Lost then Found Page 7

  I spared a thought to be grateful that the desk was bolted to the floor, and didn’t move an inch.

  I felt her muscles tense as her moaning got louder and louder. I knew those sounds, and I knew what they meant. Even if I hadn’t heard the exact same thing just last night, I would still be able to recognize it. How could I forget the beautiful sound of this gorgeous woman cumming? I continued my assault on her body, my long, thick dick, driving her down, into the desk, frantic and messy.

  All at once it became too much for me, the sound of her screams, the sight of her perfect body taking my painfully hard cock, the feeling of her walls clenching around me, pulling deeper into her as she orgasmed.

  With a final thrust I drove my full length into Erica and, legs shaking, emptied myself deep inside her.

  I let myself fall onto her back, both us panting harshly as I pushed my hips forward, trying to stay inside her, wanting to lay my claim on her.

  She shivered, her muscles relaxed as she came down from her high. I’d always loved her like this, just after she’d cum, when she let her guard down and became cute and pliant.

  Moving slowly, I kissed the back of her neck, working my way down her spine. I wasn’t ready for this moment to be over. But then, she made a discontented little sound, writhing on the desk so that my softening cock fell out of her, as she turned over.

  Jesus, the sight of her. Perky tits with her nipples standing to attention for me, her legs spread wide and her lips of pussy proudly on display. I wanted to drop to my knees and worship her with me mouth, like I had last night. I was already getting hard again, ready to fuck her again. She drove me wild, she made my blood sing in my veins so that I could barely think.

  “I should take you again,” I murmured, watching the way my words made her pussy quiver, “Make sure you know you’re mine.”

  She put her legs together, blocking my view, as she said, archly, “I never said otherwise.”

  I stopped, taking a moment to consider what she meant. I’d noticed how she refused to say that she was mine - it was painfully obvious: she used to be so eager, she used to tell me she was mine, every time I fucked her.

  Was she saying that she hadn’t been with another man since me?

  “No-one else?” I asked, keeping my voice light and casual. In her relaxed state, I knew she’d be more willing to talk to me.

  She shrugged, lethargic and loose-limbed, her jaw still slack with pleasure and her eyes hazy.

  “No-one else,” she said dreamily. I smiled, giddy with a rush of relief relieved that no-one had claimed what was mine.

  “I have something for you,” I told her, putting the card my assistant had made in her hand. She looked up at me, her eyes blank from pleasure.

  “What is this?”

  Her tits jiggling as she took the slip of paper from me. Stretched out, naked and fucked out over the desk, I wanted her to stay so that I could fuck her again. But there wasn’t time and I knew if she stayed any longer then she was going to shatter my self-control. I’d have to claim her again.

  “Just go there when you’re dressed.”

  She let out a soft noise that could have been annoyance at me or her still coming down from the high of her orgasm. I took hold of one of her ankles, lifting it up so that her knee bent as her leg splayed wide.

  Like this I could see her lips, still spread wide by the force of my fucking. My spunk was just starting to dribble out of her, the white liquid slowly emerging from her pink folds. She was so pretty like this that my cock twitched, already hard again as I watched her.

  I growled, my grip on her ankle tightening. If I had her again now then I’d be fucking into my spunk, pushing it deeper into her before leaving another load in there.

  Fuck, I wanted that. I wanted to fill her up and keep her like that always.

  “What kind of place is it?” she asked. I could hear that she was more alert now, recovering from her orgasm.

  I lowered her leg. We couldn’t stay here, as much as I wanted to. It was just that I always wanted her. I’d never stop wanting her. We’d been apart for years, and a day hadn’t passed when I didn’t want her. Where I didn’t crave this exact thing.

  “It’s a dressmakers.”

  “Huh?” she sat up quickly, and started gathering up her clothes from where they’d been thrown. Her blouse had ended up on the desk, dangling over my laptop, the rest of her clothes were in messy piles all over the floor. I watched her as she bent over to pick up her bra from the floor. Her booty pointed straight at me, heart shaped and voluptuous.

