Come to Me
Chapter 19's

I stared at the blue box with the perfect white ribbon. Whatisthis?

"This is for you" he whispered and clasped my hand. My eyes looked into his eyes and didn't know what to say.

"You shouldn't have done this." My whisper.

"You haven't opened it yet" the response was calm, but his eyes were watching.

I'm sure this isn't the response he expected. I don't want to hurt her heart.

He took the box and gave it to me.

I pulled the ribbon, and on top of the box was a piece of writing.

'It reminds me of you. Simple, beautiful.

-Jis'

Oh my.

I smiled at him and saw his shoulders were more relaxed and he grinned. He sat down leaning against the table, waiting in anticipation as I opened the box.

I pulled the box cover and held my breath. Inside the blue satin deck was a very beautiful pearl. With platinum clasps and milky white pearls, with colorful reflections that reflect soft flickering around us. I took it out of the box, it felt soft and cold in touch.

"Jis, this is amazing."

"Come," he got up from his chair to stand behind me, took a beautiful string of pearls from my hand and opened it. It was placed on my neck, and my fingers immediately felt it as he buttoned it back up. He leaned over kissing my cheek and offered his hand 'Come on Me'.

"Perance with me." Her black eyes glowed happily, and I was so entangled in this romance, so entangled by it, that I could not resist it.

"By pleasure." He pulled me into his arm and started swinging me in the courtyard.

"Thank you for the beautiful pearl" I whispered to him.

"Thank you back, beautiful. They look perfect when you wear them." She shook me forward and back to the music, she bent down and put her lips gently on mine.

"You're good at this."

She smiles. "Studio requires me to take the course."

"I agree."

"I'm glad to hear it." When the music stopped she pulled me to her chest and wrapped her arms around me, gently tucking my forehead. "Come home with me tonight."

"You choose to go to your place tonight?"

"Yes. I want you in my bed."

I smiled and ran my hand into her soft black hair, drowning in her beautiful face. His eyes were so blue, fresh with neatly shaved chin sculptures. I've never loved anyone like this.

"Okay. I'm gonna need some stuff from my house."

His fingers scoured my skin right under the pearls and vibrations dropped my spine.

"Anna took care of it."

I raise an eyebrow. "It's very self-confidence"

"Just hope, baby." He kissed my forehead again, and cupped my face. Her lips touched my nose, my cheeks, and landed gently on my lips. This was her one special soft kiss and I sighed as my abdominal muscles began to tighten.

"Bring me home" I whispered on his lips and his eyes widened burning with passion.

He took me back to the table and I found out that our belongings had been taken to the car. The waiter appeared with a shawl and a handbag and then Jis slipped my hand into the curve of his elbow and guided me to the car, sliding down into the car seat following me. Inside was a bottle of fresh champagne and fresh red roses.

"What's wrong with you and the red rose?"

"You don't like it?" his voice sounded anxious, and his brows furrowed.

"No, I like it. It's just that you're spoiling me too much."

I buried my nose in the rose and peeked at Jis through my eyelashes.

"You look so pretty now, with those pearls, that black dress, and the roses that cover your face." He rubbed his finger down my cheek.

"Thank you."

"Come here." He lifted me up easily on his lap and I curled up and buried my face in his neck.

"Tonight is the most magical night of my life, Jis."

I felt him smile and kiss my forehead. "I am too."

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"Wake up, baby, we're home." Jis kissed my forehead and swept my cheeks with her fingers.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep." I sat down and realized I was still holding the rose.

"I'm happy to take care of you while you sleep, baby. Come on, let's go in."

The driver opened the car door on Jis' side and he sat me down next to him, driving me out in front of him. He thanked the driver and led me into the house.

My feet are starting to feel the effects of these fantastic shoes, but I'm not going to take them off yet. Jis removed the scarf from my shoulder, launched her finger at my skin and my libidoku rose just like that.

"Your feet hurt?" he always noticed what I might be feeling, and it made me smile.

"A little bit, but I'm fine."

He leaned over and lifted me up with his arms and began the journey towards his bedroom.

