“You’re right. I totally highjacked your story. I’m sorry.”
“You’re forgiven. And back to your earlier point, yes…it’s very much like the benefits of meditation. Honestly, there are times he pushes the pleasure so far, I end up in a meditative state. But it isn’t only my mind. It’s my whole body, maybe even my soul. It’s deep, and according to Ian, that’s where most of the healing takes place,” I explain, hoping it doesn’t sound strange. Though, it did seem strange to me, at first, there is no denying the sense of freedom within myself.
I can see that Erika is loving this conversation as she adds, “I know some people…well, a lot of people…would think that’s weird or total BS that excuses what they would consider disgraceful, it’s really not. It’s beautiful! I mean, it wipes away all pretention, cuts through that thick layer of expectation that society bogs us down with, and exposes the real you. And!…the only way you get there is through trust and love and the most fantastic gift we, as humans, received…carnal pleasure. This is truly poetic!” She announces that boatload of information loudly, causing me to look around the restaurant, worried someone might be listening.
Laughing, I shake my head and say, “Yes, it is. That’s why humans have been writing about it for thousands of years. But I’m curious… How many cups of coffee have you had today?” I ask, laughing a little harder as I see her counting them in her head.
“Haha! Funny. I can’t help it if you and Ian inspire me to think about sex more three-dimensionally, so to speak. I mean, it’s always fun and feels amazing, even beyond amazing if he’s especially good at it, but you guys add this extra layer. It must be the soulmate factor. It makes it so deep…almost primal,” she says, lifting her arm up toward me. “Look! It gives me chills!”
Laughing at her reaction to my sex life, I go to respond, but my phone pings an interruption. “Speak of the devil.”
Ian: You need to bring the rest of your things over to my place. It’s time for you to officially move in.
“Ugh!” I groan without thinking.
“What’s wrong? Surely the devil had something yummy to say.”
“He wants me to officially move in,” I reply, hearing the doubt in my own voice and wondering why the hell I’m making this so complicated.
“Yeah. And?” Erika questions. “Sounds like heaven to me. Last time we all got together at his penthouse, I told Jackson and Becca that Ian must have the best view in all of Miami. It’s awesome! Living there, you’d have your sunrise, the sunset, and everything in between. What else could you ask for? And it’s free!”
Before answering, I text Ian back.
Me: I pretty much live there now, Ian.
“I know. I’m there all the time and I love it so much and…I mean…I know I’m going to move in eventually, it’s just…” I pause because I know my justification no longer has any merit, yet it stands firm in the back of my mind like the Queen’s Guard at Buckingham Palace, not budging from position, no matter what. “…I like having my condo, available and paid for by me. I know it has everything to do with my mother’s dependence on my father and it is clear evidence of the deep scars left in their wake. You’d think acknowledging it would make it go away, but it doesn’t,” I finish just as Ian replies.
Ian: It’s not the same. I want you to consider my home your home. I thought that’s what you wanted. You seem happy there. I don’t understand why you fight me on this every time I bring it up.
Damn, he’s getting upset with me, and I hate that. So I send a reply that could probably be considered a white lie since the truth would likely not go over well. For him or me.
Me: Please don’t be upset with me. It’s more me putting off the hassle of packing all the stuff I hardly use. Everything I need is already at your place
I’ve barely turned my attention back to Erika and he’s already texted again and hasn’t missed the opportunity to back me into a corner.
Ian: If that’s the case, then we’ll do it this weekend. I’ll help so you don’t have an excuse anymore.
Sibel storms in and hits the “Be a bitch because he’s being a pushy jerk” button, but I shut her down so she doesn’t start an unnecessary argument.
Me: Okay…but don’t be mad at me when you see how much stuff I have in my little condo.
* * *
Ian: I would be surprised if you didn’t have a lot of stuff. Btw, we are taking Nana out for sushi tonight. She specifically requested you be there or she’s not going.
