"I'd be quiet. I promise." I replied in a hushed voice. He gave me a distrusting look. "Seriously."
"Are you okay with this?" He asked as his hands undid the rope of my joggers and it slipped off.
I loved how he always asked my permission to do anything. It made me feel I could trust him but at the same time, it made me wonder why he had to ruin special moments with questions.
My uncertain feelings found a place in my mind again. I wasn't sure of what I wanted again but all that uncertainty was washed away when I felt my underwear come off.
"The lights are on. They can see." I managed to say as I gasped with every touch.
"Not for long." He pulled me in and counted to five and suddenly, everywhere was dark and quiet. I could only see his face because of the reflection from the moon over the pool "No magic baby. It's lights out." He said.
I felt his hardness press on my core, and his fingers slipped in between my legs. "Wait!!" I pushed so hard but he didn't budge. "Won't water get in there?"
"What is that head of yours made of?" He asked a smile forming at the corner of his lips. "I didn't say we were going to have sex... just... this."
He lifted me and placed me at the entrance of the pool, then he split my legs open "Be quiet. Don't fucking scream." I felt his tongue, wet and warm, his hand wrapped around my ass, squeezed and slapped them.
He said not to scream but I had to when he dug his teeth in. He immediately moved one of his hands to cover my mouth. His tongue journeyed up to my clits making twirls and coming back out. I needed air.
I felt him squeeze my nipple "Be Quiet, love." I tried to be, honestly. Just when I thought, the pleasure torture was over, he hung my legs on his shoulder and slid his fingers in. There was no way in hell I was going to stay quiet. He moaned when he removed his finger and licked the juice off it.
"You're quite loud. I like it." I thought he was going to reprimand me. I wanted him to continue. Wanted to feel his touch, everywhere but I wasn't going to ask. No Sandra said the woman doesn't ask, the man should know.
He jumped out of the pool and lay next to me. The gentle breeze brushed against our skin and when I turned to hug him, my hand touched his hard one. He giggled.
"He's still up," I commented. "So, why didn't you continue?"
"Is this your little way of saying you wanted more?"
I jerked "No. Why would I? I'm just worried about you."
He groaned "I don't want to rush things, momma. It's better when it's savored."
That night, we lay there in each other's arms, listening to our heartbeats and watching till the clouds covered the moon. I traced my fingers through his face and he caught them in his before planting kisses on it and holding it close to his chest.
By morning, I was in the room, covered with a blanket that smelt like him. I was stunned to find myself sniffing it over and over again as though trying to take in all of him. If he saw me doing this, he'd think I'm a freak, I thought to myself.
Jesse seemed to have gotten up early. There was breakfast on the mini table in the room, some clothes to change into, and a black card with a note that read "Just in case you want to get something." And a laptop. I grabbed a strawberry from the tray as I called him. It was a video call cause, somehow I missed his face.
"Good morning." I greeted biting the strawberry in the most seductive way I could think of.
He groaned, his deep voice filling my ear "Good morning, pumpkin. I made you breakfast and left my card and the laptop in case you want to watch movies. There's a number on your phone, call it if you need anything. The refrigerator is packed with snacks, to keep you busy until I get back."
He spoke so fast that I barely understood some things. "I'm sorry I left so early, I had an emergency meeting."
My core throbbed so hard and suddenly dried up "I hope you're safe?" I asked, genuinely concerned.
"Yes, love." Came his swift reply his eyes fixated on his paperwork. "I'll call you later, okay dove?" I didn't even say yes before he hung up.
I felt disappointed that I didn't get to try out my seductive moves which when I thought very well about them were quite embarrassing. Just like he said, I spent the rest of the day watching movies and munching on snacks. By afternoon, there was a middle-aged lady who asked what I wanted for lunch and brought it up less than thirty minutes later.
I spoke to Sandra and Robert who seemed to be having the time of their lives and didn't bother about their "babies." The day felt so long. Like it was testing my patience and by evening, I ran out of it.
I wore my robe over the gown and headed out of the room. The security posted at my door asked if I needed any assistance to which I replied yes. I wanted a tour around the house. Anything to leave the room.
He made some calls to get approval and then, asked me to follow him. There were 16 rooms in total, halved by the stairs. A huge kitchen with different chefs from across the globe, because of individual preferences, the dining room, and finally, the large living room. By the end of the tour, my body ached everywhere.
I thanked the security who for some reason continued following me around. Boss's orders.
"I see you're finally out of your cage. Seems like Jesse wants to keep you locked in forever." Laura spoke as we bumped into each other in the hallway.
"Not really." I didn't know why she made me feel so uncomfortable.
"We're going to a book club later, do you want to join in?" Her smile was ever so enchanting "We can't just sit around and wait for the men to get back."
"I'm fine. I still haven't recovered properly." I lied and held my injured hands.
"Which is why you should move around, it helps with the healing process."
I thought of more excuses. "I don't have a proper outfit."
She stared at me for some time "You can take mine."
There were no more excuses in my head and I found myself being dragged away by Laura. Jesse won't like this.