Asia's view
Once we settled in bed, Allan pulled me into his arms. It was a little past 1 AM. I got comfortable as his hand stroked my back. He asked what was eating David, kind as ever.
I didn't know but we would have a very loud morning. I didn't want David to raise my niece or nephew. He had the money but emotionally, he was unavailable. Maybe I should have dropped him where Violet was.
Allan kept stroking my back till he got to the spot. He had magic fingers, that one. He kept stroking my back. I sighed and moved up to look at him.
"Would you like to try again?" he asked.
"I love the sex, baby," I said, got on my back as he went on top.
"You will love it more if you orgasm. I know we can get there. I can get you there. I owe you that," he spoke, his hand gently caressing my bosom.
"I owe myself. No pressure. I love you and I love what we share," I said, held his head.
"Will you marry me, Asia?" he asked, pulled a ring from beneath the pillow.
"I will, baby. I love you. But not now. Maybe in three or six months?" I said, stroked his cheek.
"You promise?" he asked, his face bright.
"You are perfect in every way. I love you. Yes I promise," I nodded eagerly.
Allan went for a kiss, deep and passionate. I held his neck and kissed him back. He was a great kisser. I told him every day. His hand wandered as we went on kissing.
Allan gently felt me. I nodded. I wanted him. His hand played with my bud as we kissed. I held his head hard and kissed him firmly, almost desperately.
"I want you, baby. I need you," I whispered, parted my legs.
"I want you. You feel like home, Asia." he whispered, went between my legs.
Allan slowly went into me. I held my breath and felt him. He looked me in the eye and I blushed heavily. He smiled. Then he began to work.
Why didn't David approve of Allan? I would swallow my pride and ask him. He probably saw something I didn't see. I just loved Allan and didn't think of anyone else, ever. I want one man for the rest of my life.
While my mind roamed, Allan worked. I looked at him. He was sweating. I shut my eyes and rubbed my hands on his back. He always loved that. I had to fake it. I held him tightly and bit his shoulder. He grunted and got there inside me. He smiled triumphantly.
"What did we say about children?" Allan asked as he got off me.
"Three. With your temperament." I said, rested back, my tits pointing at the ceiling.
"I hope for girls, lovely like their mother," Allan said dreamily.
We had a good night. Much as I didn't orgasm, I felt the connection and enjoyed the sex. Allan was my first and my only and therefore felt he owed me an orgasm.
By morning, I was peacefully asleep on my belly. Allan had his arm round me, both of us stack naked. I woke up because he tried to move closer yet there was no room between us.
We had had sex and he was pleased I got there. I didn't. I just faked it. I had asked Violet and she had coached me. I did it for Allan's peace of mind but I would work at ensuring I got there without faking it.
I wanted to feel it. I wanted the orgasm. I wanted to squirt and scream. I wanted to bite Allan in a true bout of ecstasy. But I enjoyed the bonding with Allan and wouldn't change it for the world.
Others had orgasms and no love. I had love and no orgasm. I would work as hard as Allan at getting it. Clearly, I was the problem.
Why couldn't I just focus? Each time we had sex, something completely unrelated came to mind. Or maybe I needed therapy. But I hadn't had a bad sex experience. What was wrong with me?
I got up, grabbed a robe and left to go confront David. We would argue thoroughly. Why did he take me to a gay club? Did I look gay?
David was not there. That coward had fled to his house. I would get him. Even at that elegant dinner, I would get him. That, or my name wasn't Asia Rivers. If he thought my fury would pass with time, he would be in for a big fat shock.
I left for the kitchen and turned on my phone. David. You must love the hell out of me. Violet. Have you seen the news? Call me. What news? Mom tried to call thirteen times. They could all wait. Yes.
I made eggs, made tea and toasted bread. I placed the food on the table and warmed some water to mix with lemon. 10 AM. I sat and had the water.
What could be going on? My mother was crazy when it came to wealth. Father had died a whole ten years prior. I had been in form one and I still recalled it. Violet being with David meant Mother too got a monthly stipend and naturally, she cared about that union a lot more than she cared about me.
The only reason my mother would call me so much was because of Violet. That could wait. David could wait as I wasn't at the centre of the mess, he was. But that dinner would serve drama. I could feel it.
"Good morning my love," Allan came in nothing but his underwear.
"Good morning sunshine. You slept well," I whispered, got up for a kiss.
"I love you Asia. And my parents want us to visit again soon. They love you." Allan said.
"They know I love you truly, Allan. I love you," we sat down for breakfast.