CHAPTER EIGHT

Rebecca

 

“Good morning, angel.”

I opened my eyes to see Chris seated beside me with a tray of food and coffee in his hands. I smiled broadly as I turned to face him.

“Good morning, dearie,” I replied and kissed him on the lips.

“Trust you slept well,” he said.

    “I definitely did,” I replied with a wink.

“You are such a naughty baby,” he said and kissed me back on the lips.

    “I’m just following in your footsteps,” I replied.

“I brought you something to eat. There is a bowl of fruits, sandwich, and coffee,” Chris said.

    “Thanks, dearie. Where is yours?” I asked as I scooped some of the diced fruits into my mouth.

    “I have had some already. I just want to watch you eat,” replied Chris.

I stared at him and continued eating, I finished every single piece of my sandwich because it tasted so nice.

    “The sandwich really tastes good,” I said to Chris as I sipped my coffee.

“I’m glad you liked it. It’s not every day I get to prepare a meal for someone else apart from me,” replied Chris.

    “I’m so happy I decided to come here, Chris. All thanks to Mrs. Olsen for this very thoughtful holiday,” I said with a smile.

    “In fact, all thanks to Mrs. Olsen for everything. I’m happy I met you, Becca. I’ve felt nothing but joy since I met you,” Chris said as he cupped my face in his hands.

    “Me too. Looking back at the times before I met you, I still wonder how I could have thought I had a complete existence back then,” I said with a thoughtful look on my face.

    “You did have a complete existence, ma cheri. It just got better,” Chris replied.

“You are just the best. Aren’t you going to work?” I asked, concerned that he was still home at this time.

    “Don’t bother your head, dear. I already informed Larry that I’ll be coming in late today. He is quite enthusiastic that you are around and says that he can’t wait to meet you,” Chris said as he put down the tray containing the food and the bedside table and laid beside me.

“I can’t wait to meet him either. I should be able to meet with him in these few days that I’m around,” I said.

    “Yeah, you should. I will speak with him when I get to the office later today. How does a dinner date at their place sound?” asked Chris.

    “Sounds awesome,” I said.

“That’s settled then. What is your schedule like? Don’t tell me you intend to mope around this house till I return later in the evening?” Chris said with an eyebrow raised.

“Not at all. I intend to check up on my parents and spend some time with them,” I replied.

    “That’s cool. Hope they won’t be disappointed that you are not staying with them for the duration of your short holiday?” asked Chris.

    “Not at all. Trust me when I say my parents will be glad I’m not staying with them. The fact that I actually have somewhere else to stay in Chicago apart from my place and a hotel is news that will definitely make their day,” I said with a wide grin.

    “Oh ... That’s quite something,” Chris replied with a smile.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Well, I guess I’ll just call you later in the day to brief you about the dinner with Larry and his family and we will decide on where to meet,” Chris said.

    “Sounds like a plan,” I replied as I snuggled close to him.

Chris and I spent another two hours in bed before he stood to dress up for work. I prepared to go out too after calling my parents to fix a lunch date for later in the day when they would be both free.

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The lunch with my parents was interesting as usual as they brought me up to date on several things including the recent marriages of some of our friends’ daughters and, of course, rounded it out with the same old question about whether there was someone I wanted them to know about. In previous times, my answer had always been no, but I surprised them this time around.

“Are you really serious, or you are just pulling our legs?” Mom asked. I could see the shocked look on her face and I could bet anything that she was already picking out a color for my wedding already.

Dad was just as calm as he always had been. He told me he was happy for me and that he looked forward to meeting the young gentleman. I just hoped they wouldn’t be shocked when they finally got to know that the ‘young gentleman’ was about thirteen years older than me. I didn’t really need to be worried about that anyway since my parents had always shown the ability to be openminded about situations.

I must admit it worried me at times though, maybe not the age thing itself, but the fact that Chris might leave me for another lady his age who actually understood him better than I did. He often claimed that I was the best thing that had ever happened to him, but was still skeptical. He was a handsome and rich man who had everything going for him and he decided to be with me? He could have had any lady he so desired, so why me? This was a classic case of Cinderella and the Prince and I just hoped I didn’t end up getting hurt.