"You really like to carry me" I whispered and kissed her on the neck.

"It was purely for selfish reasons."

"Oh? And what reason is that?"

I kissed her neck again. I like to feel his skin touch my face.

"Well, one, I like having you in my arms. And two, I don't want you to take those shoes off."

He took me to his bedroom and lowered me to stand in the middle of the room. He flipped the switch and the lamp from the end of the table lit up, casting a soft shadow on the side of the room.

"Let me help you take off that dress."

I turned around and he kissed my shoulder as he lowered the zipper and dropped the rope on my arm. The dress fell to my feet, she held my hand and I stepped out and turned to face her.

She held her breath and stepped back, not touching me, and I never felt this pretty. Her eyes shone with admiration and passion, sliding over my hair and pearls down my chest covered with lacy black strapless bras. She lowered her gaze to a piercing on my belly lacy black panties that fit in bra, garter, stockings and under

my death-red shoes.

Yeah, I know I look awesome right now, and it's the most powerful sexy feeling in the world.

I did not step on him, I stood in my place, letting him drink me with his eyes. Slowly I took off my hairpin, a thick hair and curls fell on my shoulder, I dropped the clasp onto the floor.

"You're my fantasy of being real Fogger." He gulped, flexed his hand from his fist, and I knew he wanted to touch me.

I smiled gently, not wanting to break the spell, and grabbed back to open my bra and let it join the dress and flops on the floor, removing my breasts. My daughter shriveled under her hungry gaze.

"What do you want me to do now?" my whiskey.

His eyes focused on me, a little hollow like a hangover, but I knew it wasn't from the wine we consumed all night. He closed his eyes for a moment, and began to take off his clothes, letting them fall hidden on the floor around him.

Suddenly, he stood up before being naked. "I'm almost afraid to touch you" she whispered.

"Why?" I tilted my head to the side, confused. Touch me! Please, in the name of all holy love, touch me!

"I'm afraid you're not real." And I just saw the wound in his eye and I stepped towards it, raised my hand to his chest, passed his shoulder to his hair. His black gaze was directed at me and I smiled gently.

"I'm real, and I'm yours." I tiptoed on my big toe across my lips to his and he shuddered in a deep breath.

He bent over cupping my ass with his hands and lifted me up, wrapped my legs around his waist leading me backwards into bed. But she did not drop me, she wrapped her strong arms and lowered me gently, without lifting her lips from me.

He kissed me deeply, greedily, cupping his hands in my face while lying on top of me, resting on his elbow. My hands flowed on my back to his butt and back to his shoulders over and over again. Her erection pressed against my now wet underwear and she swung her waist back and forward, sending an electric shock into me.

"Oh my God, I've been fantasizing about this since the first day I met you," she muttered as she moved her mouth from my lips to my neck.

"About what?"

"How do you feel?" I held my breath and he tightened my legs on his waist.

He smiled at my neck. "Better than I ever dreamed."

He swiped his nose at my pearl.

"You look so amazing with this."

"I like him a lot. Thank you." Thank you."

He leaned against his elbow and nailed me with his blue eyes, staring intensely into my eyes. She swept her thumb over my cheek and I stroked her hair.

"What's this?" I asked cheerfully in her intense gaze to me.

"I love you."

The sentence was strong, firm, without hesitation, his intense gaze never hesitated, and I knew beyond a doubt that he meant it. My heart stopped, tears flowed from the corner of my eyes and I cupped my hands to her beautiful face and I stared at my wonderful man.

"I love you too." With his finger he wiped my tears, and looked down and kissed my eyelids.

"Don't cry, baby." Her lips caressed my cheeks and back to my lips, I adored her and got lost inside her.

"Love me, please." I want it more than anything. I want to feel it in me, I want to see the passion on his face as it explodes inside me.

She smiled gently, sat down and stomped my panties with her thumb. I raised my hips so he could lower them to my feet. Her hands back up smoothly and lightly rub the tip into the base of the stockings.

That's scrumptious.

