12. Chris
Its been a day. Well, thirty-two hours and twenty-six minutes since Gianna made that proposition.
Since then, I have been restless, wondering if she was being serious or not. This is why Im parked in front of a flower shop, getting her flowers and being more polite when I ask.
I have only given flowers to my mom and Nala once, and that was years ago. So, needless to say, I have no idea what Im doing or what to buy.
Does she even like flowers?
I couldnt ask Nala about it because it would make me suspicious, and the last thing I want is for Nala to find out about Gianna and me.
I finally get out of my car and close the door. A middle-aged woman walks out with both hands on her hips, staring into space as if deep in thought.
I immediately walk over to her, smiling politely. “Good morning, Maam.”
The womans eyes scan me from head to toe before she breaks into a wide smile. “I have every flower you can ask for. So please come in.” She ushers me in, and indeed, Im overwhelmed by the large assortment of different kinds of flowers.
All the sweet scents and vibrant colors make my jaw drop in awe. They are all so beautiful that I cant choose. I turn to look at the woman who is already looking at me expectantly.
“Uhm, could you help me pick out some flowers?”
The woman nods, beaming, “Of course, thats my favorite thing to do.”
She walks further inside and waves me over. “I will help you make a beautiful bouquet.”
She stands with her hands on her hips, looking around until her eyes stop on me. “Is the flower for your girlfriend? Wife? Husband? Boyfriend?”
My cheeks grow warm, and I awkwardly rub the back of my neck. “Something like that.”
“Ah, I see. Well then, I have the perfect flowers for you.” She walks around carefully selecting each flower with a trained eye.
After selecting the flowers, she expertly arranges them on a wooden bench and cuts the stems with precision. She weaves them together to create a stunning bouquet that looks more beautiful than any I’d seen before.
When shes finished, she hands over the flowers with a warm smile. “These are chrysanthemums. The red ones symbolize love,” she explains. “The white ones mean loyalty and devotion.”
Im stunned by her explanation. My grip on the flowers tightens as I suddenly feel like I have made a mistake. I am not about to profess my love to her—Im about to proposition her for my personal gain.
If this woman knew my intention behind getting these flowers, I doubt she would still be smiling warmly at me.
“I hope that your lover deeply appreciates them,” she says with a smile.
“Thank you so much.” After paying her and dropping a tip, I leave the flower shop with a heavy heart.
Now that I am parked in front of her apartment, doubts begin to creep into my mind. My grip on the steering wheel tightens as my mind spirals with different worst-case scenarios.
What if she was just joking? What if she throws the flowers in my face, and I end up looking like a fool?
The mere thought of her rejecting me is almost too much to bear. I am not a coward. Im not going to back out now that Im already here. Whatever happens, I will know I tried my best.
I take a few deep breaths and leave my car. As I enter the elevator, my mind rehearses the right words I will say to her. Hi Gianna, does your offer still stand? Hi, Gianna, I brought you flowers. Can I kiss you?
Fuck. Everything seems so pathetic.
Frustration creeps up on me as I struggle to find the right combination of words that will adequately convey my intention without sounding like a jerk.
As soon as the elevator opens, my nerves have grown more frayed. I step out and take a deep breath.
Chris, whats wrong with you? Why are you acting like a teenager asking his crush to prom? This is just a simple adult proposal, nothing else. Act like the man you are.
With a newfound confidence, I press the doorbell twice before the door opens.
My mouth goes agape as I stare at the beautiful woman in front of me.
Shes wearing a red satin night robe which barely reaches the top of her knee. Her hair is packed up in a messy bun, and her eyes are adorned with reading glasses. She looks so cute and sexy at the same time. I almost forgot what I was here for.
“What are you doing here?” she asks, frowning.
Theres no malice in her voice, just surprise.
“Uhm, I—” Damn it. Everything I rehearsed has gone down the drain, and I, Chris White, am speechless before a woman.
