Sitting in my office all I can seem to think about is how much of a clusterfuck last month was. In the weeks leading up to Portia’s visit, I had it all planned out in my mind. I was going to get her from the airport and we were going to go for a light dinner, before getting her settled in. Maybe have some wine after a shower and I wanted to fall asleep holding her. Of course, waking up was going to be fun, because there is no way I would have been able to make it out of the bed without fucking the shit out of my Angel.
But the minute my dad walked into my office with a casefile the size of a Kardashian Wikipedia site, I knew it all had been blown to shit. The most prominent part of me wanted to tell him to walk that shit to someone else. I have plans. But I always have in the back of my mind that I have this contract I have to finish out. After that I have no idea, but t least I will be free to choose.
Looking down at my calendar, I make sure once again everything has been cleared for the weekend. I am leaving in 4 hours and nothing is going to stop me. And I am not taking any work with me. I push my intercom button to buzz my secretary.
“Yes, mister Gentry. How may I help you?”
“Hey Lisa. I see my red-light blinking. What’s up?”
“Yes sir. There are five messages from your mom confirming dinner with your grandparents this weekend at the lake house.”
“I asked you to send her my apologies and tell her I couldn’t make it.”
“I did sir. She simply said “nonsense. He knows these gatherings are not optional. Remind him Lisa.”
Figures. My family is literally the epitome of a closed ranked cabinet. They feel as if they need to control everything. Well screw that. I am not going. I reach over to buzz Lisa and tell her as such, when she buzzes me first.
“Sir your mom is on her way back there. So sorry.” Shit. Here we go.
Not even, 30 seconds later in walks the Jackie Kennedy of Boston. Never a hair out of place, always polished, coordinated, and composed. Fucking Stepford Wife. I get up from my seat and walk over to the other side and kiss each of her cheeks.
“Mother. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Perry darling. I was on my way to the DB (Daughters of Boston) meeting and I thought I would come to remind you to make sure you groom for tomorrow. You know how your grandmother hates hair on a man’s face of a certain age. Also, she is bringing someone for you to meet.”
None of this is surprising, but it still pisses me off nonetheless.
“Mother. As I know you are aware, Lisa informed you I would not be present. I am going out of town and will not be returning until Sunday night. Please give the grands my apologies and tell them I will see them next time they come from on high.”
When I glance at her face, I need to do a swift recovery because the pinch of her nose and mouth in disapproval looks just like Angelica Huston from the movie witches. Funny as hell. She stares at me a few seconds too long and then finally says.
“Perry, I don’t know what has gotten into you. But you come from a family with expectations and rules. You know we have to present a united front.”
“Amongst each other? Well, then that is just sad. I am going away for the weekend. Period. Now if you excuse me, I have a 9:00 a.m. meeting.”
Walking down the hallway to the meeting I know it is a small step, but to me it is a giant step for young Gentry’s to come.
I let out a deep breath when I am finally sitting on the plane, ready to take off. So far everything has gone great and I should be in Minnesota in about three hours and 15 minutes thanks to JetBlue Airlines. I could have taken the family jet, but then my parents could look up my itinerary and who the hell wants to deal with that? That is also why instead of asking Lisa to book my flight I did it myself.
I have every intention of introducing Portia to my family when she comes up next month, but right now, no. I busy myself for the duration of the flight looking over the contracts Portia sent me about the clothing business and such making sure everything is in order. I was so engrossed with the task and enjoying myself that I didn’t realize how quick the time has gone, until I hear the flight attendant announce landing procedures.
Twenty minutes later I am disembarking and to my surprise there is my Angel waiting for me. She had said she was going to be in a charity meeting and would meet me at her new place.
Picking up speed down the ramp short of running, so I don’t look like a bad version of a Jim Carrey movie, I sprint to her as fast as I can. When she meets me halfway and catapults herself in my arms, I breathe a sigh of relief. This is what being home feels like.
“Angel.” I say kissing her senseless in the middle of the airport. “What are you doing here? I thought you had a meeting?”
“I did. But I missed you so much I sent my endowment lawyer as my proxy for the vote, so I could come to you instead.”
And therefore I call her Angel.
“So damn glad you did baby. So damn glad. Come on. Show me your new place.”
We walk out of the airport hand in hand and I must admit my chest puffs up a bit at having this beautiful woman on my arm. And all MINE.
The tension in the car is a mixture of anticipation and red-hot desire. My hand stays on her thigh rubbing it up and down the whole way there. I am coiled so tight I can barely stand it. When we finally make it to the apartment, I barely let her make it through the door before I have her in my arms. Her legs are wrapped around my waist and I am sucking her fucking lips off.
“Need to be in you right now Angel. I can’t wait. Unwrap your legs so I can unfasten these pants baby.”
Sucking her lip in her mouth she does as I demand, while I get my pants down and around my ankles. When I have my bottoms completely off, I fall to my knees and unzip her jeans. I take a second to build the tension by taking my time pulling them down. If the keening desperation I hear coming from her is any indication, she is just as ready as me. When I finally get her panties off I take a moment to run my nose in between her wet pussy, because though I am too impatient to lick and taste her how I like, I need the smell of her in my mind, while I fuck her.
