An Imperfect Love Story - Book 8

Packing

DENNI POV

"I'm actually happy you're here, Denni. I started packing this morning, but ran out of time," Lena laughs lightly as I had slipped away from her daughter's show long before she came home where I happily waited for her.

It feels magnificent to be in her presence alone, for although I loved seeing Callie's amazing photographs and speaking with her, Stefanie Foster had made it very challenging for me to be there and had behaved in a very difficult manner.

I know for a fact that she was running her mouth about me along with her very immature friend, Mr. Julius, and quite frankly, I can't help but feel like Lena has a great deal of friends who behave like children, and to me that is just unacceptable. It is unacceptable because she deserved healthy relationships in her life, and I can't wait to introduce her to my own friends whom I've made over the years back in Chicago. I believe Lena will enjoy them and see a vast difference in terms of the friendships she has that I feel are very toxic.

Grabbing her shoes that she had tossed behind her I walk over to Lena's suitcase and smile warmly at her. "You lead a very busy life, sweetheart, but I was hoping I could help alleviate some of that stress tonight? Hmm? Will you let me?"

She walks out of her closet now, her face flushed as she looks back at me, and as always I am taken by her beauty. "Can I finish folding these first?" She giggles as I wink at her.

"I can help you, baby," I whisper as the air is thick between us, and I pick up her pants and fold them as our fingers brush each others.

I meant it when I expressed to Lena that I wished to make love to her daily, and although it's not been feasible as her children hadn't officially met me yet, I was hoping it would happen sooner rather than later, and that we could move to the next step in our relationship because my feelings for Lena were growing rather strongly as more time passed, and I wasn't fully sure if I would tell her just yet how I felt. The last thing I wished to do was place any kind of pressure on her because I was a patient woman.

As I watch Lena zip up her suitcase I roll it to her front door before grabbing her by her waist and pulling her close to me. Brushing the side of her beautiful face she looks back at me smiling. "Lena...darling..." I whisper as I feel her fingers dance across my back and pull down the zipper to my dress.

"You look so fucking hot right now. Do you know that, Denise?" She flirts grinning at me as I allow her to slide the dress over my shoulders, and it falls to the ground around my feet leaving me in just my black panties and my middle begins to grow wetter. Tonight I wished to make love to Lena for as long as I could before she needed to leave for Redding, something I was not particularity to keen over.

"Mmmmm, I saw how you looked at me at that gallery, darling, as if you wanted me to make you feel good," whispering I slowly slide her dress over her head and fling it onto her bed as I run my thumbs over her hardened nipples that turn me on even me. Sucking in my bottom lip I look back into her dark eyes as she moans softly which only continues to turn me on.

"Denni..." she breathes as I capture her full lips with my own, allowing my hand to immediately find her wetness. It only adds to my desire, feeling how much she wants me as I push my fingers deeply into her and moan as I grab her ass, pulling her closer to me. Her skin is as soft as always, for no one has ever turned me on as much as Lena has, and I do find myself wondering what it would be like if we made this a permanent arrangement. If that ever were the case I'd love to whisk her away to another state to get away from these very messy individuals in her life.

Feeling her yank down my panties before her own, things increasingly heat up between us, and I find myself on top of her on her bed as our bodies rock together in unison. This is one of my favorite parts of being with her. She unleashes something inside of me that I can't seem to explain, but her passion mixed with mine and the heat we create together is undeniably very intoxicating and something in which I can't fully explain just yet.