Rome stopped, came up and laid down beside her on the bed. They were face to face now. She could smell her woman musk on his face. He seemed satisfied with her. She knew instinctually that he wasn't done with her. He helped lay down on the bed from being on all fours.
Bunny laid flat on her back. Rome quickly opened her legs and began his ministrations. His fingers turned out to be even more than his mouth. She moaned in ecstasy. He touched her cl*t and the intense pleasurable sensation she felt made her want him to make her orgasm once more. She whimpered and moaned from the intense pleasure. He squeezed her full breasts, as he spread light kisses and suckled the nipple, all the while his middle finger went in and out of her wet cavern. His eyes were burning passion.
She grew wetter with each stroke of his fingers. Her hips couldn't stop moving. Her heat was rising. She looked at him. He was looking at her. He was getting off on watching her c*m. She had to admit she was enjoying this session.
Her pleasure seemed to supersede his which, was a complete change from the other night. Full of surprises in her life and this man. This stranger who didn't want to be a stranger. She chalked up his flirting and wanton desire to the fact that she was someone elses'. She bucked her hips and f*cked his fingers back.
He moaned at her wild wanton behavior. She had to admit she liked hearing it. She enjoyed seeing him without that facade of power and control. It was she who wielded that power now. He was enraptured by her.
She felt her body give in to its second orgasm. Her walls trembled around his digits. She covered her mouth so she wouldn't scream out. He caressed the nape of her neck and then gently rubbed her back as he took his fingers out of her. He was an exquisite lover. He knew exactly how to make her body react to him in a way she hadn't with anyone in a very long time.
Who was he? She kept thinking and once more he was making her moan and wanton.
After an hour of hot four play and outercourse the two laid on the bed together. The ceiling fan slowly turned. She looked at him. He looked at her. They just stared at one another.
Was there something there? How could it be? She was shocked.
"Did I please you?" He asked her.
The question seemed off to her. He was gorgeous, rich and a definite Alpha male. She would have thought he knew the answer to his own question already.
"Yes. Very much." She answered.
"How am I to believe you?" He questioned her.
"You don't have to believe me. You felt it yourself." She looked up at the ceiling once more. "I can't deny the attraction between us." She admitted.
"That is true." He agreed.
She was surprised at his honesty. He just admitted he was attracted to her. She knew he had been but hearing him confirm it made it that much sweeter.
"I enjoyed it." She said.
"Good. We will be doing variations of this often. Whenever I want in fact. While you're with me I want both of us satisfied."
She was speechless. His words were so direct and piercing.
"You should get in the shower. You're meeting my family tonight. They are arriving here. In less than an hour." He told her as he got out of the bed and put a black satin robe on.
"Where are you going?" She asked, hoping she didn't sound insipid or whiny when she had.
"I am going to shower in the guest bathroom." He answered her and walked out of the bedroom, leaving her in the bed alone.
She got up, then wrapped the sheet around her body. She walked over to the closet and opened the garment bag. There were two dresses inside. One was a blue/gray sequined dress. The other was a lacey white dress with a deep plunging neckline. She checked the other bags and found more dresses.
She found a red maxi dress that she thought was beautiful and tried it on. It fit her perfectly and ended up selecting it.
She showered, and as she did her thoughts turned to him. She kept telling herself that he was just a client, another mark she could use. Was that true?
She had also been terribly worried about her mother and her sisters since this had began. She was touching up her hair and makeup in the mirror when Rome re-entered his room. This time he was dressed in an expensive gray suit, looking the part he always played. The professional.
She looked at him through the full length mirror .
"I like that dress on you. Glad I picked it out."
"Are you giving yourself a compliment?" She asked rhetorically as she rolled her eyes at him.
"What's wrong with that ? You do look wonderful in it. Are you nervous about meeting my family?"
" Why should I care? I mean we aren't getting married. You can't stand me. Nothing about you surprises me."
"I'm full of surprises. Good ones." He clarified. "Tonight, you can expect questions from my father and lots of warm sympathy from my mother. Let's go."
She was confused when he had said that, but she shrugged it off as they exited the master bedroom, walked down the long corridor, and descended the white Italian marble staircase. Once they reached the bottom she could hear the far off chatter of light conversation. She could make out a few voices. When they rounded the corner to the sitting room she saw them all then. Rome resembled a younger version of his father.
The look was uncanny. His mother looked much younger than she would have thought. She had kind eyes and a warm smile. He saw the man they had met earlier that day at the Claza. He didn't smile at her when he saw her.
He actually seemed annoyed by her presence. She could relate. Why was she here tonight, meeting his family? Girls like her did not meet family unless they hired her to. She rolled her eyes at that crass thought.
Thank God no client had ever put her in that kind of awkward position. She didn't know if she would be able to go through with it tonight. They stopped when they stood in the center of the sitting room. Bunny came face to face with his family. Their expressions were somber.
The air was heavy. She stood by him, watching him. He acted as if he didn't notice the visible tension between she and his family.
He greeted his mother first with genuine happiness, immediately elevating the mood and making the air in the room lighter. "Momma! You look beautiful!" He beamed, then he turned his attention to his father, shook his hand and pulled him towards him for a hug.
There was that smile again. She stood there quietly observing. She felt his brother's eyes on her. She didn't dare look. She kept her eyes on Rome. She watched as his mother walk over to her. She looked at her. The woman was beautiful. She smiled with warmth and what appeared to be genuine kindness at Bunny.
"Hello. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Nyma and you are..." She urged.
"Bunny. Bunny Van Dorn." She answered.
"Come, I had our personal Chef fly out. Tell me, Bunny, do you enjoy Swordfish? I have been saving it for an occasion like this." She was still beaming that smile at her.
She knew nothing about these people, and they knew nothing about her. It was surreal. His mother linked her arm with hers and they walked side by side to the dining room table while everyone else followed. Nyma led her to the chair closest to her.
Rome came to her side and they all sat down. A few moments later, the chef along with a few wait staff was bringing out dinner, which was swordfish steaks with a side of garlic, roasted potatoes and fresh green beans. It took all of her strength to pace herself and not ditch her ladylike manners and devour the delicious meal in front of her.
"So Bunny, where do you live?" His mother asked as the plates were being placed on the table in front of them.
She was about to answer when he answered for her.
"She lives with me, momma." He took the silk dinner napkin that sat on his right side, and placed it over his lap.
His mother's facial expression lit up at that tiny bit of news. "Really? How long have you two known one another?"
"Long enough." He answered.
Bunny had almost thought she had been hallucinating this entire interaction. Hearing him take that tone with his mother was very similar to the tone he usually took with her when he wanted no more questions.
"Rome, don't take that tone with me! I am your mother." She was hurt. Rome did not like to see it.
"You are right, mother. I apologize. Forgive me." He felt bad.
"Let the girl speak for herself." She advised.
Bunny smiled at her comment. His mother made him listen. It was wonderful.
"Sweety, tell me, how do you like my son?" She directly asked Bunny.