  Over the years, I’ve learned that one of the biggest advantages of money is not what other people expect it to be. Sure there are the obvious advantages:

  I can go anywhere I want. I can buy anything I want; anything I can think of, I can have. But that gets old. Anyway, I’ve never wanted to start collecting Faberge eggs, or anything ridiculous like that. I prefer a simpler life and that is where the true advantage of money comes in. It makes life convenient.

  Once Erica had accepted my proposal, there was no need to spend any time waiting around. As soon as she’d agreed, I wanted her to be mine. Yes, she would think it was just a business arrangement, but on paper, and by the ring that I put on her finger, the world would know that she was mine.

  I’d arranged for the wedding to be held that evening. Almost everything had been taken care of, Erica just had try on the dress and have it adjusted.

  “For the wedding dress.” I said.

  Her face lit up and then, curiously, fell.

  “You want me to pick out a wedding dress?”

  “No, that’s all done. This is just to make sure it fits.”

  She stopped just as she was putting on her bra, her tits already covered and her arms behind her back as she struggled with the fastenings. Standing like that pushed her chest out, making her tits look even larger. Fuck, it was tough to let her get dressed, when I was already hard and aching for her.

  “You picked out my wedding dress?!?”

  I couldn’t hide my smile. From her point of view, this whole thing was just a business arrangement. Yet she was concerned about the dress. Did that mean that this was more than just business for her?

  I didn’t dare to hope that she really cared about this. About me.

  I knew from long experience that it’s easy to read into things, when I wanted something to be true. Emotions can cloud the mind of even the best judges of character. I needed to treat this like a negotiation - not showing too much of my hand. Not letting my desires, no matter how important to me, cloud my judgement.

  She probably had just wanted to choose her own wedding dress. Woman could be fussy about that sort of thing. I shrugged. I didn’t particularly care what she wore. Even in sweat pants and t-shirt, she was the most beautiful woman in the world to me. What did one style of dress matter over another, as long as Erica was the one wearing it?

  “It’s a business deal disguised as a wedding, Erica. It doesn’t matter what dress you wear. I’m sure you can pick out your dress the next time you get married.”

  “Oh,” she agreed, clicking her bra into place and going in search of her panties. I watched the way her ass moved as she walked around my office. I had to get out of here before I lost control of myself. I was never gonna get any work done in here. “Yeah, yeah. I guess.”

  “Good, my assistant, Felix will message you with rest of the details. Oh, and I’ll hire a nanny for the ceremony this evening.”

  She pulled her skirt up decisively, her hair flying everywhere as she looked up at me in shock.

  “Tonight?!?”

  11

  Aidan

  “There’s no point in waiting, is there, Erica?”

  “Are you seriously tell me, we’re getting married tonight?”

  I glared at her. I wasn’t used to having to repeat myself. But she didn’t back down, she was staring back, just as annoyed.

  “The ceremony will be tonight. There’s some paperwork we
’ll have to fill out later.”

  “I didn’t…” she trailed off wistfully as she pulled up her skirt, and turned her back to me. “I didn’t know today was going to be my wedding day.”

  I was so excited to have her back in my life, I didn’t want to wait a single second more. I wanted this to happen today. Running a hand through my hair, I felt a cold pang of disappointment in my chest. I’d accept that she was only marrying me for the million dollars I’d promised her - but here was her confirmation: her lack of excitement at the prospect of our wedding.

  “Well, it is,” I said, sharply.

  She glared at me, her lips narrowing. It looked like she was going to argue about having the wedding so soon, instead she surprised me, suddenly vehement, “Jack doesn’t need a nanny. I don’t need someone else looking after him while I’m there.”

  “Alright,” I shrugged easily, “Pack a suitcase, too. For you and for Jack.”