All I have to do is snap a finger and pick one, but now its different. Ive gone through the trouble of getting flowers just because I want to get in her pants one more time. Im so pathetic. I’ve gotten rusty.
Her eyes fall on the flowers in my hand, and her frown deepens. I recover myself.
“I, um, got you flowers,” I stammer.
She gives me an incredulous look and adjusts her glasses. “Why?”
“I wanted to apologize for my behavior last night.”
“You didnt have to get me flowers to apologize, but I appreciate it. Come in.”
She takes the flowers from me and opens the door widely for me to enter. I quickly recover from the shock of her acceptance and step in, catching a whiff of her strawberry shampoo.
“Please have a seat.” She points to a sofa in the living room. The same sofa we made out on several days ago. I wonder if she remembers.
“Can I get you anything?” she asks.
Shes being strangely warm and welcoming. If she was rude and impossible, I would know how to handle her, but I dont know how to handle this warm Gianna.
“Im okay.” I’m too nervous to have anything.
She sits beside me, her hands on her lap. Theres a certain level of awkwardness between us. The air between us feels stiff, and I observe how she keeps rubbing her wrists. It feels good to know that Im not the only one who is nervous.
“How was your date last night?” I say to make conversation.
She beams to my chagrin. “It was perfect. Everything a date should be.”
“If it was so perfect, why did you proposition me?” My words come out more harshly than I intended.
“Because Im not looking for something serious, and neither are you.” She stands and faces me. “I need some wine. Im sure you’d like one?”
She comes back with two wine glasses and a bottle of white wine and places them on the center table.
“So,” she says after a moment, busying herself with filling the glasses of wine. She hands me one.
“This is awkward.” I chuckle nervously and sip the wine.
She shrugs. “It shouldnt be. We are both adults with the same interest.”
“I don’t want to start this,” I point between us. “Just to leave feeling like an asshole because harmless fun turned into feelings.”
She stares at me for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. “You don’t have to worry about that. Im not the Gianna of the past who falls for a guy easily.” She chokes out, trying to calm down. “I promise you won’t catch me falling for a guy because we slept together.”
I finish my wine and place it on the table. “Do you have any cons?”
She shifts closer to me, crosses her legs, and pours me another glass of wine. “I dont want anyone to know about this arrangement. Especially Nala.”
She hands me my newly filled glass and clinks our glasses.
“Me neither,” I say lightly. Where has she been all my life?
“Then cheers to our newfound relationship. Or, let me say, friendship.” She smirks and clinks our glasses.
She stares at me while sipping her drink. Damn, I didnt know she had that sultriness in her.
Theres a lot about her that I would love to unravel. She traces her fingers lightly on my neck. She then takes my glass and places it with hers on the table.
She takes me by surprise as she presses her lips against mine. The kiss is open-mouthed and hot, swooping down on me like a wave. Making me feel dizzy with the taste of her. Heat builds inside me with a strange force.
This is by far the most intense kiss we’ve shared so far, and yet, somehow, it isn’t enough. None of this is enough.
I pull away from her mouth and silence her protests by moving my mouth along her jaw and down her neck. I bite and lick at her sensitive skin.
She buries her hands in my hair and gasps. “Chris…”
“Gianna,” I moan back, eyes closed, feeling like I’m on fire, flames spreading out over my entire body. I want more of her.
I press my mouth back to hers, kissing her desperately, and swiftly carry her onto my lap. She brings her hands up to my neck, pulling me closer.
“More,” she whispers against my lips. “Chris, I need more.”
I understand her perfectly because I feel the same. I desperately need more of her.
She trails her fingers over my shoulders and down my arm. She starts to unbutton my shirt. When she’s done, she pulls more of it out of my pants and helps me take it off.
Her eyes scan my body and explore my stomach, fingers dancing along my abdomen. Our hands are all over each other, exploring every inch of our bodies.