Hmm…he got his way, so we are on to the next topic. Brat!
Me: That will be fun. I wouldn’t miss it. What time?
* * *
Ian: We’re picking her up at 6:30.
* * *
Me: Perfect! I’ll see you then.
* * *
Ian: Why don’t you leave work early so I can make you cum all over my tongue before we leave.
My God… When he talks like that, even over text, it sends a bolt of electricity straight through my body, landing joyously between my legs.
“Ummm…” Erika chimes in after waiting patiently. “I just witnessed a full range of facial expressions all in less than three minutes. You went from defensive to compassionate to pissed off to sugary sweet to completely turned on. Can I please read that full exchange so I can make sense of all that?” Her hands draw out a circle around me to reinforce her question.
Laughing out loud at her observation, I say, “I’m sorry. That man gets me so flustered I lose track of what I’m doing. Evidently, he’s helping me pack the rest of my stuff this weekend, I’m officially moving into his place, we are having dinner with Nana tonight, and he’s going to make me cum all over his tongue before we go.”
With a straight face and deadpan tone, she says, “I’m really going to have to work hard at forgiving you for stealing my lottery ticket.”
Still laughing, I dab the corners of my eyes with my napkin so my mascara doesn’t smear, just as my phone pings again.
Ian: You left me hanging on that text…why?? You know what that’s going to lead to.
Oh my God! I literally felt my nipples harden and heat flush between my legs.
Me: I’m at lunch with Erika, she distracted me. But I’m glad she did. Your text turned me on instantly and now my pussy is wet.
I don’t think a second passes and my phone rings, spiking my heart rate even more. I’m excited and nervous at the same time and Erika is looking at me like I’ve got three heads. On the third ring, I answer, “Hello.”
Ian’s deep voice sends chills across my skin. “Are you testing me on purpose?”
The logical part of my mind is wondering how the hell that simple question spoken in that delicious, commanding voice was like adding jet fuel to my arousal. “Um…no. What do you mean?”
“I’ll show you precisely what I mean. Be naked and standing at the foot of the bed with your back to the door at exactly 4:30. Don’t be late.” And he hangs up.
Looking down at my phone, because I can’t bring myself to look at Erika right now, I let the anticipation and heat flow through me as my clit starts to gently throb, causing me to squeeze my legs together, instinctively looking for pressure. I want to text him back and tell him that I’ll meet him there right now. But I know he’s making me wait on purpose, and if I push it, he’ll make me wait even longer.
“If I’m not mistaken, your arousal vibes just made everyone in the restaurant’s phone glitch out. You do realize you’re still sitting in a public place…right?” Erika says with a smirk.
Snapping out of it, I quickly look up at her, the dullness of my mind believing her sarcasm. Throwing her head back laughing, she adds, “Clearly, you don’t! Either you’re easy or he’s really good, because you just lit up like a match—no, like a freaking blow torch—in a matter of seconds!” Still laughing, she picks up the drink menu and starts fanning me. I know that my face is red and it’s not from embarrassment.
Giggling as I wipe the moisture from my hands, I re
spond. “Somehow, I managed to wake up the beast and for that; my day just got a lot more interesting. He wants me naked and waiting for him at precisely 4:30.” I use my napkin to wipe the dampness from my neck. “Just thinking about it gives me a mini orgasm!”
“Wow. Ya know, if you were a true friend, you would at least invite me to watch.”
Falling for her sarcasm, again, I look up at her only to find our teenaged waiter standing within earshot with his mouth hanging open and a look of confusion mixed with arousal on his face. Erika spots him, too, and neither of us can help it as we bust out laughing, watching the poor guy flee the scene.
Erika reaches into her purse and throws some money on the table. “Here, lunch is on me. We’ve gotta get out of here. I can’t bear the thought of what that boy’s getting ready to go do in the bathroom. You do understand we’re going to be his spank bank material for the next three months, at least!”
