The Love Triangle(44)
“Why do you keep stopping me? It only seems fair that I get to taste you.”
He nodded his head, afraid to speak. It was not how he had wanted it to go, still having something in his mind of how it should be. “I just want it to be perfect. Not like this, on a plane. I thought it would be easier to keep my hands off of you, but I underestimated how damn sexy you are.”
His eyes took in the white stockings clashing so well with her dark skin. Her breathing was just as fast as his, her eyes just as needy. Dahlia knew then that she was going to have to stop it or he wouldn’t be able to.
She went to the wedding dress strewn on the floor where it had been left. Dahlia pulled it over herself, turning around so that he could tie her up. “Not all the way please, just enough to keep it on.”
His fingers moved slowly, touching her soft skin with his fingertips. She whimpered, wanting more but knowing that she couldn’t have it just yet. The wait was driving her crazy and she was not sure what she needed to do to get through the next hour, but she knew she had to.
Dahlia turned around and he was still out, hard, his pants down at his ankles. There was nothing more she wanted to do then but fall to her knees. She knew she could not though and she sat down, gesturing for him to zip it up. Charles walked towards her, his eyes intent on her lips. For a moment, she thought he was going to be the one to give in, but he did as she suggested, pushing himself in. It looked like it was painful by the face he made.
“So what do you want to do Charles, talk?”
He nodded his head, though his eyes did not agree. She looked out the window, wishing it was the small airstrip that was below them instead of clouds. She tapped her foot and realized she could think of nothing else but his now hidden erection.
“I have been wondering what kind of arrangement you were going to want to do?”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you wanting to live together and if so, where?”
It was the practical side coming out and her lips pressed together in thought. That was the conversation they should have had before, but it was a question she did not have on her mind then. The fact that it had changed gears so quickly left her grappling with a lust-induced fuzzy brain.
“I don’t know. I guess I hadn’t really thought about it too much. I planned for us to live together. Do you not want to?”
Charles had sat down, his eyes more focused on the drink he was pouring. “I do. I am just worried about schedules, but we live close, so it's up to you. I'm flexible on which place, both are plenty big enough.”
She laughed a little, still a bit surprised at the conversation. “You should have seen my apartment in college. I still live in only 4 rooms of that house. It's too much most of the time.”
He looked at her a little strangely. “I thought your family always had money?”
“My father always had money, but I didn’t meet him until I was a teenager. I was raised by a single mother and then Johnston just popped up all of a sudden. Then he was really into teaching us how to work on our own. I'm kind of surprised he left the company to me, though I knew there would be strings, there always was with him. Like he paid half of my tuition, but only if I worked for the rest. He wouldn’t allow me to try for scholarships because he was afraid his name would give me an advantage. I was broke until a year or two ago when he let me start in the company.”
Charles nodded, though he was a little surprised. Dahlia held herself like she had lived it her whole life, but now he realized that they came from very different backgrounds. “I thought my dad was bad.”
“He wasn’t bad, just stern. I think I learned more struggling than I ever did in the company. Everyone kisses my ass and nothing is real in this world. It’s kind of exhausting, to be honest.”
“I couldn’t agree more, but I suppose I'm more immune to it. The family pressure is always the worst of it, but even that you get used to.”
She was quiet for a moment, realizing that she never will have the family push anymore. Charles saw the sadness that went to her eyes and he cursed himself for not thinking. “Sorry, Dahlia, I don’t know what I was thinking.”
Dahlia shook her head and smiled, though her eyes were still sad. “It’s fine. Just sneaks up on you sometimes. I think that is why I didn’t really want to do the whole wedding thing. It wouldn’t be the same without anyone to walk me down the aisle.”
“I didn’t think of that. I don’t seem to do much thinking around you.”