That adept hand moved between my legs, his thumb stirred up chaos in my clitoris and my body curved upwards.

Oh my God, this is so delicious.

"Feel it, baby."

Oh, I felt it, my hips turning and fingers pressing in and out of me with a sensual rhythm. He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue charging into my mouth in the same rhythm as his finger. As my body tightened, and began to tremble, she pulled out of me.

"No!"

He grinned at me and quickly whispered to me, burying his possessions in me.

"Better?" his eyes burned me and he started to move, and was overwhelmed by the sensation. My body is burning, my heart is filled with love for this beautiful man. I couldn't find my voice, just nodded and held onto her, clasped her butt tightly, pulled her to me.

"Oh baby, you're so narrow." He tightened his jaw and I gripped him with my most intimate muscles, knowing that he was so close to his great explosion that I went along with him.

"Come with me, my love." His eyes suddenly opened and closed again along with his climax within me and my body followed him, tightening around him, trembling with need.

"Oh, yes!"

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Jis was at her favorite spot, her head resting between my chest, her arms hugging my hips, and my breathing started to slow down.

I can't believe that I have to wait twenty-five years to wait for a man who really makes sweet, gentle love to me.

Well, almost twenty-six years for tomorrow Saturday.

I also can't believe that we're expressing the word Love. I hope it's not just because of the heat of tonight's amazingly romantic moment. But when I thought back to the look in her eyes when she said those three words, I knew she meant it. Although we know each other for only a short time, there is still much to learn.

I also knew that my heart was never this full, and I never met a man as good, as smart and sweet as him. I feel safe with her, and I feel beautiful and appreciated.

Yeah, he's jealous, but aren't we all?

"Don't think too much about this, honey."

I bowed and frowned.

"Think what?"

"I hear the wheels swirling around inside your head." He kissed my breast bone, rolled and lay by my side, looked at me, holding his head on his elbow.

"I don't think."

"You're not good at lying." He leaned in to kiss my nose and swept a strand of hair from my cheek.

"I need to take my pearl off." I sat with the back facing her and felt her take off her hook.

"Why?" he put the pearl down and I lay down.

"I don't want to make it break in one night." I exhaled and lowered my hand to his waist.

"I mean it, you know."

I smiled and stretched lazily. "I know."

"What time should we get up in the morning?" I realized he changed the subject. I have a lot to think about.

"Class starts at nine."

"So we should go to bed soon."

"I don't sleep in these shoes."

He laughed and sat down, taking off one by one my shoes and putting them on the floor. Then he took off the stockings and lowered them under my feet.

"You have beautiful legs, baby." He kissed her and took off the garter as well, putting it on the floor.

He crept up onto me and covered us with a blanket, grabbing me into his arms.

I rested my head on his chest and sighed, feeling his lips on my forehead.

"Sleep, pretty.

"Good night" I muttered and went into a tired sleep.

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I woke up looking for Jis, but she wasn't there. The bed was cold and empty.

Where'd he go?

I pulled the white shirt he was wearing last night, and left the bed. He wasn't upstairs so I went downstairs.

Darkened. I didn't see him in the living room or the kitchen, and I was scared when I saw the movement on the porch.

I walked in the dark slowly towards the open door. He was standing on the fence, bathed in moonlight. She wears dark pajama pants that hang sexy on her waist and she doesn't

wearing top.

He leaned his elbow against the fence and looked at the midnight blue water reflecting the moonlight.

I wish I had brought my camera.

I walked behind him and kissed his back, wrapped my arms around his stomach. I like to hug her like this.

"Did I wake you?" he whispered.

"No, I woke up because you didn't exist." I kissed her again.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm good, just can't sleep." He turned to face me and leaned his hips against the fence, wrapping me with his arms. His face was bathed in moonlight, his eyes looking at me deeply.

"How are you?"

"Lonely. Go back to bed."

"Okay," he whispered and kissed me on the forehead. "I saw you borrow my shirt again."

"It's my bad habit."

"It's okay you can give it back to me upstairs." He grabbed me by the arm and I laughed as he led me back to bed.

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