“I think I ruined dinner,” I said.
“Nah. That’s what microwaves are for,” he said. “Plus, that red wine needed to air out anyway.”
“Mmm, wine. I could get behind some wine,” I said.
He raised his eyes to mine before he slowly slid out from between my legs. My body twitched at the sensation, pulling a grin from his lips before he helped me sit up. I grimaced at the wet spot I was sitting in before Christian helped me to my feet, then I felt his arms wrap around my body as he held me close to him.
“Let’s warm you up some dinner then get you some wine in your system. I think it’ll help you to feel better,” he said.
“You make me feel better.”
I wrapped my arms around his naked body and held him close. I pressed kisses into his chest, memorizing the way he felt underneath the pucker of my lips. I wasn’t done with him yet. I wanted to fall back into bed and hold him close. I wanted to roll him over and sink myself down onto him before riding him off into the nighttime sky.
But he captured my lips in a soft, sensual kiss before my eyes fluttered open to meet his.
“Later,” he said, grinning. “Right now, you need to be taken care of. Now, let’s get you some food.”
“As long as it’s with you,” I said, whispering.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Christian
(Two months later)
I woke up to the sun streaming through the open window, and I saw how it sparkled in Stella’s hair. She’d let it grow a bit, allowing it to come down past her shoulders. I smirked at the streaks I’d left on her back, marking her as mine while she curled up close to my body. My leg was slinked in between hers while I reveled in the feeling of her thick thighs squeezing down onto mine.
These were the times I enjoyed with her. The moments where her life was completely vulnerable. Sleeping was one of the most intimate and selfless things you could do with another person. Someone is at their weakest while they are sleeping, and every time Stella fell asleep next to me it was reaffirming her trust in me somehow.
At least, that’s how I saw it.
I felt her stir, and I dipped my lips in to kiss her neck. She smiled, sucking in a deep breath through her nose before she turned over. The Saturday class she had been teaching at the community college had just ended, so I had my entire Saturday to enjoy with her. I imagined talking with her over breakfast while we were both naked in bed. I wanted to take her out, maybe to the park or to see a movie. Later, I had in mind to sit on the porch with her and watch the sunset tonight while we enjoyed a glass of wine together.
I wanted to make the day devoted to her so she could relax.
“Hello there, Professor,” I said, smiling.
“Hello there.” The sleep was heavy in her voice. I bent down to capture her lips in a kiss. The warmth of her skin penetrated me in ways that made me shiver, and I thought about taking her this morning. I thought about how beautiful her morning pussy would feel wrapped around my cock. I thought about how she would be too tired to move. How I would have full control over her body and her pleasure.
But, I heard her stomach growl, and the sound pushed me in another direction.
“Why don’t you lay here and be lazy? I’m going to make us some breakfast,” I said.
I hopped out of bed and went downstairs to whip us up something quick. I came back upstairs with a pot of coffee for us to share along with two plates of eggs, toast, and fruit. By the time I got back up to the room, she was upright and stretching, and I couldn’t help but take in the luxurious slope of her breasts. They hung heavy and thick upon her chest and beckoned to my lips, but I shook the thought out of my mind as she reached for the plate and began to grab at the air.
“Oh, bless you,” she said, sighing.
I poured us each a cup of coffee while Stella dug into her food. Every once in a while, breakfast in bed was warranted. I hunkered down next to her before I turned on the television, and a show droned on in the background.
It sort of reminded me of our trip to New York City.
“So, how’s the business going?” she finally asked.
“It’s going really well. Our stocks are up, that new doctor we took on in the beginning is officially reordering stuff, and our e-commerce website for ordering directly from our warehouses launched a week ago. In the first week, we’ve doubled our monthly revenue.”
“Wait, what?” she asked.
“Yeah. From the revenue the site is driving, I’ll easily double the income of the entire company. And because the traffic is so high, I’ve thought about advertising donation options. You know, rotating those charities your stepfather was using those stocks for,” I said.