My stomach lurches up into my throat as the plane heads toward the ground, making its descent into the airport. I hold tight to Braxton’s hand, but I am excited. It is sort of like a roller coaster. I haven’t been on one of those in a long time, not since I was a little girl, since we have no money for trips to amusement parks, but I can remember that thrilling sense of my stomach lurching into my throat, and the airplane heading toward the runway reminds me of that, in a gentler way.“Are you all right?” Braxton asks me, a smile on his face.“Yes, I’m great,” I tell him, smiling. It’s true. I’ve never been happier. Well, not since we left the bedroom, anyway. I still have no idea where we are, and I don’t care. I am loving every minute of being with him and this little excursion we are taking together.The plane touches down with a gentle shake, and I want to clap for the pilot. I have no idea how they manage to do that, make the plane go exactly where they want it to, up into the ai
Watching Julia gaze at the falls lifts my spirits in a way I cannot put my finger on. How many times have I visited this spot over the years? More than I can count. My parents loved this place and used to bring our family here at least once a year. I have always thought it was pretty, but I am seeing it through new eyes now, seeing her excitement and joy at visiting the natural wonder for the very first time.After I give her plenty of time to take it in, I pull her close and ask, “Would you like to grab a bite for lunch at a restaurant where we can still see the falls?”“Yes,” she says quickly, her smile wide as she beams up at me. “That would be wonderful.”I have already gone to the liberty to let the restaurant on the shore near the falls know we are coming. I signal to the nearby crewman to let the boat captain know we are ready to head to the restaurant now. He nods at me and immediately responds, as if he is my own staff member and not merely a worker on the rental boat. I am u
After we are done at the restaurant, we ride the yacht around the lake a while longer. I have never been happier than I am right now, with Braxton. When he asks me if I’m ready to go back to the mansion, I am reluctant at first because I am having such a good time, but I remember that there’s plenty to do back at the mansion as well, many things I have yet to see. Besides, we will be alone back there, and while I love seeing the world with Braxton, I also love being alone with him, perhaps even more than I love being here.We go back to the dock where the car is waiting to drive us to the airport. Braxton promises me we can go somewhere else the next day if I’d like, but I think I might be content to spend the rest of the weekend in his home with him. Still, I smile, nestling into his shoulder, his arm around me.I am thrilled when we arrive at the airport and board the plane. I had so much fun the first time when the plane took off and landed, I can hardly wait to do it again. We set
Making love to Julia on the airplane is indescribable. I take the lead because I can’t control myself. I want to possess her so badly. All day long, I’ve been thinking about when I will get the chance to touch her again. That isn’t to say I haven’t enjoyed my time at the falls, at lunch, or just being with her. I love every second I get to spend with this beautiful woman, but being with her is always in the back of my mind. When I hear her come, I can’t hold back, and I am moaning and panting along with her.I know that the plane is about to land, so I won’t be able to hold her for long. She grabs her clothes and excuses herself to the restroom to clean up and get dressed. Already, without her body next to mine, I am cold and lonely. I want her here, in my arms, forever.I pull myself out of the bed and get dressed, feeling the plane descend. Julia comes out of the restroom, her cheeks still rosy from our love making but looking as beautiful as ever. “We should go take our seats,” I t
We are in the back of the limo alone together, Braxton’s fingers intertwined with mine, and it’s all I can do to keep from devouring him. I know it is a short ride back to his house from here, having made the journey earlier in the day. I do have time to kiss him, but not much more. I’m afraid if I start kissing him, I won’t be able to stop.“What would you like to do for dinner?” Braxton asks me. I am wondering if he is having the same problem I am. His eyes shift from my eyes to my lips as he speaks, and I have a feeling he wants to kiss me, too.“I don’t know,” I say. I can’t remember the last time Jeff asked me what I preferred to do about anything. From what we would eat to what we would watch on television, the choices were never mine. “Whatever you’d like to do is fine with me,” I said because it seemed like the polite thing to say and also because I had no idea what my choices might be.“If you’d like to stay in for dinner, I can have the chefs prepare something,” he says.“Th
I lead Julia down the hallway to the second surprise I have in store for her today, grinning from ear to ear as I anticipate how much she is going to love this. I hope that she does. It’s something I’ve had the staff put together while I was away, but I trust them fully to make sure that it is every bit as grandiose as I would’ve made it had I done it myself.Julia is giggling, her hand warm in mine, as I pull her along. She is not in as big of a rush as I am, and I suppose that’s because she’s just enjoying the moment. That’s yet another thing I absolutely love about her, the way that she savors everything that happens around her, how she never lets a minute pass by that she isn’t taking in the beauty of it, if there’s anything at all worth noticing. I can’t let my mind linger on all of the time she has wasted with Jeff, not having any moments worth savoring, not now, not when I am about to thrill her.We reach the room, and I wish I’d thought of bringing a blindfold. I am tempted to
I am taken aback by Braxton’s generous gift. I can’t believe the trouble he’s gone to in order to create this art room for me. Never in my life has anyone cared enough about me to give me something like this, and even if this is the one and only time I ever get to use it, I will never forget this night for the rest of my life.It’s been so long since I’ve painted anything, I was nervous to show Braxton my work, but I amazed myself, and it all came back to me, as if I have been painting every day for the last two years. When he admired my work, I couldn’t contain myself. He seemed to really and truly like what I’d painted.And now, he is kissing me, and his arms are around me, and I’ve forgotten all about the paintings, and the art room, and everything but him.His lips are on my neck, his teeth nipping as he sucks my skin. His hand slides up the bottom of my top, and I reach around and hold his head, my fingers tangling in his hair, moans escaping my lips as his hand finds my breast.
Making love to Julia in her art room was one of the most erotic events of my life. I’ve never been with a woman on a stool before. Having her legs wrapped around me as I filled her completely, balancing on that small piece of furniture, was amazing. Julia excites me and brings me to life unlike anyone I’ve ever been with, and I almost want to forgo dinner, sweep her into my arms, and carry her into the master bedroom where we can writhe in each other’s arms until dawn.Instead, after we are dressed, I take her hand and lead her to the dining room--not the formal dining room with the extra-large table that comfortably seats twenty-four. I am not that eccentric. Instead, I take her to the smaller dining room right off of the kitchen where I have asked the chefs to prepare our dinner. It is a different room than we ate breakfast in. I hope that she finds it cozy. I feel that, with the comfort food we are eating, it makes sense to be in a cozier setting where we can sit next to one anothe