Adrian
Let her wait I thought when Jenny informed me Amaira Witmore wanted an appointment. I made Jenny lie to her that I was out of the country. So she found out who is the reason behind her vanquish. Not bad she is faster than I expected. She wasn't this smart at school. But I am not going to make her task easy. She has to work her fingers to the bone to get an appointment from me. Let me see what she is going to do when I decline the meet with her on the next Monday too.
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During the past couple of months I couldn't get a chance to meet Christina. I was too busy travelling in and out of United States. We were launching a new clothing line in men's formals. Meetings lined up with the share holders and holding seminar about our company's product got me busy more than I could imagine.
The least I could do to Christina was to message her on where I was. It was Friday evening and another night of the nail biting winter in New York. I was lazily playing the strings of the guitar sitting in front of the fire place to an old tune of Madonna Like a prayer.
It was seven in the evening and the calling bell rings at the exact time. I sprint to the front hall and open the door. "Come" I smile excited and circle my hands around her shoulders to walk Christina inside the house. She looks around the mansion in admiration. This is the first time she comes to my house after a year of our courtship. "Do you like the house?" I ask her softly bending my head down and kissing her hair.
She nods smiling raising her head to look at me. I can do anything in this world to see the smile on her face. During the past year that I met her I consulted countless doctors regarding Christina's speech and hearing problem. Out of the legion physicians that I met only one of them gave me the hope of her speech. Nevertheless I declared to myself that I would leave no stone unturned to bring back the normal life she yearns.
I got proficient in the sign language and can read Christina now like the back of my hand. The expressions in her eyes are an open book to me now. "Are you tired?" She shook her head. "Feeling hungry?" She shook again and pointed to the guitar sitting beside the fire place. "You want to play the guitar?" She nods with a smile.
I squat down in front of the fire and pat on my lap for her to sit down. As she sits facing the fire, I pull her hair to the side and run my lips softly on her face. She points to my slightly grown stubble and rubs her chubby cheeks. I chuckle, so cute and innocent. "My stubble bites you? I'm so sorry my love. I will just come back in a few minutes." I shave and return putting her back in my lap.
"This is how you hold the guitar." I teach her placing her hand to the neck of the guitar and start playing the strings while singing to the tune. She places her hand on guitar board feeling the rhythm in her palms and concentrates her eyes in reading my lips.
As I watch her peep at my cupid's bow I couldn't desist but smooch her rims. After a while she takes an about turn in my lap and straddles me with her legs circled on either side of my waist. Her hand was on my chest as she feels me sing for her. Her head was resting on my shoulder enjoying the feel of the music. Few minutes later I place the guitar to my side holding her closer and run kisses on her face.
"Adrian, why do you like me? There are many girls out there waiting for you who are far more beautiful wealthy and without a handicap." She asks showing the typed letters on her phone. "I do not know why I like you but I know how much I love you. I cannot live without you Chris. You are my breath." I admit to her with sincerity in my eyes.
She raises her head and attaches her lips to mine. I kiss her in a salacious hunger, craving her and needing her more than ever.
The kiss was slow and passionate in the beginning but progressed to a libidos sex drive. I ran hungry kisses all over Christina's face. She lets out a soft moan. "My love, I love the way your eyes twinkle when you look at me, I love the way you smile, I love your innocence. I love everything about you." My voice went croakier by each passing word. "Will you bestow me the happiness of being my wife?" Biting her lip to arrest her smile she nods. "Hurrah!" At the moment I felt I was over the moon. Fisting my hand in air I took circles around her in sheer merriment.
I carry her bridal style, reached the bed of the master bedroom. Putting her gingerly on the bed, I remove her shoes and kiss each one of her toes. She takes in a rugged breathe meeting my eyes absorbed in sensuousness. I sit beside her on the bed and removed her shirt. And for a moment I felt my heart had stopped on its beat. My eyes studied prisoner to her heavenly sculpt. In front of me was the prettiest girl on earth.
"You are the most beautiful girl I had ever seen on this globe." I whisper mesmerized at the chisel beaut. I kiss her cheek and hugged her tight. She shivers lascivious and kisses my lips. I run kisses and worshipped her body. Her physique tingled with every touch of mine and I felt encouraged to please her for more. I ran my hands softly on her bra covered breasts. Her hands trembled reaching the collar of my shirt and closed her eyes tightly. "Relax Chris" I blow air on her face hugging her and she releases my shirt gradually.
"Would I do anything to hurt you, Love?" I ask her softly bending my head to read her eyes. She holds my hand in her small ones and shook her head. I sigh and tell her with sincerity meeting her eyes. "Whatever be the result of this action I will take the responsibility of it. Just have trust in me. Okay? I promise." I hold her hand in mine, lightly squeezing it. "My love" I mumble and pull her to my chest. I undid the small clasp in the front of her bra to cup her breasts in my hands. "Your breasts are beautiful, so perfect in shape."