“Oh nice, Erika! What’s with you and the spank bank?” I say, grabbing my paper napkin as we go so I can fix my mascara in the car. “Thanks for that unwanted visual!”
As soon as we’re out the door, she hooks her arm through mine, still laughing, and says, “Payback, sister.”
Twenty-Four
Ian
Nana gets annoyed if we have to wait more than ten minutes for a table, so I called in a reservation to ensure we were seated right away. It’s a good thing I did because this place is packed tonight. The sushi is excellent here, and even though the decor is ultra-modern and dripping with style, the atmosphere is warm and inviting. It’s a known hotspot in Miami and it’s not uncommon to see celebrities and other prominent people dining here.
I have to smile as I watch Charlotte innocently talking to Nana, completely oblivious that half the patrons are staring at her, wondering if she’s a celebrity. She is stunning, as always, but not showing it off like so many others do… Another thing about her I find very appealing.
Noting my attention, she pauses her conversation, offering me a natural smile. “What?” The innocence in her expression takes my breath away.
“Nothing. Just love-struck and mesmerized by your beauty.”
“Hmmm…I’ve still got it, then? You’re not tired of looking at me yet?” She laughs and playfully nudges Nana’s shoulder and points at me. “What do you think, Nana? Maybe I’ll have him wrapped a little longer?”
Without missing a beat, Nana pipes in with, “From the looks of your wrists, it appears you’re the one that’s been wrapped…to the bed, perhaps?”
Charlotte’s face turns crimson as her jaw falls open, looking at me, hoping I can throw her a lifeline. She can’t see the smirk on Nana’s face, but I can, and I’m trying hard not to laugh.
“Nana. Was that necessary?” My tone is reprimanding.
“What? Don’t act so virginal, you two. I’m observant, and I wasn’t going to say anything, but then the opportunity presented itself…and I just couldn’t resist.” She’s grinning from ear to ear and turns to Charlotte. “Don’t worry about it, honey. I’m not scandalized by it and neither should you be. That’s the best thing about a healthy relationship with your partner—all the fun kinky stuff you get to do!”
She’s right about that. After Charlotte tested my resolve earlier and I told her to be waiting, naked, at the foot of the bed, I had a hard-on for the rest of the day that was damn near uncontrollable. I could see her in my mind, standing there with her back to me, her flawless creamy skin waiting for my touch, submitting to her need for me to take control. When I arrived home at exactly 4:30, I was not disappointed. She stayed still, knew better than to look back at me as I entered. I could sense her arousal from across the room and as I got closer, I could smell her mouthwatering scent that I had been craving all day. “Open your legs,” I said, standing behind her, but not touching. She did, stepping her feet apart to give me access. I waited several seconds longer before reaching under to slide my fingers across her pussy, which was wet and slippery, as I knew it would be. I played with it, enjoying its warmth, feeling it swell, knowing I could make her cum instantly…if I allowed it. Swirling my finger around her clit, I heard her whimper. Bringing my mouth close to her ear, I said, “Don’t cum,” right as I pushed two fingers inside her and bit down on the meat of her shoulder where it curves to join her delicate neck. She almost lost the battle. The hours of anticipation were too much of a build-up, so I released her before she reached the point of no return.
Keeping her there, not letting her look at me, I gently placed the blindfold over her eyes then turned her around, devouring her lips and tongue in a kiss designed to make her beg. Which she did…or at least tried before I took her erect nipples between my fingers, stealing her voice as I kept her on the edge of orgasm. Once I had her tied to the bed, I teased her gently with the soft tips of her favorite flogger, then abused her breasts and nipples with perfectly executed snaps of the leather strips. Her back arched as she panted my name, each repeated syllable causing more blood to rush to my stiff cock. She begged for me to fuck her, but I did not. I was greedy and high on her lust. I engorged myself on controlling her pleasure, and when I brought out the vibrator that I chose specifically for her anal pleasure, carefully put it into place, then prepared her for double penetration with my fingers, she could no longer hold back as a powerful orgasm took hold. It was magnificent to watch… Charlotte, her gorgeous body flexed and arching, her arms spread wide as the ties on her wrists pulled tighter, her swollen mouth open and begging right below her blindfolded eyes, as her body trembled through the release.
