CHAPTER 17
Jeremy returned to drive us back to the marina.
The sun had completely submerged into the night cloud and the moon shone like a lighthouse to guide us through the night.
"Thanks, Jeremy." Richard shook Jeremy's hand and stepped on the dock.
"Anytime, Mr Berlette, and farewell, Mrs. Berlette. I hope to drive you again some other time."
I shook his hand firmly. Oh Jeremy I would love that too. "Hopefully. Thank you."
Richard drove us back to the villa, and another song from the same gentle voice was playing over the radio. It allowed me the tranquility I needed to think. I had the best day I've ever had in my life. The breakfast, the beautiful sailing adventure, and Richard's assurance. This was a new trajectory in my life.
Who would have thought that I would become a wife?
And to someone I barely knew but now it seemed like he was the best decision. Marah Berlette. Hmm.
Who knew Richard could be this loving? Did he?
When I glanced at him, he looked lost in thoughts. His prospective business partner's condition must have given him the opportunity to express himself.
My mind drifted back to last night when he had asked me about my past. My past. When will I ever be ready to share that part of my life with him? Not now, not soon but when?
He might leave me when he finds out, then he will know I wasn't good enough for him. That he had made a mistake in marrying me.
When pulled into the garage, I couldn't read the blank expression that had appeared on his face halfway to the end of the journey. He came to open my door and grasped my hand leading me inside the villa.
Eric was sitting in one of the fancy sofas in the living room reading a newspaper. He glanced up at us and stood up immediately when we came in. "Welcome back Mr Berlette. Mrs. Berlette. He nodded briefly. "There seems to be a pressing matter. Miss Stella has been trying to get a hold of you."
"Did she tell you what the matter was?"
"No, she didn't, she requested your audience as soon as possible."
"Alright. Anything else?"
"No, sir."
"Good night then."
"Good night."
Ge turned in his heels and headed to the door before darting off view.
"If she had told him, he could have easily relayed the message to me." He said with a glint of anger in his voice.
"It looks like you are going to be busy for the night, with Miss Stella," I said with a hint of jealousy in my voice. "I'll be off to bed." As I was about to spin around in the direction of my room, he held my hand, stopping me from going forward.
"Not so fast. Miss Stella won't be hearing from me until tomorrow. Today is ours and we are going to keep it that way."
I gleamed at him. "Are you sure? He did say pressing matters. They must be really important."
"I don't care. Come here" he said, pulling me closer to him gently.
His eyes locked in mine for what seemed like an eternity like he was taking in all of me. I watched him with equal intensity. "Marah," he said while caressing my cheek. "You have no idea how you make me feel."
"Tell me." I blurted with uncertainty. He had dared tell me, when my heart was already in a million little pieces, I was going to do something questionable like_fall in love with him.
"No," my heart sank. "But I will show you." His voice was grave.
He nuzzled my jaw and down my neck, moving his lips against my flesh. Goosebumps spread across my skin. I was instantly fiery and chilly and rooted to the spot. His mouth moved ever so gently over the nape of my neck. Then he stopped. He peered at me again, before scooping me up in bridal style. I gasped in surprise. Tucking my face under his chin, he carried me to his room and crossed to the bed
He settled me in his lap in such a way that I was straddling him. "You are perfect." He murmured as he brushed a kiss to the corner of my lips. My lips burned with the need to feel his.
"I am not," I whispered in a shiver.
He chuckled, a gentle one. "My darling, you are absolutely perfect."
His lips found mine. Mouth undeviating and demanding. His tongue thrust into mine, invading me, taking from me my breath, and any logical sense that I had left. He kissed me like a man starved. Like he had been waiting all this time too. Like the chances of us doing this had materialized in his mind, in the past.
I was fluttering yet harbored to the spot by his body. His hands nestled on my hips as he swayed me over to his erection.
He slid the sweater over my head and landed a kiss on my skin with each button he undid on my dress shirt, till he shrugged it off me, revealing the lemons I wasn't so proud of because they were small. My hand reflexively cupped them up. "I caught a glimpse of them." He muttered.
My face flushed in embarrassment. "They are small," I said, defending my action.
"Please don't shy away from me. Let me see them."
I let go of my breast slowly, giving him another glance of it. He stared at them like they were something spectacular, his lips parted and his breath shallow.
"Your perky breasts are flawless." He leaned into me, pressing his lips against the lower part of my ribs. I gasped and gasped again when he bit me softly. I was growing giddy. It could be how close we were to each other or the fact that I was straddling my almost naked body, wearing nothing but panties. "Marah." His lips trailed upwards by an inch. I was beginning to feel moist in between my legs.