She giggled and agreed. Dahlia herself was having trouble in that department as well. Every time he looked at her in such a way, she wanted to melt, her brain freezing up. They talked the rest of the way home with only a few innuendos sprinkled in the conversation. They agreed to live in his house since he actually liked his home. Dahlia could never sell hers, but she would have to think about that later. Her mind had already forgotten that it was not a marriage of love, but one of convenience and an overprotective father that thought all she needed to be okay was a decent man. He had chosen well, she would begrudgingly admit, but she worried that she was falling too hard, too fast. How horrible would it be for her to fall in love with her husband?
Chapter 9
They arrived back home and though Dahlia still wanted to finish what they had started, she was also feeling the results of the long day and all of the emotions that had come with it. Talking about her father, she realized that she missed him more than she could say. Charles seemed more reserved as well.
“Do you mind if I take a shower real quick?”
“Sure. I actually need to make a few calls as well.” He kissed her gently and she felt the flame inside of her flare with the touch. “Don’t keep me waiting too long, my love.”
He threw that word around a lot, but she wondered if he really felt that way or if it was something that he said. She started to question her own feelings and the shower made her even more tired. The hot water relaxed the muscles in her neck and back that had been bunched up all day.
Getting out of the shower, she realized she didn’t have anything there to wear and she found one of his button downs in the closet. The way they were all arranged by color made her pause, not realizing that he was so particular. Dahlia went back into the bedroom and still did not see him in there. She sighed and lay down on the soft mattress, the rest of her stress gone in moments. Trying to stay awake did not seem to be an option and she was asleep before Charles came back in.
Charles walked in after getting off the phone with a few business calls that he had prescheduled before he knew he was going to be getting married shotgun wedding style. He stopped at the door, his eyes taking in the sleeping woman in his work shirt. She was laid across the bed with only the top on, her thighs opened slightly giving him a peek-a-boo look underneath.
Getting undressed, he moved towards the bed and nuzzled her neck. She made a sound and moved towards the heat of his body. Her head nestled on his chest and she fell into a deeper sleep. Charles’ body was still hard and his need great. Looking down at her, he moved some of the escaped braids out of her face, watching her sleep so peacefully next to him.
He wanted to wake her up so badly, but Dahlia looked too comfortable and he liked the feel of her against him. It had been a long time since Charles had liked a woman enough to sleep together afterwards, and the only time that he would have rather slept than dined on her instead.
Sighing to himself, he closed his eyes. It took him a long time to get to sleep, convincing his cock that it just wasn’t going to happen. He growled as her breasts pressed harder against his chest as she moved. He looked down and saw the edges of her nipples in his shirt. Charles silently asked for strength from above, knowing he would need it to get through the night.
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Dahlia awoke with the sun streaming in through the shades. She immediately felt him next to her and the blanket he had put over them both. Her head was still on his chest and she was hugging him with her arms, her leg thrown over his crotch. She looked up and saw that he was still sleeping. There wasn’t any way for her to get up without waking him and she too, found him far too comfortable to move away from.
Her body stretched against him, already awoken from the hot touch on her body. Even when he was sleeping, Charles drove her crazy. She looked up at his face several times. He seemed so relaxed and her hands itched to touch the roughness of his stubble.
Dahlia’s fingers rubbed across his chest slowly. He had dark hairs everywhere and they felt good against her fingertips. She swirled around his nipple, watching it get hard in front of her. She liked that his body responded, even before his mind could. There was a growing hardness underneath her thigh and she moved her leg back and forth a few times, until the hard length slipped out from underneath him. Charles shifted in the bed, his hips rising as he stretched. She stopped moving for a second, not ready to stop her solo perusal of his body.
Her hand moved lower on his body as he settled back down. She loved the way he felt and as she got closer, his cock throbbed and jerked next to her. Her pussy watered from the sight of his virile manhood and she squirmed against him. When she finally reached her desire, his cock moved to her hand like she was magnetic. It felt so good and thick in her hands, rubbing the soft shaft with her palms. It amazed her how smooth it could be, while still being hard as a rock.