I let the skin on my palms play across her nipples, teasing them. I pulled her right nipple into my mouth, circled it gently with my tongue, and then sucked, nipped at it with my teeth. Heat pools between her legs as she brings them closer. I moved and did the same to her left breast too. She pulls her lips into her mouth arresting the moan. "You don't need to feel shy or hesitate for anything in front of me, love." I assure her, pull out her lips from the repression in her mouth.
She wrapped her arms and legs around me, pulling me closer. "You are an amazing seductress. Do you know that?" I raise her chin to meet my eyes and lean forward on top of her to rub my crotch against her sex. Her eyes meet mine in a startle. "What?" She points to my manhood that makes me go chuckled at her innocence. "Haven't you ever seen a penis?" She looks down and jiggled.
"Oh my Angel" I hold her to my chest. "I am not disappointed but thrilled to know that. She tickled pink and unbuttons my shirt. Her eyes widen in delight. All sense of her thought vanish when my warm tongue brushed her neck. She threw her head back and arched into my mouth. I pull her to my lips kissing her like a drunken monster. She smiles appreciative running her hands on my chest. "Baby I want to wait till I take the permission of your dad to marry you but I can't control anymore. I'm so sorry."
I slid my hand between her legs and under the silk lace of her panties. She was wet and ready for me, swollen and hot. “Adrian” my name slipped from her lips but without a voice. I closed my eyes, inhaled deep absorbed in a prayer of tranquilizing peace. She is the one for me. I peeled her panties down her hips and off her legs. My finger went round and round on her bud up and down, left and right. She was like a slithering snake mourning my name and then I returned to the head of the bed. I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand and continued my slow exploration, this time between her legs.
She writhed beneath my hand and pressed herself into me, whimpering with desperate need. I teased her until she bucked under my hand and begged me with her eyes to relieve her aching need. I moved my fingers over her faster, giving her the speed and pressure she needed to reach her orgasm. After a few moments I felt her break into pieces in my arms. I held her while she caught her breath and then she slowly got up and fumbled with the buttons of my pants.
I helped her and slid my pants down. "This will go inside your sex." I told her in sign language. Her eyes went anxious looking at the size. "I smile at her cuteness."Don't worry it will fit." I lay on top of her and pressed myself against her, not entering her yet, but teasing, taunting, building her up again. Chris was wide-eyed with surprise as she arches against me and strained to get me enter her, to end the torture.
She writhed and moaned beneath me. Her body felt like an instrument that no one had known how to play before me. As my hands played over her body, shivers of anticipation went up and down her spine as she came alive. With one swift stroke, I slid inside and she cried out at the sensation wrapping and gripping her legs around me. "You are so sweet and tight exactly the way I want." My voice was low and raw.
I held still inside her for a moment, but she could only stay still for so long. She started to move her hips in tiny circles, pulling forth another groan from me as I began to slide in and out of her, slowly burying myself deeper within her. Chris tightened her legs around me and moved as I did. She pushed toward me and brought me deeper still. I wrapped one arm around her waist as I felt her body tense—coiling as if ready for release.
I leaned in to kiss her neck, and drove into her again and again as she began to shatter and pulse around me. Chris fisted her hands into my hair and cried out as wave upon wave of sweet release rolled over her. I continued to move slowly inside her, and she could feel the sweet, aching pleasure as it built in her again. She ran her hands up and down my chest. She wanted to feel every ounce of me as she tightened her muscles around me and marvelled at the feel of me tight inside her, hard and smooth filling her. I moved inside her, enjoying the feel of her muscles wrapped tightly around me sharing her every response with me, her arms grasping me for more.
“Deeper Adrian,” Chris enounced with the salacity on her lips but with no voice. What she did not know was she is a part of me. I can read her even eyes closed, with just a feel of her. The sound of the whispered demand pushed me right over the edge and I pumped bringing us to the bliss of an idyll, a Utopia of a promised land.
She fell along with me and rode the waves of her orgasm until I collapsed on top of her, both of us completely sated.
Somewhere in the middle of night after our repeated sex she scratches on my chest. I open my eyes and question her with my looks. She makes a 'c' with the palm of her hand and runs its from her neck to her stomach. "Oh my baby, I bring her to my chest and kiss her forehead. "You are feeling hungry?" She bobs and nuzzles her head to the crook of my neck. I kiss her cheeks. "I will bring something for us. Stay here." I kiss her forehead and walk out of the bed.
Few minutes later I walk with a plate of meat sandwich to the bedroom. We finish the food like starving predators. Both of us slaked and satisfied in every way, I bring my 'would be wife' close to my chest and welcome the dream world.