Chapter 39
Icouldn”t remember having this much fun with anyone. It was intimate yet simple, and it truly felt that I could remain in her presence forever. I was well aware that this was not the preferable way to go, but I couldn”t help it because I wanted to know everything that I possibly could about her. As we ate, I couldn”t continually suppress the questions that I had, especially about her work.
”Is photography something you want to do forever?” I asked. ”Or is it just a hobby?”
”Forever,” she instantly replied, and I couldn”t help but smile at her assertiveness. ”I”m in love with it, so anywhere it takes me, no matter how big or small, I”m ready to go.”
I completely understood her, and it made me nod.
”You are the same in a way, right?” she asked after another long silence.
I was startled at what she was saying, but she soon explained.
”You liked fitness,” she said. ”You quit your high paying 9-5 to pursue it.”
This made my entire chest flood with warmth, but of course, I made sure to control my expression to convey the image that I was as uninvested as possible.
”Yeah,” I replied. ”I grew to like the business because of my dad. He had gyms; however, he didn”t want me to go that route. He”d tried to grow his business using the brick-and-mortar route, but after running into severe problems about a decade or more earlier, he sort of gave up on that.”
”Until you brought the licensing business model,” she said, and I nodded.
”Yeah. That revolutionized everything.”
Nodding, she set the fork down to take a sip of the wine, and I watched once again as she ensured to close her lips around where mine had been. Once again, it was so simple, yet I felt the effect in my chest in a way that I couldn”t quite describe.
We weren”t dating, so I had no claim whatsoever to her, but in that moment, I felt as though she was completely mine. She was definitely treating me like this was the case.
”Do you have any advice for me?” she asked. I was surprised to hear this.
”Pertaining to what?” I asked.
”My company, and how to increase it from personal one-on-one service related to something much bigger and scalable.”
“You don’t want to be involved in the personal side?” I asked, loving that we were having such a technical conversation like this because business growth was one of my favorite things to converse and strategize about all the time, with anyone.
I nodded then and thought of her question, and eventually, I came up with a suitable answer.
”You need to know where the money is,” I said. ”At the time, I wanted to be emotional about the business and simply wanted to keep growing the gyms, but when my father”s business started dwindling, I knew that we needed to step up or be forced to step down. I was really intrigued by the challenge by then, so I started attending lots of courses, and that was when I found out that we could license out the business”s marketing methods.”
“Using my marketing methods, the gyms started getting filled when I implemented them. And then I quit my job when I saw how effective it was and joined fitness altogether.”
At my words, she nodded, perhaps trying to decipher how she could implement these in her own work.
“Follow the hunger,” I told her. “If money is your gift, find the people who are the most hungry in your field and satisfy their hunger. Your business will explode as a result.”
She nodded again, and then she asked, “You prefer business to fitness now?”
He nodded. “Yeah. Fitness was a start, but that”s because I wanted to get strong. Afterward, the thrill of implementing strategies to ensure business growth became the main drug. And it is one with limitless potential, so I deeply enjoy it.”
She nodded again; however, I was beginning to get whiplash, so I reached out and stopped her, much to her amusement.
“What is it?” she asked, amused.
“The nodding,” I told her, and she laughed even harder.
“Alright, sorry,” she said and tried to nod again, but her hand went around her neck.
“Sorry.”
Shaking my head, I leaned forward to kiss her and lost myself in the kiss. We were more or less already done with dinner, and with this one moment, the atmosphere had changed. We kissed for so long and so deeply that I forgot where I was. Not until I somewhat heard voices coming from the entrance to the house. Our privacy had been interrupted, but the last thing I wanted was for the night to end.
“If we were back in my apartment in the city, I would have taken you right here,” I told her.
She blushed so hard that she almost couldn’t meet my gaze. And then she cleared her throat.
“I understand. I would have been thrilled.”
Such a dorky response, and I watched her as she took our dishes and went to drop them into the sink.