Standing up, I lift her one more time and without preamble impale her on my cock. She screams out from the stretch.
“Ahh……God…Perry. I missed feeling you inside me so much baby.”
“Fuck Angel. I want to take my time and be gentle, while showing you how much I love you. but, I’m sorry I can’t. I need to get us both off right now, so I can take my time on the next one.” Using my nose to nudge her shirt up, I suck one of her sweet nipples in my mouth. I know this always makes her more ravenous. For good measure, I bite into it as I am sticking my finger on her clit. She screams her orgasm with her pussy squeezing and suffocating my cock within in inch of his life. Like a madman searching for his next high, I pull her on and off my cock in rapid succession.
“Fuck baby. I’m about to come. Keep squeezing baby. Let that pussy suck me dry. Take all my come and snuggle it in your womb, so you can give me sons. Shit. picturing you round with my baby is making me even harder. Tell me you want it Angel. You want everything I give you don’t you.”
“Yes. Yes Perry. Please. I am coming again.
“Come Angel. Ahh.” With her smashed up against the wall and all my weight on her. I move only my head enough to kiss her.
“Hi baby.”
“Hi.”
“I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” She says as she kisses me. Her legs start to unravel, but I let her know she cannot move. With her still impaled on my cock, I carry her into the bedroom. I have every intention of taking it nice and slow to show her how much she means to me. However, she blows that right out of the water.
“Did you mean everything you said to me downstairs? About…you know… baby stuff.”
She is so fucking cute, blushing and shit. My cock has grown harder inside of her, but I want to answer her question, while looking her in the eye.
I push some of the sweaty hair out of her face and kiss her lips loving the immediate access she gives me. When I feel her pussy start to pulse a bit, I know she needs me to move. But this is too important. Looking her in the eye, I tell her the truth.
“Yes, Angel. I meant every word I said, because I want everything with you. I know this seems impossible because of the distance, but I promise you one way or another it is only temporary. We will be together the way we are meant to. Do you trust me?”
I hold my breath, waiting. I know she has no reason too, except for the fact that I love her and would die before I hurt her.
“Yes. It’s crazy, but I do.”
I lean in and exhale into her mouth. “Good. Then, know I am telling you the truth.”
“I know Perry. And I want that too. I want to carry your seed and build a life with you.”
Damn. So much for taking it slow.
“Portia. Damn it. Every damn time I think I can make it last. Look at you. Hair splayed out like a fucking lusty Angel. You look like my every wet dream baby. You feel that?” I ask her as I pull my rock-hard cock almost all the way out of her and slowly put it back in.
“You feel how hard you have me all the time baby.” Every time I move, her moans get louder. Her pussy is like a vortex, sucking me in and holding me hostage.
I push her knees back up to her ears and look down. Big mistake. Watching her too small pussy, stuffed with my massive cock… motherfucker……it looks split in two.
“Perry……um……too deep……shit… I can feel you everywhere. My pussy loves your cock so much.”
“I know baby. Trust me I can see all your sweet cream on my cock. I got to pull out to taste it baby. I missed your flavor and I need it on my tongue.” My dick is protesting as I pull out slowly and drop to my knees. Taking that first initial lick is like having a hit you been missing.
“O baby even distance cannot make that pussy stop purring for me. Now be a good girl and let me see all that sugar.” I dive in and gorge myself on the very essence of my woman and I feel like a beast in the wild. It’s like she has the cure for what ails me, and I never want it to stop. When I have licked her till my mouth goes numb, I stand up, slam my way home, and ride us both to the end. Fuck. what a great welcome home.
Waking up the next morning in between kissing and making out, while simply staring at each other. We decide to meet Dex and Carrie for lunch to go over the contracts and spend the rest of the time here, alone.
When we finally make ourselves get up, showered, dressed, and out the door in record time. Walking into the restaurant it feels good to be back here. Relaxed and surrounded by people like me. Normal and in love.
“Hey man. Good to see you back.” Dex says, while patting my back.
“Yea man. Good to be back. Carrie. Beautiful as ever.”
“Thanks Perry. When you going to make it permanent and put my friend out of her misery?” I should have seen that coming. But it doesn’t bother me in the least.
“Soon Carrie. Very soon.” I say looking at my Angel.
“Well good. So Dex and I wanted you to meet us here, because we have an announcement…or two to make.” I look at Portia to see if she has any idea, but I can tell by her raised eyebrows she is just as intrigued as I am.
“We are having a baby and getting married in two months.” The women of course start to squeal, while I stand to congratulate my friend.
“Congrats man. I am happy for you.” I say as I shake his hand.
“Thanks. Now you need to get busy.” He tells me.
“Trust me. Working on it every chance I get.” I respond.
The rest of lunch is spent talking about the wedding and me being a groomsman. Of course, the ladies were all about baby talk. By the time we left the restaurant I am pooped, and I can tell Portia is as well. We make it back to her place and go over the contracts, which I am pleased to say are in excellent condition. Eventually, we conk out in front of the TV.
Waking up the next morning is the pits, because we went in and out of sleep so much with fucking and eating. We end up sleeping too long and it is a mad dash to the airport.
Walking away from her at the gate is the hardest thing I must do yet.
Not sure how many more times I can do it.