He pushed his hand against my shoulder blades, making me arch backward, and then closed his mouth against my breast. I whimpered against the back of my hand. I didn't know I was going to be this sensitive, the feeling of his tongue and sizzling suction. My nipples were dense and raw and almost throbbing.
His mouth covered the whole of my breast. All of it. He groaned in the back of his throat. "I love them."
I started working on the buttons of his shirt but I appeared to have lost my train of focus when he helped me strip his shirt away and tossed it on the floor to join my dress shirt.
I sucked in my breath when his thumb was between my thighs, brushing against my moist panties. I inhaled in a rush until there was no air left. I was overcome with mortification at the thought of him knowing exactly how much I wanted this. And he knew too, because he looked back at me, glassy-eyed and breathing rapidly.
He hooked his finger on the cotton, pushing it to the side. I was breathless, swollen, and plump and I was feeling way too ahead of myself. Like I was too eager for it to happen, considering we had barely done anything before. This was embarrassing. There were two kinds of heat that interested me. The one igniting in between my thighs and the one that burned my cheeks. I could barely tell them apart. "Richard, I am…"
"Perfect." The way he said it looked like he was talking to himself. Filled with amazement at the way his fingertip was engulfed by my folds, rubbing the walls of it. "May I?" It took me a minute to realize he was asking for permission to slip in.
"Yes, please." I breathed out.
Applying a light pressure against the edge, he slipped in his middle finger and a loud moan escaped my lips. He had big fingers, so I adjusted myself on him, to make room for his finger. He held my hip with his other hand to keep me in place. I held on to his shoulders, threw my head back, and closed my eyes, drowning in the pleasure and longing radiating through me.
"You are a beautiful painting." his words sounded incoherent like it was heaved out of him. He brought his lips back to my mouth and I kissed him back fervently with my arms draped around his neck.
The warmth of his lips left mine and I opened my eyes to see him watching me. He had a scowl on his and I wondered what was wrong. "Do you want to do this with me?"
"I want to. With you." I replied with much certainty in my voice. I was very sure I wanted to do it with him. It felt right doing it with him and I couldn't hold myself back because I wanted him.
He started kissing me again, while he carried me up, with my legs still straddling him, he placed me gently in the bed. I lay sprawled out waiting for his next move. His eyes held vicious intensity as he knelt before me. He pulled my panties out slowly. He parted my legs wide open with his palms on my inner thighs. His eyes were locked on my fold, he was like a lion waiting patiently for the right moment to pounce on its prey.
He parted me with his tongue, unhurriedly but firmly. The sensation made me have the urge to close my thighs but Richard's palms kept them at bay.
As he glided in and out, my body trembled, and I couldn't stay still. Richard pressed his hand on my abdomen, holding me down. My hands found their way to his hair. I grabbed a fistful of it for support whenever the pleasure grew more. His tongue wiped the entirety of me, leaving me with nothing but gasps. My back was shaped in a curve as I took it all in.
He started leaving a trail of kisses on my folds to my abdomen, then you to my mouth. I couldn't make myself care where his lips had been. My mind was running on the memory of what his tongue had done in between my thighs.
"Are you ready for me? He sucked in the nape of my neck, "hmm?" he breathed against the pinna of my ear.
"Mmm." I nodded my permission to him. It was all my brain conjured as a response. No ceased to exist in my dictionary at that moment. I wanted to reach out and help him out of his shorts but he beat me to it. He pulled down the shorts and all his sprung out like he had been waiting to be set free since forever. Everything about this man was huge. I gaped at the sight of his dick and it was larger than I thought he would be. My heart pounded rapidly against my ribcage as he leveled himself to me and he lined the weeping head of his glory against my opening. My wheeze echoed in the room. I was beyond lax. I squeezed the tip of him as my opening throbbed to take more of him.
He thrusted in, deliberately slow and the friction was lovely. I squeezed my eyes shut when he hit a place that erupted a full-blown erotic sensation in me. I whimpered against him.
"Breathe." He groaned into my neck. His entire body quivered with tenseness. He thrusted in again, deeper than the first time. My entire body was pulsating. "Rich_" before I could finish calling out his name. His mouth claimed mine. He kept diving into me with vigor and stamina. Our breathing was erratic now and loud in the noiseless room. He moved to my collarbone. "If you call out my name like that, I am going to come."
I angled my hips and tried to open my thighs wider to invite him inside. "Do it." he looked at me expectantly and I bobbed my head, giving him the go-ahead.
There was no coordination in our kiss anymore but his lips were soft and warm as they brushed against mine. "Do it," I assured him again.
His hands came from behind my knee and he tilted it in a way that made them spread unimaginably. I was surprised I was that flexible. "You know how to drive a man insane."
My insides opened up to him without caution. They welcomed him until he reached his lowest point. He stretched me out to a point that I should be breaking instead it just made me feel whole and complete.