It’s in the middle of the ocean, and the island isn’t very big. We took a transfer to the hotel, and we were both beaming with excitement. The flight attendants gave us champagne to celebrate our nuptials, and after a few glasses, we both slept through the entire flight.

  The hotel was beautifully decorated. There were comfortable, bamboo couches and chairs in the entranceway. The colors were pale and muted. There were fresh flowers everywhere. The scent of the flowers filled the air. The lobby was quiet and there was soft music playing in the background. The sounds from a stunning waterfall located in the middle of the lobby filled the air. Katie was excited, and so was I. At this point, I’m sure she assumed we just had a room at the hotel. She still had no idea that we had our own private cottage.

  The concierge handed us a rum punch drink, congratulated us on our marriage, grabbed our bags, and walked us to our cottage. It was breathtaking. Everything was white. There were lace curtains above and around the bed. The warm breeze was passing through the cottage, making the curtains billow in the wind. There were plush lounge chairs on a cozy deck area that overlooked a pool, a beach area, and the ocean. Everything about the set-up was absolutely breathtaking. Katie turned to me, put her arms around my neck, and told me how perfect this place was. And it was. It was more romantic than I could ever have imagined. It was the perfect place to start our life together.

  During our week in Aruba, we only left the cottage twice to go into the main dining room. It was funny, because halfway through the meal, we were both desperate to get back to the privacy of our cottage. We didn’t want to socialize. We wanted to enjoy every moment we had together alone—and naked.

  Every day, we put on our bathing suits and walked the beach. The beaches in Aruba were stunning, and it was a nice chance to talk. When we were at the cottage, we spent a lot of time exploring our bodies and finding new and creative ways to make love to one another. Our talks inside the cottage were mostly sexual—and very sexy.

  I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of her body. It was so perfect. She was slender but fit. Her boobs were bigger than you’d expect from a slender woman, which made them ever sexier. Her ass was round and full, and I couldn’t keep my hands off of it. It was obvious she liked my body just as much. She was constantly touching me everywhere. I’d been lifting weights lately, and I loved being muscular. I’d had to be careful not to bulk up too much when I played squash in college, so it was fun watching my body change.

  The last night of our vacation, I told Katie she needed to get dressed up. I bought her a beautiful Vera Wang dress and stunning heels. I put on dress slacks and a tailored shirt. I knew she’d appreciate how the shirt skimmed my torso. The restaurant set up a fancy table on our back deck with beautiful linens, expensive china, and crystal wine glasses. As two attendants were setting down the first course, a man came in carrying a guitar. He sat down about ten feet away from us and started playing quietly. It made our meal so special.

  Our dinner started with escargot. The snails were strategically placed in exotic mushrooms and were topped with a creamy butter garlic sauce. They were served with crispy toast points coated with a thin layer of a garlic paste. There were three for each of us, which was the perfect amount. It was a phenomenal first course.

  We were then served a small Caesar salad, prepared tableside. It was fun to watch the chef mash the fresh anchovy into a paste, squeeze the fresh lemon juice into the mix, and emulsify the egg into the dressing. He topped the salads with freshly baked croutons and crispy bacon. It was delicious.

  Our dinner consisted of some kind of tropical white fish and asparagus—I had told them not to serve any potatoes or rice, because I didn’t want us to get too filled up. The fish was light in texture and was garnished with fresh lime juice and herbs. It was simple and perfect.

  Dessert was a small piece of cheesecake topped with a chocolate-covered strawberry. We drank chilled white wine through the meal and had Prosecco with our dessert. Everything was delicious.

  When we finished the meal, the waiter cleared everything from the table and brought us an after-dinner drink. He and the guitarist disappeared without us even noticing; we were so focused on one another that we didn’t see either of them leave. When I realized they were gone, I walked over to the stereo and put on some music. Then I approached Katie, stretched out my hand to her, and said, “Would you care to dance, Mrs. Collins?”

  She reached for my hand and said, “It’d be my pleasure.”

  We danced slowly to the music, the sound of the surf in the background. I’m not exactly sure which sound we were dancing to, but it was special. I loved being in her arms. As we swayed back and forth, our hands started to wander up and down our bodies. I liked the height she’d gained from her heels. It made her body line up perfectly with mine. It felt so sensuous. I pulled her closer to me, cupping her ass and pressing our midsections closer together. It fueled her as much as it did me. I could feel our hearts begin to beat faster. Our kisses began to deepen. I started explore her mouth and she made those sounds that warmed my heart and heightened my senses.

  “Please take me, Bryce,” she begged.

  “It would be my pleasure, Katharine.”

  I scooped her up into my arms and walked into the bedroom. I unzipped her dress and helped her step out of it. She didn’t have underwear on, and that made me want her even more. Her pushup bra made her cleavage more delectable than ever. I wanted to do so many things to this woman that I didn’t know where to start.

  She kept her shoes and bra on, and I kissed her hungrily. I eased her to a sitting position on the edge of the bed and knelt down between her legs. Now this was the dessert I’d been waiting for. I didn’t have the patience to go slowly, but I knew I would. It was our last night here, and I was determined to savor every last minute. Within minutes, she was squirming and screaming my name.

  As s
he recovered, I slipped out of my clothes. When she was able to stand, I helped her up and turned her around. My body was hard against her, and I fondled her breasts while I kissed the back of her neck. She always shivered when I did this, so I just kept doing it. I loved feeling the goose bumps surface on her skin. As I made love to her neck and ears with my mouth, she wiggled her ass closer to me. I reached one hand down her belly and over her clit. She was swollen and wet and needy for more.

  With her heels on, she was in a perfect position for me to take her from behind. I put some pillows in front of her. She leaned over them. Her ass was in my face, and I was ready.

  “Hang on, Kitten. I plan to take you hard,” I warned her.

  “Please, please. I need you.”

  I shoved my penis deep inside her. The angle was perfect with her heels on—those definitely needed to be added to our repertoire. She yelped at the intrusion, because I’d entered her so quickly. As soon as her body adjusted to mine, she begged for it to be harder. I cupped her gently for support, and so there was pressure on the part where she needed it the most. I had about sixty pounds on her, so it wouldn’t take much for me to knock her off balance. My other hand held on to her hip as I pounded her over and over again. It was fast and furious and unbelievable. We came together in time with the waves in the background. It was a magical moment that I will remember for as long as I live.

  When we were able to regain our composure, I guided her out to the pool. I carried our after-dinner drinks with us. We hung out and enjoyed the balmy air and the beautiful sky. We held hands and sat quietly for the longest time. Neither of us wanted this week to end. Sadness started to seep in.

  “It’s not the end, Kitten. It’s the beginning of our whole lives.”

  She smiled and nestled closer to me.

  55

  The next few years were a whirlwind. I worked ridiculously long hours, as did Bryce. We tried to have dinner together whenever we could. Sometimes it wouldn’t be until ten or eleven at night, but we’d made a pact to spend a little time together at the end of every day.