  She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes flashing. I pulled on my shirt regretfully. God I wanted to fuck that look off her face. If I only I could fuck her into loving me.

  “Tonight will be our first night as a married couple. Of course we’re going to be spending it under the same roof. You’ll be staying at my penthouse tonight.”

  “I can’t just move in with you!” she said, crossing her arms angrily. She might have managed to look stern - if she wasn’t in just her bra and panties. “I can’t just move Jack around like that!”

  Now, maybe if she’d said that she didn’t want to move in with me, I would have reacted differently. But, Jack was my son. I was within my rights to be able to spend time with him! I resented her implication that I didn’t have my son’s best interests at heart.

  “He’s my son, too.”

  “Yeah, and if you’d been around the last few years then you’d know that kids need structure! I can’t just move him into some stranger’s house.”

  “Stranger?!”

  The word stung, even though I knew it was true. I did up the buttons of my shirt slowly, feeling her eyes on me. When I looked up I saw the Erica’s brows were drawn together, her face pale and conflicted, like she was trying to work out a particularly difficult problem.

  “I don’t want Jack to grow up without knowing his father…I want him to get the chance to get to know you,” she said, looking up at me with her big doe eyes, wide with sincerity. “I really do, I just don’t want to rush him. We’ll tell him that we’re having a sleepover at your house tonight -”

  “Alright,” I interrupted her, greedy for any amount of time that she allowed me with Jack, “But not just a sleepover, tell Jack it’s a vacation. I want to take you to Connecticut so my Dad can meet my new bride…And we should take an actual vacation. It’ll be our honeymoon, just the three of us.”

  She bit her bottom lip, which was still bright red and swollen from my kisses.

  “For how long?”

  I smiled.

  I knew I had her now and I was going to get what I wanted: time with my family. As long as I didn’t ask for too much time, for too long a vacation…It was tough not to be greedy though. I wanted as much time as possible, and I hated having to limit how much time I’d get to spend with Jack and Erica.

  “Two weeks.”

  From the surprised, quick little raise of her eyebrows, I guess that I’d asked for less time than she’d been expecting, and that she would have agreed to longer. I was no stranger to negotiations. It was too late to ask for another week, but there was still some wiggle room before the bargaining was finished.

  “Two weeks,” I repeated, “But after that we’ll play it by ear. If Jack handles having me around all the time, then we’ll try for longer.”

  Her face smoothed with sudden resolution. “Ok, but if it’s too much of a change for him then we’ll cut it short.”

  “Agreed.”

  She slipped her heels back on, standing a few inches taller now.

  “And I can take two weeks off work, with no notice?”

  “Erica,” I smiled. I always did love her dedication to IBA, “It’s fine.”

  She was all dressed now, although there were a few wrinkles in her jacket that I didn’t think had been there before. She smoothed her hands down the front of the jacket, managing to avoid all the wrinkles. I reached out and laid a hand on her jacket, stroking down her front slowly, undulating over the swell of her breasts, feeling the tight nubs of her nipples through her clothes.

  Erica inhaled sharply, looking up at me like she expected me to start stripping her again, now that she was finally finished dressing. She looked like she was eager for me to do it too. The wrinkle that I’d been trying to smooth out was still there, just as noticeable as before.

  I kissed her one last time. The next time I saw her I was going to make her my wife. I didn’t even try to tamper down the great swell of joy I felt.

  There was a look of confusion in her wide eyes as she drew back. “You really should be getting me to sign a prenup.”

  “I trust you, Erica.”

  She glanced up quickly, her brows furrowed.

  “There’ll be some legal documents for you to sign, detailing our arrangement. We can do that later.”

  “Oh, yeah, OK…I..I’ll see you later then,” she stammered, blushing as her eyes watched my lips, hoping for another kiss.

  “Hmm,” I leaned back on the edge of desk, “Don’t forget about the dress!”

