Chapter 1
Chapter 1.
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“Hey, girl,”
Clara sat on Suzie’s desk. The light was coming behind Clara's back through the large window, making a woman's figure a one big blur. Clara looked tall, way taller than Suzie.
“I need a favor. My son has a play tonight at school. It’s the Snow White. He is a prince and must kiss a girl. You gotta see how panicked he was while practicing.”
Suzie grinned, picturing an eleven-year-old boy having to kiss a girl in front of everyone. She understood him perfectly.
Moving her work aside, she focused her eyes on the silhouette before her.
Growing up with a damaged sight, she became skilled at following voices and reacting as she could see perfectly fine.
If her colleague sat on the opposite side, away from the window’s bright light, Suzie wouldn’t be able to distinguish her from the rest of the room.
“Can you cover for me? I have to be on time for his play.”
Suzie nodded, “Sure, say hi to your son and whistle once for me.”
“You are the best,” Clara gracefully moved away from the desk, and Suzie waited for the sound of her high-heeled shoes to disappear in the distance before the door clicked.
It was time for a snack in her diet schedule, and she was determined to stick to the plan this time. Diving under the table, she found her sport billy bag. Inside, she tucked her snack for today—a bag of nuts.
Suzie's plump, soft lips disappeared in thin lines. Her protein diet would be the end of her. The only question was whether she would die from hunger or a nerve breakdown.
Today, she used all her willpower to fight the urge to go to the kitchen and gobble up the donuts someone had brought. They smelled like a sugar vanilla glazed sin.
“Morning, Clara,” the male voice startled her, and the chair rolled back, pushing her head forward directly at the desk's edge.
She straightened up in the space of a second and quietly cursed herself. If there was one thing she hated, it was feeling clumsy and incapable.
The fact she could detect moves and shapes if the light was right didn’t put her in a better position than any other blind human being. And she learned to live with that.
“Clara!” the man yelled, making Suzie flinch.
“Head to the kitchen and grab some ice. Maybe a butter if you could find it.”
“On it!” Clara yelled back, and Suzie pouted her lips.
“I am fine, it’s nothing. Why are you here?” She asked.
“I stopped by to see Max and take you home.”
“I am working.”
David brushed her hair back to see the bruised place.
“What were you doing under the desk?”
“Taking a snack,” she said, clenching the bag with nuts in her lap. The small hairs on her body stood up. David was leaning over her and blowing the air over the hurting place.
Now, she regretted promising Clara to cover for her.
“I can’t make it early. I just promised Clara to stay longer. Today is her son’s school play.”
“Really?” David drawled, massaging the spots behind her ears, and her brain went on holiday.
“Didn’t I warn you I’d have a word with your boss if you let everyone in the office use you?”
The magic his fingers were doing to her body made her slow-witted.
“Here it is,” Clara said, and Suzie felt a cold, welcomed touch on her painful forehead.
“Suzie will finish earlier. We have plans for today; I need her with me. Could you find someone else to cover for you today?”
Clara hesitated. “I can’t. I counted on Suzie. My son has a school play tonight.”
“What time is the play?” David asked.
“Seven pm,” Clara whispered.
“And your work finishing at?”
“4 pm”
“So there is no need to leave work at twelve so you can watch your son play at 7 pm.”
Suzie’s face turned red with embarrassment. He didn’t have to interrogate Clara. And he wasn’t in charge here. Max, his best friend and brother-in-law, was the boss, and David could boss at his place.
“I don’t mind staying longer,” Suzie interrupted.
“I mind, and you covered for Clara and other girls almost every other day. Get them to do that once for you.”
He tilted her head, still holding the ice cube on her bruise.
“Where’s your bag?” And before she had time to answer, he yanked her gigantic bag from the floor and tossed it over his shoulder.
“I'll wait for you outside. Hurry.”