I rose up then, took the bottle of wine along and began to head up the stairs. She came with me, and neither of us said a single word to the other. There was no need to. The moment was charged, the night dark and intimate, our hearts connected. We didn’t need to speak further to understand what was going to come next. I was brimming with excitement as a result, nearly unable to control it, but I had to think about where we were.
“Your room or mine?” I asked when we reached her floor.
She gave this a thought and then responded.
“Mine. If anything goes wrong, I can always claim that you came to my room and not the other way around.”
Much to her alarm, I was slightly stumped by this; however, my alarm soon turned to humor when I realized just how startled this made her.
“I mean, what could possibly go wrong?” I asked, and she spent the next five minutes listing out whatever she was able to pull out of her head and ass.
“Sudden walking baby, nosy relatives, screaming pickle, singing wind - “
I listened to all her attempts to tear a laugh out of me and felt my heart endeared to her even more. I played along though and listened; however, none were funny enough. Eventually, we arrived in her room, and I noticed the slight disappointment in her face. She pouted in protest, but that was soon gone from her face when I leaned forward and took her lips in a kiss.
Tonight, I had to have given out the most kisses I ever had, and yet it wasn’t enough. I”d never even really been a big fan of it, but with her, it felt like I was connecting in a way that I couldn’t explain. It was beyond just kissing, but instead the softness acts of submission and synergy, and it was more than enough to nearly force my heart out of my chest.
Eventually, though, and when we had to catch our breaths, I pulled away and looked into her eyes.
“I want to eat you out,” I told her, and she blushed once again.
She didn’t say a word. Instead, she glanced back at the bed behind her, but I had other ideas. Holding her hand, I took her over to the tall wall with windows on the south side of the room and sat her on one of the single chairs. The view beyond was of our manicured gardens, the pool, and the beach beyond.
It was incredibly beautiful, all lit dimly by moonlight and a scene I always wanted to remember. The windows were slightly open, and a slight breeze managed to come in that slightly blew the soft, floral lace of her curtains.
It was all like a picture, and as I turned to the woman seated before me with her legs spread, I stopped and took the moment needed to capture and store a digital image in my head.
I lowered then, my eyes fixed on hers as I approached, and she seemed to shiver with anticipation. I leaned forward, and to my delight, found that she didn’t have any underwear on. She had been about to fall asleep when I headed in, so this was understandable. It gave me so many naughty ideas because from now on, I was for sure going to find a way to check if she was severely underdressed anytime she headed out of the house.
“I’m going to check from now on, you know,” I said as I leaned forward to lick up her mound.
Her entire body shook in excitement, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned even further into the chair.
“That’s dangerous,” she managed to rasp out, and I smiled as I savored the taste of her. She was so aroused, so sensitive…
So greedy.
My hand dug into her hips, yet it couldn’t stop her from writhing and from grinding her sex into my mouth. My tongue pushed into her pulsing hole, and at the stroking of my thumb against her swollen clit, I was rewarded with a fresh dose of her release.
She moaned and called out my name over and over again, like a prayer, desperate, affectionate… infatuated.
I couldn’t get enough of her movements. They were so electric, so sensual… it drove me crazy to see how I could bring her completely under control. Without this, she was a tough cookie, stern, focused, reserved. But, here, in the intimacy of this moment and in my mind, she had completely submitted to me, and I adored her for it.
“Drake,” her hand reached for my head as she moaned, needing something solid to hold on to. Grabbing hold of her legs, I parted them even wider and slung them over my shoulders. My head lowered once again, my hand and finger working in tandem, and she fell apart.
She came with a scream that she tried to control. Her hand slapped over her mouth, while the other dug into the chair’s handle. She tried her best to pull away, beyond sensitive, and I allowed her to but only after sucking on her clit one more time. I was ravenous now and needed to be inside of her and soon grabbed her as though she weighed nothing and took her to bed.