Soon devoid of clothes, I run my fingers down the long curve of her neck. Searching her eyes, I press kisses from her collarbone up her neck. I smirk against her skin as she sighs into my touch.
I breathe into her ear, licking the lobe, “You’ve got such a beautiful body.”
She answers with a breathy whimper.
She gasps as I take a nipple in my mouth and stroke it with my tongue. I palm at the other gently with my hand. Her back arches into me, my cock brushing against her smooth thigh.
I trail a hand down to her thighs, parting her folds and easing a long finger inside her. She hisses a little bit, already wet.
I start to thrust my finger into her as I suckle her breast. Her hips rock into my hand, her wetness making the simulation on her clit more pleasurable. Her nails dig into my shoulder blades, and she whispers, “More.”
Unable to resist any further, I line myself against her entrance.
“Are you ready, Gianna?” I meet her half-lidded eyes.
She whispers, “Yes.”
I finally slide my throbbing cock in her, filling her to the hilt. A gasp escaped my lips as her core grips around my dick, sending a surge of bliss and desire coursing through my veins.
I tighten my grip on her hips and begin thrusting. Each of my thrusts made an explicitly wet, sensual sound inside of her. She’s so fucking tight, clenching around me at every thrust.
“Fuck,” I groan in desire. “Youre so fucking perfect for me.”
She moans in response, rolling her hips.
“You want more? Then I will give you more.” My voice sounds primal. I grow intense with my thrusts enjoying her moans and mewls in response to every one of my thrusts.
“You like that, dont you? I growl.
She hums back, too lost in pleasure to reply.
“Youre so fucking gorgeous.”
My lips find their way to her breasts, sucking on her nipples as I continue to fuck her senseless. “Where have you been all my life?”
Waves of pleasure wash over me at every contact of her skin against mine.
She wraps her legs around my hips as if urging me to go deeper. I continue to fuck her with relentless intensity, her breasts bouncing with each movement.
Oh God, yes! Fuck me harder! she cries out loudly.
I raise one of her legs up over my shoulder. The new angle allows me access to penetrate her deeper, hitting all the right spots and turning her into a moaning mess.
“Oh fuck! Yes, fuck me harder! Yes,” she cries out, blinded by the sensations.
“God, your pussy feels so fucking good,” I groan. “I just can’t get enough.” Her cunt clenches around me at the praise.
“Faster, Chris! Fuck me faster! she desperately begs.
I comply with her demands, thrusting into her deeper than I’ve ever gone. Hitting her cervix with each thrust. “You love it hard, dont you?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Her delicious cunt tightens and clenches around my cock, aching for release.
“Fuck! Im so close! She gasps loudly, her voice strained with pleasure. “Make me cum!”
Always at her service, I oblige.
“Oh fuck… oh fuck!” she moans.
Her walls flutter around my cock. I reach down between us and start to stroke her clit.
With a final powerful thrust, her body tenses. She screams as she explodes in a mind-shattering orgasm. She milks my cock as she squirts.
I growl against her neck, my teeth coming out to nip her. She wraps her legs around me as I grind our pelvises together, chasing my own orgasm.
I start to pull out of her, but her nails dig harshly into my arm.
“Its okay, Im on the pill. Dont hold back.” The serious look in her eyes confirms she wants this.
My thrusts become even more merciless causing the couch to shake beneath us. With a deep, guttural groan, I spill loads and loads of cum inside her, filling her completely.
I look down at where we are joined. A sense of pride comes unbidden at the sight of my cum leaking down her thighs, her own cum mingling with mine and soaking a spot into the couch.
Breathing labored, I close my eyes, still unable to say anything to her until my head clears. We are done, and yet, I want more of her. Perhaps, when I’m in the comfort of my room, I can make sense of what just happened.
I fucked the living daylights out of Gianna without protection. I have never been this careless with another woman. But ever since I met her, I’ve been making careless decisions. Yet there’s no regret. Just a sudden ache to have her again.
I’m stuck on her.