After that glorious event, I decided to keep the vibrator in her ass while I fucked her through her second and third orgasms. The simultaneous pleasure of her tight pussy milking me and the vibration on the sensitive underside of my cock was enough to make my vision go black, my orgasm was so intense. Thinking about it now has me instantly rock hard. Thankfully, it’s hidden under the table.
Charlotte is still speechless, mouth opening and closing like the proverbial fish out of water. I mouth to her, It’s okay, and give her a reassuring nod. The look on her face says, How did she know? And I smile because Nana has uncanny abilities, like a master spy, taking in every subtle detail and coming up with the right conclusion. But to look at her you’d never in a million years suspect it. She knows it, too. That’s why she misbehaves the way she does, because it is so entertaining…for her.
I intervene so Charlotte isn’t left sitting there in shock. “To drastically change the subject,” I say, looking at Nana sternly as she shrugs, then looks around the restaurant as if she’s totally innocent, “Charlotte is officially moving in with me this weekend. Isn’t that excellent news?”
The slight narrowing of Charlotte’s eyes tells me that she is not altogether happy about me bringing it up. Likely because she knows Nana will be on my side, since on more than one occasion, she has requested that I “plant my seed” so we can get married and give her some great-grandbabies.
Always on cue, Nana raises her glass for a toast. “Great news. Here’s to the next step: getting knocked up. Or you can get married first, I don’t care the order, just as long I have some babies to spoil.”
Charlotte is very hesitant to raise her glass and is looking at me like, What the fuck, babe?
Trying to appease Nana and diffuse Charlotte, I say, “You never know what fate has in store, Nana, but Charlotte and I plan on enjoying each other first before starting a family. Beyond that, I happen to be old-fashioned and intend to make Charlotte my wife before she becomes the mother of my children.” I see Charlotte’s eyes soften as her skin turns rosy, causing that familiar rush—the one that makes me want to get on my knees and beg her to spend eternity with me, to never leave my side. I have every intention of doing just that, and it will be special when it happens, but I have to wait.
She has come a long way from when we first met, when she was locked away inside the fortress her parents forced her in to. But every so often I can see remnants of he
r fear come to the surface. I’m afraid if I ask her to marry me now, it would be too much too fast, and I can’t risk scaring her away.
“Even though the selfish old lady in me wishes she was pregnant now, I can’t help but love and respect you even more for doing right by this girl.” She leans over and puts her arm around Charlotte, squeezing her to her tiny frame.
Charlotte bends her head so that it rests practically on top of Nana’s and closes her eyes as the warmth of Nana’s love surrounds her. They have become very close over the past few months, as I knew they would. Charlotte was drawn to my grandmother’s maternal nature instantly, allowing it to fill the void in her heart left behind by her own mother.
Charlotte turns and kisses her forehead. “Thank you, Nana. It will happen eventually, and you will be the best great-grandmother ever.” Her smile is sincere, even though I know she is nowhere near ready to start a family.
“Thank you, dear. But don’t wait too long. I’m not getting any younger. Plus, I need to catch up to Judy. She’s got two great-grandchildren she’s constantly going on about, and I have to say, they are pretty cute considering how unattractive the parents are.” She’s dead serious, shaking her head as if she can’t figure out how these people actually made cute kids.
Charlotte chuckles and tries to be tactful by saying, “Well, all babies are cute, Nana.”
“Ha! Oh, no, they’re not! I’ve seen some ugly babies in my day. I had a cousin that had five of them, but lucky for them, two grew up to be okay-looking. No such luck for the other three.”
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