13. Chapter 13
Gerald approaches me as I stare out the window, taking in the expansive grounds and mentally comparing it to the tiny apartment Yara and I just left behind.
”You don”t seem like yourself,” says Gerald, his brow furrowed. ”The you that I”ve got to know up until now, I mean.”
I frown. He”s right. I”m not myself.
”I”m sorry, I don”t mean to appear ungrateful.” I pause, trying to find the right words. ”We just got here, and you”ve already done so much for us. It”s just a lot of change at once, I guess. As a mother, you always feel this overwhelming sense of responsibility for your child. You question every decision you make, wondering whether it”s in their best interest, or if you”re being selfish.”
”Alina,” he places his hand on my shoulder and gives it a gentle squeeze, ”I may not have known you for that long, but what I do know is you don”t have a selfish bone in your entire body.”
“Well, I appreciate you saying that,” I sigh. ”But am I really worth risking everything for? What if you change your mind and then we”re out on the streets? Or worse, we get deported back to the life we left behind?”
“You have nothing to worry about. Without you my life is nothing, Alina.”
“And what of Yara?”
“That’s a silly question, my love. You’ve always been a package deal. Like I’ve said since the day we met, I’ll take care of your daughter as if she were my own, and I’ll protect her as fiercely–or maybe even more so–as I’ll look after you.”
He gestures around the palatial room where Yara continues to squeal with excitement every time she makes a new discovery. “See? Doesn’t this go a long way to proving my intentions are real?”
”It does...” It”s hard to argue with a man who has just spoiled your daughter rotten after she”s gone without for so long.
I flash back to her joy at rummaging through the dumpster and finding a tiny stale piece of bread, and my stomach flip-flops at the contrast with her current situation.
”Let me show you more,” he says.
”But—”
Gerald puts up a hand to silence me. ”Alina, little lamb… please, just let me show you.”
He takes me by my hand and leads me to our bedroom where his lips brush against mine, feather-light and teasing.
His hands slide around my waist, his body pressing mine firmly against the wall.
He growls low in my ear, ”I”ve been dying to taste you again.”
His tongue darts out, tracing a hot line from my earlobe down my neck, sending chills down my spine.
God, why does he have this effect on me?
My hands tremble as I reach up to grip his shirt, as if I need something to hold onto to keep from melting into his arms.
His lips find mine once more, this time with more hunger. His tongue invades my mouth, tasting every crevice, possessing me in a way no man ever has.
I can”t help but surrender to him, my legs weakening with each sensation he ignites within me.
His hand moves up my thigh, the fabric of my dress offering scant resistance against the warmth spreading through me.
I moan into his mouth, my body aching for more.
Gerald”s hand continues its ascent, pushing the fabric of my dress up until he reaches the lace of my panties.
He growls, ”I knew you”d be wet for me.”
His fingers slip beneath the lace, finding me slick and ready for him.
I arch my hips into his touch, moaning as he expertly finds and rubs my swollen clit.
”Gerald... I can”t,” I pant, not quite sure if I”m protesting or begging him for more.
He only chuckles, his fingers delving deeper, curling into my wetness, and oh, God, it feels so good.
”You can,” he rasps in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. ”Tell me how bad you want me, Alina.”
”I... I...” I stammer, my cheeks flushing red with the knowledge that I”m a goner with just a few well-placed touches. ”Fine, I want you, okay? Just... please don”t stop.”
Gerald chuckles in response, his fingers picking up the pace, rubbing me in time with the music.
My nipples peek through my bra, aching for his touch, my core throbbing for him.
”That”s better, baby,” he growls. ”I knew you”d come around.”
The continued friction of his fingers against my clit pushes me over the edge.
My world shatters around me, my core contracting in the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.
I cling to Gerald, my nails digging into his broad shoulders as waves of pleasure wash over me.
As I come down from my high, I rest my head on his shoulder, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
”Thank you, Gerald. That was—”
Before I can finish my sentence, his lips are on mine again, silencing me.
His tongue invades my mouth, flavored with lust and desire, and I moan, collapsing into his embrace.
Gerald”s hands roam my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, until he reaches between my legs once more.
This time, he rips away my drenched panties.
My head spins with need as he buries two fingers inside me, working them with expert precision.
”Gerald,” I whimper, arching my hips into his touch. Screw everything—my doubts, my hesitations—this feels too good.
His lips trail down my neck, my nipples hardening in their wake.
He reaches my core, lapping at me like a starving man.
My knees buckle, but Gerald holds me up with ease.
His tongue flicks my clit, making my toes curl.
”God, Gerald, don”t stop,” I cry out, my eyes squeezing shut.
He chuckles darkly, only spurring me on more.
I grab handfuls of his silk sheets as he continues to feast on me, and I spasm around his fingers and tongue.
He knows my body too well, better than any man other than him has a right to.
”Come for me, Alina,” he growls, his voice dripping with dominance.
And come I do, my orgasm exploding through my body like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
My nails dig into the sheets, my entire body shaking as a surge of pleasure sweeps over me.
”Gerald,” I pant, collapsing onto the bed.
”I”m not done with you yet, my dear,” he purrs, flipping me over onto all fours.
I hear a cap being popped open, and then feel the cool sensation as Gerald applies lube to my back entrance.
Before I can protest, he begins to work his thick cock into my ass.
I cry out as he slides all the way into me, stretching me in a way I”ve never been before.
”Gerald!” I scream, caught off-guard by the unexpected intrusion.
”Relax, baby,” he soothes, thrusting in and out, his grip on my hips tightening. ”You”ve always been made for this.”
Despite my shock, I find myself giving in to the sensations. The fullness, combined with his fingers still teasing my clit, is overwhelming. My second orgasm is building now, larger than the first, a tsunami of pleasure ready to wipe me away.
”Gerald, I can”t take any more!”
”You can, and you will,” he growls, slamming into me harder, sending me over the edge.
Our mingled cries of ecstasy fill the room as we come together, my world shattering into a million pieces.
As our breathing slows, I turn over in Gerald”s arms, our hearts beating in tandem.
That was like nothing I”ve ever experienced.
Every one of my nerve endings feels individually raw, and my head hums in the afterglow.
Finally, it seems like I’ve done something right.
But then why is there a niggling feeling in the back of my head?