  I watched her leave, watching the way that her skirt clung to her ass. It was going to a long afternoon, just waiting until I made her legally mine.

  My assistant took care of the wedding arrangements, booking a small but picturesque chapel for 6pm. They didn’t usually do last minute weddings, or weekday evening weddings for that matter - but, like I said, money makes life convenient. The chapel was willing to open their doors to us for a rather generous donation to their church fund.

  The place itself was quaint, but had been made over with dozens and dozens of bouquets of flowers. All tastefully arranged, but in such overwhelming number that the room looked like something out of a fairy tale. Felix had outdone himself. I told him that I wanted flowers the color of Erica’s eyes. Her eyes were blue. The same pale blue as a cloudless sky in summer and he had matched that beautiful perfectly. Mixed in with the sky blue were shades of dark, inky blue, and large bouquets trailing glossy white orchids.

  I wanted Erica to like it.

  I waited for her on the steps of the chapel. I knew the old superstition about not seeing the bride before the wedding, but I wasn’t going to let some old wives’ tale stop me from spending one extra second with me Erica. In my hands, I had a small bouquet of pale roses and delicate blue and white lilies.

  The New York traffic crawled past as I glared up the street. She should be coming from this direction. What was taking her so long? I couldn’t help but pace back up the steps, my mind full of questions and doubts:

  What if she had a last minute change of heart? What if she wasn’t coming? What if she didn’t want to marry me, even for a million dollars?

  No, that couldn’t be true! Last night and this morning she had shown me she that still desired me. Surely she wouldn’t have responded so passionately to me if there was nothing between us?

  I got to the top of the steps. From here my view of the traffic was obscured and I started to pace back down again, gently spinning the bouquet in my hand.

  Felix had arranged for a limousine to pick up Erica and Jack.

  There! Coming down the road, was a black limousine. Was that her?

  The unnatural, fluttery feeling in my stomach calmed. She was here! She hadn’t changed her mind!

  The limousine pulled over in front of the chapel and I hurried across the sidewalk to open the door for her. Just as I reached for the door handle, the car door swung open and Jack clambered out, his back to me as his short legs cautiously climbed down to the sidewalk. I put my hands around his waist, making sure he wouldn’t fall.

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p; “Hi, Daddy!” he said brightly. When was the last time that someone had looked at me with such innocent pleasure, simply because they were happy to see me? I honestly couldn’t remember.

  “Hello, Jack.”

  Jack was wearing a little suit of matching dark blue jacket, pants and waistcoat with a shirt and tie in cream white. The blue of his suit was the same color as the suit that I was wearing. He looked…adorable. There was a soft and warm glow in the middle of my chest that I’d just never felt before.

  “I like your suit,” I told him, my voice coming out as a croak.

  “We have the same clothes,” he said seriously. I chuckled and looked around for Erica.

  And there, sitting in the back of the limo, she was. The wedding dress that Felix had picked out was demure, with elbow length sleeves and a long skirt. It was in the same shade of cream white as Jack’s shirt and tie.

  I stared at her, my mouth gaping, she looked radiant. In the darkness of the back of the limo, Erica seemed to glow, like a glimmering pearl that I was about to pluck from an oyster.

  “You look…” I held my hand out to her to help her up. I could hear my blood in my ears and I didn’t know what words could possibly convey how it felt to see her.

  She took my hand, leaning on me as she stepped out of the limo, but dropping it as soon as she was safely on the sidewalk.

  “I don’t know about this dress,” she said, her hands pulling at the dress nervously.

  “You look pretty, Mommy,” Jack’s voice was still very serious. I guessed he’d been told to be on his best behavior.

  “Thank you, Jack,” she gave him a small smile, still straightening her dress.

  “You do,” I said, finally finding my voice. “You look beautiful.”

  “Really?”

  She looked up at me, almost like she was startled that I’d complimented her. Surely, I told her before that she was beautiful? I must have done.