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Fifty Eight

By the time we got back to the hotel I was almost falling asleep. But he wanted to keep talking, so I listened and nodded, contributing when necessary. "What do you think you'll do with your house? Rent it or sell it?" he asked me. I turned to look at him, my face registering surprise. "Why would I do either of those things?" I asked. "Obviously you're going to live with me permanently" he said, as though it was a foregone conclusion. "Why can't you come and live with me? You can go to your place to work" I said, knowing full well he'd never go for that. He shook his head, smiling wryly. "Yeah, that's not going to happen and you know it. My place is bigger, it's more protected. I need to be there and I want you there with me" he said. "So you're too old to have someone tell you what to do, but I'm not it seems" I snapped, turning away. "Genevieve, I'm not telling you what to do" he said. "Yes you are, you're telling me I have to leave my house and come live with you" I said. "It just makes sense" he argued. "Of course it does, to you" I said shaking my head. "It should to you too, we're getting married, married people live together last I heard" he said sarcastically. I didn't reply, instead turning away not wanting to escalate the tension "Let's just wait and we can slowly figure it out, we don't have to make any decisions right now" he said, trying to keep his voice even. "It will always be what you want anyway" I murmured in a flat voice. He didn't reply. He either knew it was the truth, or didn't want to argue further. I didn't either. I walked into the bedroom, leaving him and the argument there. It had been a long night and I was tired and emotional. I slid into bed curling up, wanting to just retreat into myself. I needed time and space to calm down. That was kind of difficult when sharing a room with such a huge personality. "Gigi, do you want some tea or anything? I'm going to order some" he said striding into the bedroom. "No, thank you" I said tucking my head in, trying to shield my eyes from the light. "What's wrong are you okay?" he said coming over, lying behind me and trying to pull me around to look at him. "I'm fine, I just want to relax. I want some peace and quiet" I said through gritted teeth. "Can I do anything?" he asked, his voice now soft. "No, thank you" I said, turning away, giving him my back again. He lay there with me, but he was so quiet I almost forgot he was there when I heard, "Genevieve, are you, regretting saying yes?" he asked. My eyes flashed open and I quickly turned to face him. He looked lost and unsure. "No, no, of course not. I'm just anxious, all these changes that are coming. It's a little overwhelming, I need to get my head around them, that's all" I said firmly. As annoyed as I was with him, I didn't want him to think that. He nodded. "Aren't you ... I mean, don't you have any worries?" I asked tentatively. "Ah, not really, I mean, it always works out. We are in love, that's what's important, right? Everything else will fall into place" he said smiling. "Always the optimist" I said with a small smile. "One of us has to be" he growled playfully. "Well, the thing is, you know you'll always have your way" I said raising an eyebrow, daring him to refute it. "That's not entirely true" he said, he wasn't convincing. "Sure it isn't" I said laughing and shaking my head. "I want to give you everything, I want you to be happy Genevieve, never doubt that" he said pulling me close. "You don't need to give me anything to make me happy. You make me happy" I said softly. He took my face in his hands and leaned in kissing me, softly at first then harder, more desperate. I gripped his shoulders, holding him to me. His lips were trailing kisses all over my cheeks and neck. His hands moving to grasp my ass, squeezing roughly. He rolled onto his back, pulling me over with him, I landed hard on his chest. His hands were pushing down my shorts, but he was rapidly losing patience and I heard them tear under his impatient fingers. I gasped but the sound was muffled by his tongue thrusting into my mouth. My delicate lace panties were torn away moments later and I quickly sat up and pulled off my singlet, or that would go the same way! But the flip had switched, I could feel it. His body started humming, it was as though he was suddenly radiating an energy. Without warning he pushed me off him, I yelped in surprise! Rolling off the bed and peeling off his tee and then quickly rid himself of his jeans and jockeys. I exhaled as I caught sight of him in his full glory. He was divine, beautifully defined muscles on his chest and abs. His arms were the same. That delicious V leading down, making it impossible to look away from his now very hard cock. I glanced up at his face, he was smirking at me, amused at my expression. I scooted over, sitting on the side of the bed. Taking hold of his slim hips I pulled him closer, my face level with the velvety smooth head. I placed a soft kiss on it, bringing up my hand to gently grasp the base. It was his turn to exhale, I