“I felt it Marilyn. You are not in this alone. I meant what I said.” he leans down once again. I welcome it. His arms wrap around me, bringing me further into his embrace. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I feel the rest of my body come alive for the first time since I have been sick. My nipples are pebbled, rubbing up against his muscled clad shirt. Ripples of sensations go through me. Our tongues are acquainting themselves with one another, allowing us to explore and feel the connection. When his hands touch my head, it no longer makes me want to run. Everything is just so much and not enough. Sooner than I would like he pulls back, taking one more kiss.
“Fuck, baby. If we don’t stop right now, the people out here are going to get a show.” as he says it his eyes haven’t left my lips. I touch them, and feel a shiver run through me that I can feel the evidence of how hard he has sucked on them. Wow. So, this is what those girls mean in those naughty books I read. His thumb comes up and pulls my bottom lip down and a groan leaves his chest. “Shit!! I don’t know how much longer I can do this. Let’s go so we don’t lose our reservation. I need to feed you, so you have all your strength.” I am about to ask him what he means when he practically pulls me into the restaurant.
“Good evening sir. Do you have a reservation?”
“Yes. It’s for two under Lars.”
“Of course. Right this way.”
He hasn’t looked at me since we walked in here and to be honest, having all of these eyes on me and my bald head is making me a bit… uncomfortable. I can feel my skin breaking out in a sweat, which happens when I get nervous. I slow down as we are walking to the table no longer sure about this. Almost as if, somehow my feelings have rained into his pores, he stops, mid stride, so quick that I literally run into his back. He turns and blows my mind.
“I’m sorry baby. I didn’t think. I was just so hell bent on getting food for you so that you have enough energy to withstand me tonight, that I didn’t think about this part.” My mouth opens and closes as I try to think of something to say. “Look at me. You are beautiful. You are strong and sexy. Please don’t feel subconscious about being here. Come on baby.” without me getting to say one word, he pulls me to him and wraps his arms around me. We then begin to walk the rest of the way to the table. When we make it to the table, I sit, and my mind starts going crazy. Is it normal to not want this night to end?FourLarsOnce we have been seated, our order is taken, and wine brought to the table. I find myself staring at her like one does the Mona Lisa. So, fucking beautiful is the woman sitting in front of me. As much as I would like to just bask in the strength of her heart and the light of her gaze, I need to know everything else as well.
“So, tell me Marilyn. Have you decided yet?” I ask her sipping the Cabernet we are having. The flavor on my tongue mimicking the sweetness her pussy is going to give me. She quirks one eyebrow, not sure what I am asking.
“Have I decided what exactly?”
“Where do you go from here? Are you going to go back to being a teacher? Are you going to change professions? Do you travel the world? What does Marilyn do now?” I have the answer of course. She is going to be my wife. First chance I get, I am going to fuck my kid into her, if the doctor says it’s safe and tie her to me for eternity. I just need to see where her head is.
“I’ve been thinking about that. I always thought I would retire from teaching, maybe become a principal or superintendent of a district. I have always loved children. Teaching them, protecting them, watching them grow. But I never thought I would be blessed to have any. I couldn’t seem to find a guy that wanted more than just something physical. But now….” She veers off into her head, sentence unfinished. My heart is beating so fucking fast wondering what she was going to say. I know the gentleman in me should leave it and let her tell me when she wants. But who the fuck called me a gentleman?
“But now what, baby? What were you going to say?”
“Nothing. I was just thinking now, maybe I will stop working so much, with this second chance I have been given and instead of taking care of everyone else, maybe I will have a family of my own.” she looks down after saying that, her cheeks rosy and full of color. More evidence of what she has overcome in order to become mine and she doesn't even know it.