    I promised my parents that they would get to meet the mystery man soon and they seemed appeased by that. I told them a bit about my relationship with Chris but I tried as much as possible not to reveal specific details. I wrapped up my discussion with my parents and headed straight to the apartment to prepare for the dinner with Larry and his family. I bought a burgundy flair gown on my way back from town as I wanted to look as presentable as possible. I didn’t want Chris’s friend to think I was just another gold digger who wasn’t worth Chris’ status and was only after him for the money. You could never tell how rich people thought.

As much as I was skeptical, I still felt I was taking things too seriously. From what I had heard about Larry, he didn’t seem like someone who would think in such a manner. He must be Chris’s friend for a reason and so there really was no need for me to fret.

    Chris was quite different from the majority of the rich persons I knew and saw on social media. He was quite simple and kept a low profile. I was sure he must be worth quite a lot, especially with the kind of contracts his company took. I was not sure about the exact figure though because we never discussed money. It was like an unspoken rule in our relationship. I didn’t talk about it at all, and I guess because I didn’t, he never brought it up.

Chris arrived an hour later and we drove in the tinted car down to Larry’s place. It was quite the place with front gates and courtyard that spanned over a mile. There was someone at the gate to welcome us and a butler at the entrance to the main building itself. We handed over the wine we had brought for the Nelsons and went into the dining room. It was a really exotic and interesting dinner. The two children of the family were away at boarding school so it was just the four of us at the dinner.

“You really have a nice place here,” I said to them over the meal.

“Thank you very much. Larry and I made sure we were involved in every decision concerning the house and that’s why we can call it our home. Though it might look big and all, it still feels small to us because we know every single detail of this house,” replied Jasmine.

“Don’t let my wife bore you with too many details about house structuring, dearie. Are you enjoying your meal?” asked Larry.

“I’m really enjoying it. It’s just very lovely,” I said with a smile.

“I wish I could say I cooked it, but I’m sure Jasmine would never let me live it down for trying to take the praise for her awesome cooking,” Larry said to the laughter of everyone at the table.

The food was really good, and I could not help but admire Jasmine’s cooking skills. It was indeed a homemade meal. The chicken was slathered in pepper sauce and it was well seasoned.

    We discussed some more as we moved from our main meal to our dessert. Afterwards, Larry and Christopher excused themselves, probably to discuss some business issues as Chris had informed me that sometimes Larry and he did work together. I helped Jasmine in clearing the table and putting away the dishes.

I realized that Larry and his wife Jasmine were really pleasant persons and I was quite glad I hadn’t fretted too much. Larry was quite jovial and left me holding my sides all evening from continuous laughter. Chris and I got home and he parked the vehicle in the garage.

“I really had a nice time. It’s been a while since I laughed that much,” I said to Chris as he removed the key from the ignition.

“I’m glad you did,” he replied.

“They are very cool people,” I said.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet. You will get to see them in their true element when their daughters are back from school. Those ones have double the naughtiness and humor of their parents,” replied Chris.

“I can’t wait to meet them,” I said with a smile.

“Trust me, dearie, you can definitely wait. Those girls are a handful. I sometimes wonder how their parents cope with them,” remarked Chris.

“I hope to have some of my own too one day,’ I said softly.

    “Me too,” replied Chris as he drew me closer to himself and nibbled on my ears. I released a soft moan as the feeling went through entire body. I kissed him on the lips and planted kisses all the way down to his chest. He pulled me from the passenger’s seat and made me sit across him on the driver’s seat. He then unzipped my gown from the back and put his hands up my short gown.

    “I have wanted to do this all day,” he said as he ran his hands up and down my back.

“You know, I haven’t actually done it in a car before,” I whispered in his ears.

    “You haven’t done it in a lot of places, girlfriend,” he whispered back before stroking my sides softly with his fingers.

I let the gown slide to my waist and faced him fully; this was going to be a whole new experience for me. We had made love in the bathtub like I had seen in movies, in the kitchen, and now we would do it in the car.

“I like your scent.” I took in his musky cologne, Chris always wore sweet-smelling masculine perfumes.

“What else do you like about me?” His voice was low and seducing.

I bit my lower lip and returned his burning gaze. “What do you think?”

“I want you to suck my tongue.” I decided to get bold. I had fantasized about us doing so many crazy things; what was the point of keeping such sweet imaginations locked up in one’s head?

