Come to Me
Chapter 11's

"Are you trying to send a flower girl to college?" I asked, trying to distract him.

Jis laughed with my words and I was able to relax a little. I really need to see what I tell her about my body. I've never been this confident with other men, but it's probably because I don't pay much attention to what they think of me.

They can accept me or leave me.

I want Jis to accept me.

"Thank you for the breakfast." I took my coffee and leaned back on the chair, admiring the view of the sea and the boat that sailed over it.

"Sama-sama." she stood up and thrust her hand at me.

"Let's find a better place to talk."

Wow, I'm not going to waste this! It's very good. I grabbed her hand and left my coffee, but took the orange juice and followed her to the recliner. I sat looking at him and waited for him to start talking.

Jis sits at the end of the sofa and starts to put fingers in her hair. He's nervous, maybe nervous. I don't know what to say to calm him down. And I was so desperate to want him to start talking.

"Hey" I said and hooked my finger with his.

"What's wrong. Tell me whatever you feel comfortable telling me, and we'll start there."

His eyes looked worried, his eyebrows furrowed, then he lowered his head and kissed my fingers.

"First, I never intended to lie to you." He saw my eyes.

"I should have been honest with you the night you were here, but frankly I was trapped by you. You even make me forget my name sometimes."

So he had that problem, too, huh?

"The truth is, the morning we met when I thought you were taking my picture. It doesn't happen often anymore, but every time it does, I panic."

"I'll never take a picture without your permission."

He squeezed my hand and smiled sadly.

"Thank you" he murmured. He took a deep breath and continued.

"A few years ago it was crazy. Paparazzi can be mercilessly vicious, and sometimes fans can get even worse. I could never be comfortable in a crowd, not knowing why, but being chased down the street by hundreds of people constantly made me suffer from phobias. Every incident in my life has been documented for five years."

He turned to look at me, his eyes widened and searched.

"I can't have a lover even if I want one. There was never time for myself."

"I thought I'd read something about you along with the supporting artist... Rena or something."

He shakes his head in frustration.

"That's all engineering for the sake of smooth film. For publishing. The studio has you when you're in a big budget movie, Put. They manage who you relate to, what you do, where you go. I'm too young to really understand what that means."

"Rena's a good woman, but she's never been my lover, and that's just another example of how ruthless the Paparazzi are. They can reverse all reality until they get the story they want, rather than get the boring truth." She gulped and frowned, then her beautiful black eyes looked at me again.

"If you have any questions about my past, you can ask me. Don't look for the answer online."

Gosh darn. "Okay."

"It's important. It can keep us together or separate us, and I refuse to lose you to something that's no longer part of my life."

"Did they still tell you?" My toot.

"Sometimes, not too often as it used to be. Thank God."

"You really haven't played a movie in five years?"

"I've never been in a movie in five years." The answer.

"Why?"

She put a finger in her hair again. "Because not all money is good money."

"What does that mean?"

"I make a lot out of those movies Put. I thank you for the marchandise section, my accountant, and my lawyer. And I can still make money on movies, but what's in it? So I can be hunted down and my life arranged?"

"What about the other actors? It seems they have their personal lives." I reminded him.

He's nodding. "But they are older now and don't star in romantic comedies for young women. They're not good stuff to those people anymore."

"So there's no movie business anymore?" I asked, wanting to know more, he still didn't tell me what he was doing.

"I didn't say that."

Oh. "Okay."

"I'm a producer now. Help make a movie. I'm not an actor anymore."

"So that means that you might be traveling for a long period of time?" I kept my voice from panicking, but my blood got cold. I don't want him to leave!

He kissed my hand again. "I'll go to Green City or White Water for a few days here and there, that's it. I also work with other producers allowing to do some of that work directly."

"Oh." Wow she lives in a completely different world to me.

"I have one question."

"Ask."

"Anna said yesterday that she heard someone hurt herself in your house."

Jis turned pale and her eyes were gloomy.

"Yes, I'm in Green City for the final movie publication."

He swallowed. "A young girl, a fan, broke my house. He lit a fire."

I gasp. "Oh my God."

"That was bad enough, but he didn't do well and got caught in my house, and ended up dying there."

"Damn, Jis."

"That's when I found out, I ended up. It was too crazy, and I wasn't made for it. Other actors live fine in that world, but it's not a life worth living for me."

"She's just a fucked-up girl, baby."

