Chapter 6: George can Read My Mind

The next morning George woke me up with a kiss. He moved over my body and straddled me, and stared into my eyes. He was trying to read what was in there, and most of the time, he could, but I didn't even know what was in there. He dipped his head down and kissed me. It was a long kiss that had meaning behind it. Only I wasn't quite sure what the meaning was. He pulled my nighty over my head, leaving me in my panties.

He kissed down my neck and between my breasts and kept looking into my eyes, trying to read my mind. Still getting nothing because nothing was in there but a jumbled-up mess. Maybe he could untangle it and then tell me what it was.

He put a hand behind me and pulled my body up as his mouth claimed one, then the other of my breasts. I moaned, and he looked up again, peering into my soul. He dropped me to the bed and pulled off my panties. He pushed my pussy lips apart and dragged his thumb through my wetness and around my clit. All the while still trying to undo the mess behind my eyes. I moaned again and bit my lower lip in anticipation. He understood that was a sign I wanted nothing but him, and he was going to grant me that.

George quickly pulled his silk pajama bottoms off, baring himself before kneeling with me between his legs. He pulled me closer into his lap and shoved inside me. I Gasped, and my eyes went up. He paused there, waiting for me to look at him. He wanted to undo me as though I were his Rubik's cube. He was pushing all my buttons and freeing my mind from all its spinning.

I felt him pull out slowly as I locked eyes with him. He pulled out completely and kept himself positioned as he watched me before he shoved back in hard and deep.

"Oh!" I gasped again, louder this time, but I didn't lose eye contact. He began pushing in, again and again, deeper as he held me in place, both with his hands at my hips and his eyes reading my eyes. He wasn't seeing what he wanted to see yet. He pushed another button.

"Ah!" I let out as he rubbed my clit with his thumb still pumping in and out. I kept eye contact. I wanted him to read me. I wanted him to know that I was his. I had been his for six years. I would be his until the day I died. I belonged to him, and he belonged to me. It was written in the stars before we were born. We were meant to be.

He leaned in and kissed me as his arms went under me, holding me to him, and he quickened his pace, pumping into me hard and fast. My gasps were loud, and I was close as he grunted in my ear, making me his as he had so many times before. But this time, it was as though each push into me were a claim. He was claiming me over and over again.

I came loud and quivering as he pumped a few more times and followed inside me before sighing in accomplishment. We lay there in silence. We still hadn't spoken since the day before at dinner.

George pulled himself up onto his forearms and looked into my eyes again.

"We will tell each other on our wedding night. You tell me what you have decided, and I will tell you what I have decided and whatever it is, we will be at peace with it and go to Bali and enjoy ourselves as husband and wife," he told me. He had read me. He had seen that I wasn't sure of anything other than him. He didn't want to rush my decision. It wasn't something that should be rushed.

I knew then and there that I wanted to have this man's baby. I just didn't know when.

"Okay," I responded and grabbed his face as I kissed him long and meaningfully. He smiled on my lips, that smile I love so much. His smile became a grin, and I laughed as he flipped me over onto my stomach.

"Now for seconds," He said in his sultry voice that commands my insides. He straddled me and grabbed my ass cheeks, then shoved in between them. No, not there! God no! He pushed into my pussy and had me screaming within seconds as he pounded into me.

I was glad for the twelve inches of concrete between floors in our building and the extra care that had gone into soundproofing each unit. Our apartment was rather large, but George had a way with me, and I could get a bit loud. He had his way with me all morning. We fell back onto the bed after round six or seven, I don't remember.

"I love you," I told him.

"I love you," he responded, and we fell asleep naked and in each other's arms for an afternoon nap. I got up later that afternoon when my alarm went off, notifying me to stop whatever I was doing, sleeping naked midday with my fiancé, and go meet my mother for some additions to the wedding. I had the whole week to devote to making sure everything was in place.

I had to get my bridesmaids dresses sorted out. They had a beaded top with peacock blue beads over a fuchsia strapless bodice and an a-line satin fuchsia skirt. George's cousin hated fuchsia but had over the past few months had fallen in love with me, so she agreed to wear it without a fuss.

The cake was on schedule, and the bride and groom's cake was an Italian wedding cake, true to my love of all things Italian. Our bouquets were finished on Wednesday and Friday our wedding rehearsal and dinner went without any issues at all. And of course, George made sure to claim me every morning and every night before bed and whenever he could get a moment in between. I wasn't complaining.

But I still hadn't decided what I wanted. The more I thought about this mystery being inside me, the more I wanted to know about it. But the timing just wasn't going to work out. I didn't know how I could make it work out. I didn't want to disappoint George in my decision, but I knew whatever it was had to be something I wanted. I couldn't decide what George wanted. I need to tell him what I wanted then we would go from there. Both our true feelings on the table so we could make a decision together honestly.

He hadn't mentioned it again once since Sunday morning as he promised. And although he could read my mind on most occasions, I couldn't always read his. He wanted it that way. So I wouldn't make my decision based on his. I was glad we didn't involve anyone else. I didn't want to tell my mom or his until we decided what we wanted to do together. I was under enough stress as it were without having our parents chime in all these ideas of what to or not to do with our lives. I was okay letting them help with my wedding. But that was one day. It would be set up to be another best day ever. But I wasn't going to let their involvement hinder that.

It was less than twenty-four hours until my wedding, and my wedding night wouldn't be long after, and I still had no idea what I wanted. I hadn't had a ton of time to think about it between all the planning and preparations. But I was at ease with whatever would come of it. George had put me at ease.

Now I just needed to get through one very long, very wonderful day and answer that question I had since the doctor called me: "Can't I have my cake and eat it too?"