Damn me for loving them.
And a thousand times damn me for loving her.
She hands me a small box. Our fingers brush beneath it, and a current rushes through me. Perfect. Now even these stolen touches are giving me goosebumps.
“Hold it for me,” she says after clearing her throat.
I hold it out while she fills it with tiny leaves. This is such a boring thing to do, and knowing this woman, she’s going to keep at it for hours, first here in the garden, then later in her laboratory.
The only interesting thing for me to do is watch her.
chapter 37
Matleon
“What’s your favorite thing in this garden?” I ask her as we roam around. We’ve spent the whole morning and afternoon working. I take my laptop into her lab, and with her within visible range, I work. When my eyes aren’t on the screen, they’re on her, and I realize that working so close to her is an incredibly fulfilling experience.
I will make this permanent, the first thing I do after taking her back to San Diego is create a space for myself in her lab. Of course, with her permission. I’m a gentleman, after all.
“My treehouse,” she says, pointing toward it.
“What’s so special about that ugly treehouse?” I ask.
She gives me a pursed-lips look. “It’s not ugly. Papa made it when I was ten years old.”
“I know the story of this treehouse; you told me back then. I thought you’d outgrown liking such things.”
“You’re only saying that because you haven’t seen it from the inside.”
“Then show me.”
She climbs the ladder and goes inside. I shout from below, “Are you sure it won’t collapse under my weight?”
She shakes her head and moves further inside. I climb the ladder and enter. It has a low daybed along one side, pressedagainst the walls on three sides, with beige and brown covers and matching pillows. Half of the wall next to it is a glass window. On the opposite side is a bookshelf. The floor is covered with a cream carpet. It’s simple, yet beautiful.
She sits on the bed, grinning. “Isn’t it cozy?”
I nod, sitting beside her. I press down on the bed. “Umm, it’s quite sturdy.” I meet her eyes. “I could fuck you here.”
Her cheeks flush instantly. “Can’t you think of anything else?”
I shift closer to her and lower my voice. “Close your eyes. I’ll tell you a good story.”
She stares at me for a second, then does it.
“It’s raining outside. The sound of raindrops hitting the roof echoes through the room. There is only darkness, inside and out. There’s no one outside, neither in your house nor in the guesthouse. It’s just a blue-eyed angel and a handsome gentleman.”
She opens her eyes, her dilated black pupils locking onto mine. “I don’t want to hear your story,” she mutters, her voice coming from a throat that wants to moan.
“You will like it. Now close your eyes again, like a good girl, and let me finish the story,” I whisper in a thick, hoarse voice.
She closes her eyes. I lock my hands together, gripping them tightly.
“The angel is shivering in the cold.” A shudder runs through her body, I smirk. “So the gentleman moves closer and wraps her in his arms after covering her with a blanket. But the angel keeps shivering. The gentleman makes her lie down on the bed, rubs her hands and cold feet, but nothing works. So he decides to share his body heat with her, moving under the blanket. He rubs her arms and shoulders, and his hand accidentally brushes her hard nipple… the angel moans.”
My eyes trail down to see the two points jutting out on her stretched t-shirt over her tits. My mouth waters and my dick hardens. With a hoarser voice, I continue, “The gentleman likes the sound of her moan, so he touches it again. The angel likes it, so she grabs his hand and presses it on her tits, rubbing over her hard nipples while moaning.” I lean a little closer. “Isn’t the angel a little dirty?” I whisper near her ear.
She nods.“The gentleman pinches her hard nipples and squeezes her soft tits. But that was not enough for the angel. She takes his hand and puts it inside her shorts.” I look down to see the clenching of my Angel’s thighs. “The angel is wearing lavender-colored shorts. She takes two of the gentleman’s fingers and pushes them inside her tight, wet cunt. She orders the gentleman to fuck her with his fingers, and the poor gentleman obeys. But the angel isn’t satisfied, so she removes his fingers and her shorts, spreading her legs wide open and demanding him to fuck her with his cock. She opens her glistening, wet lips with her fingers for the gentleman. The poor gentleman has no choice but to slide his dick inside her. She demands him to fuck her harder and faster until she comes all over his dick.”
