Immediately I cover the head with my lips. I feel him stiffen, but I don’t look up. I suck on the tip, pulling him deeper with my lips and stroking him with my tongue. His fingers tangle in my hair, and I hear him groan softly.
I love this. I love the feel, the smell, the warmth of him. I move my head slowly, letting him go in and out of my mouth while I suck deeply. He groans again, and the sound of his arousal causes a warm, insistent need to start in my core, and spread till my whole body is suffused with my desire for him.
I take him in as deeply as I can, he moans, and his hands stiffen in my hair, moving my head in the rhythm that he wants, as he starts to grind into my mouth. I tighten my lips around him, sucking him in as he grinds faster. There is something so erotic about what we’re doing. A small moan escapes my lips. The sound does something to him, and his whole body stiffens, the muscles of his hips tightening under my hands, then he jerks forward and with a loud groan, comes into my mouth.
I swallow quickly, I can’t believe what I’ve just done, but I’d do it again and again. He slips out of my mouth, his body shuddering. His breathing is deep and heavy as he comes down on his knees beside me.
“You’re a bag of surprises, aren’t you?” he says huskily, moments before his lips descend on mine as his fingers find my wet arousal under my t-shirt.
I’m already so hot for him, I moan as his fingers stroke me.
“You’re ready for me.” His whisper is warm against my mouth.
“Hmm.” I nod, I’m so ready.
His fingers rub me until I have to hold on to him to steady myself, but he doesn’t stop slipping them in and out of me until I’m squirming wildly, begging him to give me more. Suddenly, he turns me around and enters me from behind.
I bend forward, my hands on the floor as he thrusts into me. He is so incredibly hard, so sweet, so fast. I can’t catch my breath. I’m already so far gone when his fingers find my nipples under my shirt, and start to tease them, I explode into a million pieces of pure pleasure, screaming my release in a garbled version of his name.
He pulls out of me, still hard, and turns me around until I am lying on my back and he is still kneeling, poised in front of me. He lifts my legs, raising them around his hips, and enters me again. My body tightens around him, unraveling as he starts to move again. He doesn’t stop until we both climax, and he collapses on the rug beside me.
Later, while I’m still trying to catch my breath, he gets up and starts to adjust his clothes.
I watch him through a haze of sexual fulfillment. “Have I made you late for work?”
“Not really.” His movements are swift as he knots his tie and pulls his trousers back up. It looks like he has already pushed me to the back of his mind. I watch him silently.
“I’ve asked Linda to make a few appointments for you.” He says suddenly.
“What kind of appointments?” I frown, I would never admit it to him, but Linda Mays, his assistant, with her glossy black hair, and her skirts that put the ‘p’ in pencil, intimidates me to heaven and back.
“Things to do with clothes, and shopping, and other stuff you need.” He gives me a hand up, dropping a kiss on my nose. “Linda will tell you all about it.” His eyes go to my side of the dressing room, which is still sadly sparse.
“Okay.” I’m sure I should be more excited about shopping, but there are things I want more than new clothes, to be closer to him, for one.
My day progresses much better than the day before. The new tablet and smartphone arrive only about an hour after David leaves. The note in the package says ‘Some toys you can play with while I’m gone.’ Even though I find it unsatisfactory that he’s trying to take away my loneliness at his absence by buying me electronic gadgets, I fall in love with them immediately.
They’re both already programmed, the phone with David’s mobile and office numbers, and the tablet with a couple of apps, books, and internet access. At first, I stumble a little with the tablet, but then I find that it’s much like using a computer.
Linda has arranged multiple appointments. She calls me in the morning, sounding incredibly busy and efficient as she tells me she had sent my schedule to my new phone. It would be funny if not that as soon as I cut the connection I see the updates to my calendar. There’s a hairdresser, in fact, a beauty team, with hairs, nails, and makeup people, and a personal shopper too. I’m stupefied.
The beauty team arrives before noon. I get my hair cut and styled by a hilariously funny French man called Jasper, who calls Mrs. Daniels ‘my love’, causing her to blush to the roots of her silver hair. My nails are fixed to perfection, and the makeup artist, a fierce looking girl with purple hair and a lip ring, spends nearly an hour making me up to look as if I’m not wearing any makeup. She leads me through it, finally leaving me with the products that ‘fit my complexion’.
After they leave, I get a visit from the personal shopper, a petite but lively girl in her twenties. Her name is Reiko Nakano, she tells me, eagerly shaking my hand. I can’t help staring at her. She’s incredibly beautiful in an unusual, exotic way, with grey almond eyes, tilted upwards at the corners, pale skin, and straight, waist-length black hair with deep scarlet streaks.
She talks non-stop as she shows me the samples she’s brought based on Linda’s description of me. I soon discover that her father is a Japanese-American heart surgeon, and her mother is a Spanish jewelry designer. She chatters without pause for almost thirty minutes, but I don’t mind, in fact, I like it.
“My father wanted me to be a doctor,” She tells me, as she shows me another beautiful outfit, “so I went to pre-med and got accepted to medical school.” She shudders, “but I decided I liked clothes more.”
I laugh, “Your father must have hated that.”
“Yes he did, especially since I’m such a genius,” she sighs, “I’m a great loss to the profession of medicine.” She smiles impishly, “but a great gain to women who love the way I dress them, right?”
I have to agree. From what I can see, she does know what she is doing. Based on what she has shown me, my new style is part casual, part classy, innocent, and sexy. I flatter myself that she’s clothing me in my own personality. “Seattle is not really a dressy city,” She tells me with a grimace, “But we do have a little fashion.” She winks at me, promising to deliver all my new clothes over the course of the week.
David is still extremely busy, so over the next few days, we fall into a routine. We have breakfast together before he leaves for work. Afterwards, I read on my tablet, mostly books, but I also read the news, especially news about software companies, eager to learn more about what David does when he’s not with me.
The little news I find about Preston Corp is mostly what I already know. It’s a top-notch software entrepreneurial and investment company, with David as the CEO. There is some information about their investments, but it’s mostly abstract. David is as much of an enigma to the public as he is to me, I soon decide. There’s nothing about his personal life, only a little about his charity work supporting educational programs all over the world.