Marquise

I told the man, somewhere outside the door that I love him. I even told him twice, and he didn’t say it back. I have no clue what I was expecting, but something would have been nice. Anything to acknowledge that my feelings are valid and may even be returned, if only a little would be great. I know that we’ve literally only known each other for five days. But if I can fall in love, surely, he can too. It must be that he does not feel the same way about me, and that hurts more than anything. Even more than my parents, and I hate what that says about me. How have I become this person? I never thought I would need a man as much as I need him. It’s only been five days, so there shouldn’t be this connection. What’s going to happen when it’s been longer?

Deciding that it is time to get this show on the road and face what life has dealt for me, I stand up to finish my shower. It is time to start my day. Standing in front of the mirror wrapped in a towel it dawns on me that for the first time in forever, I can blow dry my hair and actually do something with it. I wonder if I need to ask if I could get my hair done. It’s completely gross and I hate it. Not to mention it looks like a blond mullet. A very 80s hair band.

Ingrid really came through with all the things that I would need, I decide as I get dressed. I opt to go for the simple look as I don’t know what, if anything, he has planned for us today. Honestly, I could go right back to sleep, but instead I paste on a smile and go out into the living room ready to begin my day. Well, act like I am ready anyway.Chapter ElevenMarquiseDay SixWe’ve been laying here talking and holding each other, in between all the rounds of sex, fucking, and lovemaking. It would seem that our talks have covered just about everything. From my favorite brand of suits to my toughest clients and her high school experience, which it turns out was rough. Everyone knew about her home life and she was constantly bullied about it. This pisses me off and has me wanting to defend her.

“Will you tell me about your girlfriends?” she asks, rubbing my chest.

“Girlfriends?” I respond. My hands keep rubbing up and down her body, unable to stop from touching her. Her body is like a drug to me. The need to always be in direct skin contact with her.

“Yes. I want to know about the women before me. Will I open your front door one day and have your past staring me in the face, trying to make me feel…” Rolling over on top of her, I nudge her legs open and lift them slightly to wrap around my waist. My mouth seeks hers out as my cock is sliding into the place it will always belong...inside of her. I look into her eyes, not moving, only needing the feel of her heat wrapped around me before answering her.

“Never, baby. There will never be anyone making you feel anything other than the most important person in my life. There was no one before you, Goddess.” I begin moving slowly. The moment needing the caresses and time. She closes her eyes and begins to breathe slowly. When she finally opens them, it forces me to stop breathing. Her eyes capture mine turning me to stone, waiting for her to release me from the abyss.

“What are you saying?” Her voice is filled with emotion and hesitance.

“I am saying you, my gift, were the first… everything. I spent high school too preoccupied with school, trying to make my parents proud and prove to them I deserved them. Not to mention with my dad’s political career we were always traveling, campaigning, and spending time in the community giving back. College was spent doing the same. The difference being, my brothers and I were busy mapping out our business for when we graduated. The last decade has been spent building our empire with my brothers. Plus, I never wanted… love or a relationship. I saw what it did to my birth parents, and I wasn’t interested. Until you.” I say, right before the urge to fuck her takes over. We move in sync together, as if we were writing the best love song ever to be produced. Our bodies are in tune with one another as our mouths are making sure we stay touching in all ways.

“Holy shit!” she says right before coming. Her release sets mine off and I start to come before hers is finished. There is an overwhelming need to bite her shoulder, muffling my release. Rolling off of her when I am finally able to move, I pull her towards me and kiss her head.