His eyes moved quickly to look at me. "This is the first time you've called anything other than my name."

I smiled and shrugged my shoulders.

"Yeah, he's fucked. I don't justify it."

"Did you miss him?"

"I miss work, acting is fun, and I like to think, I'm good in that world. Being in a location was fun, and I learned a lot. But I don't miss the side."

"Okay, so here's the million-dollar question. Why don't you just tell me?"

"I didn't believe you at first when you said you didn't know who I was."

She smiled sadly at me. "That rarely happens. And when it happens for real, it's like a breath of fresh air."

"You're not normal Jis, and I mean in a good way."

He grins. "You know what I mean. You didn't become a fifteen-year-old like Anna did yesterday. You seem to like me, not my character in the movie."

"I've never seen your movie" I'm telling you the real problem.

"I like that." His voice is completely honest.

"But are you going to tell me? I'll find out sooner or later. That's what's stuck in my mind, Jis. That's why I panicked. I told you things that I didn't share with others even, Anna didn't know I had a tattoo."

Her eyes lit up when I mentioned the tattoo, but I ignored her.

"Actually after our conversation in the car you should have known that I had trust issues with men. All boys. I'm not with the men in my life."

"I hope that will change" he whispered.

"It's not a good start to convince me to make a change."

"Switch, think about the time we've spent together. I'm still the same guy I was before we were in your kitchen yesterday morning. I still love cooking, I still think your job is sexy, I can't take my hand off you. I'm just a man."

"I know."

"You know what?"

"Yes. I'm not a fool. But you understand me better than anyone, after less than a week, I feel a little lied to. Yesterday was so embarrassing for me."

"It's embarrassing for me too."

"Well, I'm glad it's over."

"What?"

"My first embarrassing moment in front of you."

He smiled, but only for a moment. He's getting serious again. "Can we start again?"

"No."

His face became gloomy.

"So we're over?"

"No, I don't want to start again because that means erasing everything we've got and to be honest, forgetting about yesterday, a few days ago was so much fun."

An unreasonable handsome face turned into a smile that stopped the heartbeat. My God, he looks so peaceful. I can only adjust to him.

"Put, those were the best days of my life, and they meant something to me."

"Wow."

Finally, he pulled me into his lap and arm. I buried my face in her neck, hugged her body, inhaled her sexual scent, instilled a gentle kiss on her cheek.

I retreated and took his face, looking into his eyes.

"Never do anything bad with me again."

"Darling, you don't have to worry about that."

He suddenly kissed me and we started to move. He stood with me in his arms and walked into the house. He took me like I didn't have any weight, and it's so hot.

"Where are we going?" my many.

"My bed."

Oh.

"We haven't cleaned up the breakfast yet."

"Later."

"We might get naked on the porch," I gave a suggestion and bit off his ear.

He growls. "No, my bed." We moved upstairs.

"I'm going to strip you and plan to spend a week with you in bed."

I can only laugh. "I have a client Monday."

"Okay, but today and tomorrow you're all mine."

"Yours?" I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Mine." He repeated his words and lowered me gently on the side of his bed. She grabbed my hems dress and pulled it through my head.

"Oh my God, you don't wear underwear at all."

I grimaced. "No."

"All this time, you sat six inches away from me without your underwear on?"

"Yep." I laughed and started unbuttoning his shirt.

His eyes looked at me intensely and I removed the buttons one by one. I pushed his shirt over his shoulder and let it fall to the floor.

Next I pushed my finger between the rubber boxer and his skin, the same way I did to him the night he stopped me. His eyes lit up with need, and he did not move to stop me at this moment. I smiled and licked my lower lip. I launched my fingers along the belly up to the zipper and I opened the jeans. I pulled the soft jeans and the gray boxer slowly past her thighs and down to her feet. He stepped out and kicked her to the side.

"There, you're stuck with me" I muttered and looked into her hot black eyes.

He didn't touch me, which drove me crazy with all this yearning. I want that expert's hand on my body!

"I love it when you see me like that" he muttered and walked towards me.

I retreated, my calf hit the edge of the bed.

"How do I see you?"

"Your beautiful green eyes look at me like you can't wait until I touch you."

"I can't."

"Lay in bed, honey."

I did as he said, and looked at him, enjoying the sight of Jis. The entire blood flow in my body gathered between my legs and made me gasp.

