“I am,” she says blushing. “But I’m sore all over, and I could use a break- until tonight.”
She has a point. Because Renee’s so busy catching up with her friends, Emilia and I have had so much time together. We’ve been fucking like rabbits almost, all over the house, all times of the day, just as often as we can. We can’t seem to get enough of each other, and I’ve discovered there’s no other sight I love more than bringing her to the height of pleasure, watching as she gasps my name, crying out over and over, my cock sinking into her soft folds, my hard body pressed to her soft one. The way she comes, everything shaking, tightening, taking all of me deep inside of her, as if she can’t live without my cock is just fucking heaven. There’s no other way to describe it.
I’ve even taken a vacation from work, the first in years. I think my secretary almost fell out of her chair when I called and let her know I wouldn’t be coming into the office for a week. Because I admit that I was one of those men, who ate, slept, breathed their job, my brain always focused on the next big acquisition, watching the numbers go ever higher, restless and unsatisfied with their success and yet chained to their work. But Emilia is a breath of fresh air, an unexpected break that I didn’t realize I needed until I had it.
I feel fucking guilty that it’s my daughter’s friend, and that I’ve spent more time with her than Renee, but then I look up, see those hazel colored eyes beckoning me, her skin glowing from the orgasm I just gave her, and I give in all over again. And I can tell she feels it too, that feeling of perfection and rightness between us. The sizzling chemistry whenever we were in the same room together felt so right though that I couldn’t deny it. Neither of us could.
And so when Emilia mentioned that she hadn’t seen anything of New York like she wanted to, I knew I had to make it right. I proposed that our last day would be spent out and about, so she could get to know the city with a true New Yorker. As soon as I suggested, I knew it was the right choice because she gave me a smile, so bright and so big, that I knew I wanted to remember it forever.
New York City is really meant to be taken in over a few days, but I did my best, cramming in as many things as I could with Emilia that she wanted to see. And it was wonderful to see the city again through Emilia’s unjaded eyes. I realize as I travel with her how weary and tired I’ve gotten of life, how grey everything had become until she showed up. Although we have a car, the easiest way to get around and understand the city is by walking it. So for the first time in a long time, that’s what we did. But by late afternoon, I could see that she was starting to get tired. I didn’t blame her.
“I’ve got one last thing to show you,” I tell her.
“What is it?” she asks.
“One of my favorite parts of the city that most tourists don’t have the time to see,” I tell her.
The High Line is a park that sits on the elevated tracks of a railroad spanning almost a mile and a half. There’s something about walking through the concrete jungle, only to have a park, with trees, grass, plants, and everything high above the sky. We stroll along the forest grove, the leaves dappling the rails as we walk.
“This is amazing,” she says softly. “I didn’t think a forest could exist up here.”
“Isn’t it? All of this was sitting around unused and falling apart. Our family helped fundraise the $150 million needed to turn it into a green oasis.”
We come across a bench and sit down to take in the roses and greenery around us.
“I think this is amazing,” Emilia says softly. “You know, I think my grandma would have loved to see this. She’s an avid gardener.”
“Is this the same grandmother who has the heart disease?”
She nods tightly.
“That’s right. She also taught me all about growing a garden. She used to have the best roses in the neighborhood. I think she even won contests with them and stuff. And her backyard was perfect for a little girl. It felt like a fairy land, or a secret garden because of all the paths and flowers she had growing everywhere.”
Emilia’s eyes stare off into the distance, and there’s a sad smile on her face.
“Grandma raised me you know,” she says, turning back to me. “My mom and dad were always working, so I was always over at her house. That is, until she got sick. Now she can’t leave the house, and her garden’s all gone. Taken over by weeds. I tried my best to keep things going, but it really is a full time job almost. And when she got sick, she couldn’t take care of me anymore. It was too hard to keep up with a kid who had far too much energy, doing cartwheels left and right. Sometimes I think that’s why I’m so focused on order and planning. Her sickness was so sudden, and overnight it was like she wasted away. It- It had a huge impact on me.”