“I like that.” He caressed my head and parted his sensuous lips to accept my slender pink tongue that had been stretched out.

He sucked it gently while his hands ran over my body; his mouth was soft and sweet. I felt like eating him up. After some minutes of playing with my tongue, he moved his mouth to my lower lip and nibbled it firmly; it felt so good. He kissed me breathless.

“Chris.” A tiny moan escaped my half-opened mouth.

“What is it, honey?” He stopped kissing me and acted like he was unaware of the things he was doing to me. At this point, his hands had left my back. They were on my boobs and he was rubbing their tips.

“I …” I opened my mouth to speak but the words fled as his free hand drew a line from my mid-rib towards my thigh.

“I thought you meant to say something,” he replied with that innocent look. “I have a better idea. Let’s move to the back of the car. I’ll adjust the seats. There’s much more space there,” he replied. He was uncomfortable with the limited space in the front seat.

 

“Okay.” I crawled to the back while waiting for him to make the adjustments.

“So, where were we?” He returned.

“Here.” I unzipped his pants and grabbed his shaft.

“Becca …” He swallowed hard as I worked my fingers around the erect rod.

“You’ll enjoy this.” I made use of my two hands and rolled the rod in between. I focused on the tip. This gave him much pleasure, I could see it in his eyes.

I had seen people do crazy things like this in movies, heard of real-life stories of people making love in the car, but I had never believed I could be one of them.

“The things we do for love,” I murmured absentmindedly.

“You’re so good at this, baby. One would fail to believe that you were a novice in this department for a long time,” he groaned.

“I could do anything to make you happy.” I increased the pressure as I felt his release coming.

“Yes, baby, touch me, do it.” His groans increased before his juices poured on my hands and he fell on me.

“I liked it,” he whispered.

“Thank you,” I blushed.

“I think I have some unused papers. We can manage that.” He got some papers from his briefcase and wiped my hands on it.

I wiped the juices off. I was too focused, head bent down as I cleaned my hands, to notice he’d been watching me the whole time. When I finally looked up, my heart skipped; I felt butterflies swimming in my tummy as our eyes glued together. This was it. This had to be the answer. Was he my soulmate? Were we truly destined to be together?

“Why are you staring at me like that?” I stuttered. His brooding eyes could throw someone off balance. They were mysterious, hard to read; these qualities made them more alluring.

“Which sane man wouldn’t stare at you, Rebecca? Only a blind man would fail to see the beauty in you. You’re charming, sweetheart, and I am proud to have you as my girlfriend.” He stared deeply into my eyes as he spoke.

“I mean it.” He embraced me, I felt safe and secure in his hands. It was like the whole world had stopped when he held me so close.

“I am going to make this experience memorable,” he said, and pushed me on the seat.

I didn’t resist. I lay down naked on the backseat, just like a patient on the table waiting for her doctor to work on her.

“I want this to be perfect. Close your eyes, Becca, and raise your head a bit,” he instructed.

What was he up to? I didn’t argue. I did as he said and then I felt a soft cloth cover my eyes.

Blindfolded sex? I laughed inwardly. He was a man of his word; I wouldn’t forget this one in time.

He gently lowered my head down and began to place light kissed all over my body.

My senses were heightened. I felt him so close, my body yearned for him in all the right places as his wet mouth covered my breasts.

“Baby …” I cried out his name, his sucking sending wild shivers down my spine. My thighs were wobbly. I felt wet all over. Chris was killing me.

He didn’t speak a word in return. He moved his lips to my other breast while his hand caressed my thighs and parted them.

I took a deep breath because I knew the pleasure he would offer me from there would be enormous and I was right as his fingers began to dance inside me.

He rubbed my knob in circles and bit my nipples hard; a combination of these two acts had me spinning out of control.

I wriggled my waist in ecstasy. I moaned and kept calling his name; he remained silent all the while.

His fingers penetrated my core. I had never experienced this kind of pleasure before. He slid a wet finger into me and rocked me with it while his other hand rubbed my clit.

His touches built so much pressure in me and I began to scream as I reached the climax of this sweet torture.

“Chris …” I called out his name as I found my release.

“I am going to make love to you now.” He still had not removed the blindfold. I felt him climb on top of me, then settle between my legs as his shaft penetrated me, I knew this would be the best sex I had ever had with him.