"What did you do to me?" I was surprised I said it out loud.

She grimaced and crawled up to the bed, her legs between my legs, her hands resting on the sides of my shoulders. He didn't really touch me. He lowered his head and swept his lips over mine, once, then twice.

"I'm teasing you."

"You're good at it." He smiled at my lips. I grabbed her waist but she pulled her back, out of my reach.

"Hey!"

"Hand up."

"I want to touch you."

He kissed me again. "Trust me, dear. Hold it on to the bed."

I grabbed onto me and held onto the white-painted wooden headboard.

"Let's keep your hands there, okay?"

"Okay."

He smiled and kissed my lips once more, then my chin. I closed my eyes and raised my head, giving it access to my neck. He took that chance and licked his way to my collarbone.

Oh my.

He lowered his body until it stuck with my body. She held my breasts with one hand, toying with ****** me between her fingers while she sucked my other breast, and this immediately hit me flat on the groin.

"Oh, shit," my body arched, excitedly feeling the sensation caused. She blew my nipples gently, and moved on to the others to pay the same respects.

"Very pretty," she muttered in my breasts. "I like your tits. You filled my hand perfectly."

"Can I move my hand now?"

"No, not yet. Stay there."

"I want to touch you."

"You're gonna touch me, but don't move now."

I groaned in frustration and he started to kiss my body. He wet a piercing on my stomach with his tongue. "It's so hot."

"I'm thinking of taking it off."

"Don't, I like it."

"Okay," I said shyly.

He grinned and moved further down, his hand caressing the side of my body down to the waist. Suddenly she held the inside of my thigh and pushed it away from each other.

She swept her nose over the tattoo on my feminine hair and groaned.

"Who should you forgive, dear?"

I gasped and looked down. Her eyes met mine and I was ashamed to feel tears piercing my eyelids.

"My own self." My whisper.

"Oh dear." She kissed my tattoo sweetly, her finger moving up my inner thighs all the way to my center. He ran one finger down my slit, from my clitoris to my back hole and I screamed.

"Aragh!" Good Lord!

"Darling, you're so wet." His tongue followed his finger and my hips twitched. He held my thigh to stay on the bed, opening wide for himself.

"Very sweet." Her tongue moved back to my feminine lips and pressed her inside me, kissing me so intimately that if she kissed me, her nose pressed against my clitoris.

"Damn!" I cried, screamed and felt his smile on my body.

His hand cupped my butt and lifted me up, making his face push me further and further, and ignoring the others. She rubbed her nose many times over my clitoris along with her tongue moving and constantly moving inside my body, scaring me with my own. I came quickly and loudly, pulled my body with both hands still clenched at the head of the bed, called out Jis' name, or I thought what I was saying was true.

I may just not be aware of what I'm saying.

She continued the sweet torment until the tremors that struck my body ended, then kissed my body upwards, stopped to pay more attention to my breasts, and finally lay on top of me, sticking her crotch bone over me, his hands are on each side of my shoulders. Its hard trunk was above the center of my body and when I wrapped my thighs to embrace it I could feel its body moving up and down.

Jis's eyes were tightly closed. "Oh my God, Put, you're so good."

"You are too." I pulled my body up and kissed her lips, feeling her and myself all at once.

He moved his hips now, moving his big, hard manhood teasing the folds of my body but had yet to put them in my body. The tip of his manhood continued to touch my clitoris, shooting the sensation of sparks into my body.

"Let me touch you." I begged him.

"Yes, touch me."

I squeezed her hair and pulled her face closer. He kissed me greedily, and while what he did to the center of my body felt really overwhelming, I just wanted him to be inside me.

"Jis," I'm breathing in his mouth.

"What do you want, honey?"

"You. Inside that. Ku's. Now." Now." Every word was interrupted by my kisses. He growled, deep and finally entered my body. Strenuous. Oh God!

"Aah!" he stomped inside me, on and on, each push harder than the previous push. His breath was puffed and desperate. I grabbed her down and touched her ass, pulling her inside me harder.

"Oh, Put. Come with me, sweetie."

His words, his voice, were the source of my destruction and I exploded all around him. I still felt his sensation as he pushed into my body until his base stomped and continued to stomp, moving in and out, as he squeezed all his liquid into my body.

I ran my finger to his spine and gently pushed it all the way to his wet hair as he trembled across my border, whispering my name like a prayer...