And damn did it feel good to jizz inside that virgin pussy, that sweet hole, to claim it before any other man. Even though she didn’t know how to do it, even though it was her first, her body instinctively reacted, it wanted my seed, drained me dry again and again. I don’t know how long we fucked, lost count of how many times I made Leah come for me, because bringing a woman to pleasure, knowing that it’s me that’s making her feel these incredible sensations is a turn on like no other. My hand tightens around my shaft, my balls tightening, and I come again, my seed spilling down the drain. It’s no comparison to Leah, but I’ve got a busy day ahead of me, and while I’d love to spend more time thinking about her legs tight against my back as I fucked into that soft pussy, it was time to move on with my day.
Shower finished, I dry my hair and take stock of the penthouse. I have a housekeeper, Henrietta, on retainer who swings by once a month when I’m out of town and keeps things dust free, and I asked to prepare a room for Renee’s friend when they come. Emilia I think her name was. I’m definitely curious to meet her. From what I hear, the girls were neighbors in the dorm first year, and became such good friends that they’ve been inseparable since. It would be good to get to know the woman who’s become such an important person to my daughter. Renee tells me that she’s been cracking open a book now and again from her influence, so I do have to thank Emilia for that.
I walk through the penthouse. We’ve got six bedrooms, and that’s not counting the sofa that converts into a bed in the movie room. I asked that the room closest to Renee’s be prepared, and that’s the one I’m looking into now. Although I know that Henrietta does a good job, I’ve been raised to make sure all guests have the best experience. And I’m glad I did. Although the bed is made, towels left in the bathroom, and a tray’s left out with travel essentials, there isn’t a desk in sight, only a long chaise for reading in.
“She should have picked a different room,” I mutter to myself, but I can’t be too angry. Henrietta is good at following orders, but she’s not the kind to take the initiative.
I consider my options. I could always move the chaise out and put a desk in. Emilia is apparently very studious, and has several papers to write. Renee stressed that when she first asked if she could bring a friend. I’d hate to make things difficult for a student who wants to focus on her work. I peek into the other spare bedrooms closest to Renee’s but they’re smaller, and they don’t have ensuite’s. I can see why Henrietta didn’t go with those. The last bedroom, right across from mine, is perfect. A beautiful large oak desk sits in front of a window, and there’s even a printer/scanner in the corner. This should fit the bill perfectly.
Luckily, everything looks in order here too. The only thing missing is the travel essentials, and it only takes a second to bring it over. It’s not ideal that the bedroom is further away from Renee, but it’s still under the same room. Twenty feet isn’t going to make a difference.
Once that’s done, I head into the kitchen to prepare a lunch. As a bachelor, I’ve grown used to preparing my own food. My parents of course, have a chef, but it would be absurd to have one when I’m gone half the time, not to mention a waste of a chef’s talent. I’m sure he doesn’t go through the rigors of culinary school and apprenticeship so he could make me eggs and toast for breakfast. No, I wouldn’t do that to someone. Instead, I picked up a few recipes on my own, enough to get by. I’m a man of habit, and besides, I can eat out whenever I want. I’m in New York, and any cuisine I can think of is within reach with one Google search.
I check on my phone, and Renee’s given me an ETA. Since I’m running low on time, I decide to make my daughter’s favorite: shrimp scampi with linguine. I always have the ingredients on hand, and I got the shrimp delivered from a grocery service. The great thing about technology; one could literally never step foot outside their door and still live like a king. Renee’s already put in her order, and the pantry is chock full of tortilla chips, popcorn and her favorite food, Oreos. I’m just tossing the shrimp in sauce when I hear the elevator open.
“Welcome home,” I call out, wiping my hands on a towel. I turn around and stop short.
Oh shit.
Emilia
Early morning in New York is so different from the sleepy mornings I’m used to back in college. Everyone’s already hurrying, taxis are already rushing, and I can hear the whoosh and clatter of the subways. All the little shops are already open too, from humble cafes to what looked like a store specializing in robot stuffed toys. New York City really is the place where you can find anything. I feel like I’m in Sex and the City or something, and I am glad that Renee asked me to come. Maybe I should be listening to her more often. I trot down the road, a spring in my step despite my exhaustion and the deep ache between my legs. Nate and I stayed up very late last night. I blush just thinking about it. I look down at my phone, double check the directions, put it back into my beaded clutch and make a left turn. Almost there.