felt him twitch under my fingers. His hands pushed my hair back, holding it away so he could see everything I was doing to him. My lips covered the head, my tongue swirling around the rim, gently sucking, easing him into it slowly. Then running along the length of him, before taking him further into my mouth. The grip on my hair tightened and I could feel him desperately trying to hold on to his control. I let him inch deeper in, but not far enough for his liking it seemed. "Gigi please" I heard him groan desperately, I ignored his plea pulling back again. But he was having none of it, he took the reigns and pushed himself deep into my throat. He got the desired result, hearing me gag around his length, a growl erupting from deep in his chest. He gave me a moment to catch my breath before thrusting in again. His hands were pulling at my hair roughly as he lost all control. I allowed it a few more times, before putting my hand on his hip to stop him. "Sorry" he muttered, breathing hard, letting go of my hair. "Don't be" I said, taking a deep breath. Watching him lose himself always made me throb with need, I loved the power it gave me. But he only let me have a moments reprieve before urging me back up onto the bed. Turning me onto my front and laying his body on top of mine, his legs either side of my thighs. As he kissed my neck and shoulders, I could feel his cock between my thighs. He thrust between my folds, hitting my clit, I pushed back against him wanting more friction. "Gigi, I want your ass" he hissed into my ear. I exhaled and nodded, I'd always let him have anything he wanted. He lifted himself off me and I turned my head to watch him disappear into the bathroom, coming back moments later holding a tube. "Do you just bring it everywhere?" I asked giggling. He grinned as he climbed back on the bed, "I never know when I might need it" he said. "Lift your ass" he ordered, all amusement now gone. My knees shifted up and I lifted my bottom off the bed. He groaned at the sight. I suddenly felt the gel dripping onto my skin, warmed up in his hand. "Relax Gigi" he said softly. I let out the breath I hadn't realized I was holding and nodded. I felt his fingers slide into my pussy, I was desperate with need, pushing back against him with a groan. As he stoked my fire I felt his tip at my ass, pushing in slowly. It was a feat of dexterity, one hand underneath sliding into me, the other hand above. My breath was coming in pants, moans of pleasure escaping my throat. I pushed back only to feel him push into me further, I held my breath knowing the burning would soon ease. He pulled his fingers out of me and grasped my hips, finally fully seated. "Fuck" I heard him hiss. His hand reached up winding my hair around it in a tight grip. He moved. Thrusting into me slowly at first, letting me adjust to the sensations, then harder and faster. His grunted and I knew he was close to his release. I squealed as he pulled my hair roughly with one hand and digging into my skin with the other, trying to keep me as close as possible. But he was too far gone to care, he thrust a few more times then groaned loudly as he let go, "fuck fuck" he said as he buried himself deep into me. Slowing down now, giving a few more lazy thrusts then finally stopping. "Let go of my hair" I asked through gritted teeth. His hand immediately loosened its grip and then let go. "Don't move, I'm going to pull out" he instructed. I nodded keeping still and with relief felt him pull himself out slowly. I felt his cum dripping out of me and down my thighs. He exhaled at the sight and the thought made me desperate for my own release. "Stay like that, move your hand up now, finish yourself off baby" he drawled. "But I ..." I stammered, wanting him to do it. "Do it, now" he said, a note of impatience in his voice. I bit my lip knowing if I didn't do it, I'd get no relief. I was always a little embarrassed letting him watch me, but I also knew how much he loved it. I reluctantly brought my hand up between my legs and slid my fingers into my folds. My clit was throbbing and it only took me a few firm strokes before my orgasm hit me. My other hand gripping the sheets and I buried my face into the pillows groaning loudly. Finally stopping and letting my body fall onto the bed. Exhausted. "Good girl" he said pleased. He lay down next to me and let out a deep breath. I made to get up but a hand on my back held me there. "Wait, I want to wash you" he murmured. "You don't have to" I sighed. "Yes I do, I like looking after you. And I was a little rough, I want to make it up to you" he said. I smiled, "I didn't mind" I said. "Good, cause I'm not sorry" he said with a grin. I rolled my eyes but couldn't stop the smile still on my face. We lay there quietly for a few moments and I felt the familiar rush of emotion. I reached out putting my hand on his chest. "I love you" I whispered, he turned to look at me. "I love you too" he said. My eyes closed savoring the feeling of contentment. I finally had the peace and quiet I had been looking for earlier. With much more satisfaction that I'd anticipated.