And she did, saying sorry to her colleague and nearly colliding with the wall. The last time she felt this disoriented was when she was a small girl, and her vision deteriorated with every new morning as she opened her eyes.
Feeling like a ball of nerves and nail-biting excitement, she got into his car. Before she had time to buckle up, David headed to the road.
“Can you slow down?” she held herself straight, hating a fast drive, and he let the gas pedal.
“Sorry,” his big, warm hand squeezed her thigh through the thin dress. The heat of his fingers seeped into her bones, melting them, and she let her head back on the seat rest, trying to breathe.
No part of her body was spared from delicious hurt, and she had to be shocked and worried about her right mind for wanting him over and over again.
Their lovemaking pumped her body with endorphins and made her greedy. She had so little of that in her life that she didn’t want to breathe in the wrong way so she wouldn’t spoil the source of happiness.
Like a kid hiding in the neighbor’s garden, eating as many strawberries as possible before getting caught.
Suckling her lower lip between her teeth, Suzie earned a low growl from the man beside her.
The road curved a third time, and she knew they were almost in front of the house.
Maybe she couldn’t see much, but her sense of time, numbers, counting, and orientation was excellent.
Without a word, she found the electric keys in her bag, a new toy David installed after renovating the house.
This was her home for ten years. Her grandmother, the only family she had, married David’s father and brought her into his family.
The moment they drove into the garage, sweet anticipation rushed through her spine.
David’s fingers scooped her dress, pulling it up. Her skin tingled with the brush of silky material. She stopped breathing, waiting for the moment his fingers would touch the aching place and pull her raw, overused body into another frenzy of heat.
“Are you hungry?”
He couped her neck, taking her mouth in an open, greedy kiss. Their tongues connected briefly.
“Yes, but I am on a diet.”
“Why?”
Another lick of his tongue along her lips swiped the thoughts from her mind.
“Why are you on a diet?” He sounded irritated for having to repeat himself. But she thought it was obvious,
“I am fat.”
His hand glided up her thick thigh, and he squeezed soft, sensitive flesh.
“Who says?”
‘’Me’’
Another squeeze made her eyes water. She grabbed his hand, half laughing, half crying from intense feeling.
“Don’t call my girl fat ever again. She is just a handful.”
Pulling her dress in place, he left the car. She felt disappointed and slightly ashamed because she was so eager for him.
“What kind of diet?” David asked arranging bags from the market, opening the drawers, and putting everything in place as she taught him.
“Protein diet”
He laughed,
“Suzie, you are the only woman who can’t spend the day without chocolate. You can’t survive on meat and vegetables?”
He was right, and she was dizzy all day.
“I can do it. Watch me” With learned skill, she mixed her protein smoothie and took a sip. It was delicious but not enough to satisfy her cravings.
“See,” she mumbled, feeling his hard, solid body behind her, “It’s easy for you. You’re hard as a rock.”
The zipper on her dress let go under his hand, and she waited, bubbling with need.
“That’s why I cherish your softness. I need it to bury my hard…” He kissed the spot where her neck and shoulders met, “Body in something tender and sweet.”
Inch by tantalizing inch, the zipper glided down. Suzie let her head back on his chest. With a slight turn, she reached the perfect height to kiss the spot where his shoulders and neck connected.
Every part of her body was overused.
David ensured she stayed in bed the entire weekend, leaving it only to shower and eat. Actually, just for a shower, they ate in bed.
Her skin burned. He caressed, kissed, and nibbled every inch until she didn’t know if it was pain or pleasure, but she knew she wanted more.
This morning, while she walked to the office, the touch of her dress was too much for her skin, and she goose-bumped all over.
“I’m tender,” she whispered while her body acted independently pressing into his hardness, enticing him.
David knew she was sore. He knew she needed rest, but he couldn’t remember when sex had been this good. He acted impulsive like never before; today, he left his office earlier to spend more time with her.
The time was a critical thing between them. They started this in silence. Not sharing their newfound passion with family and friends. No one has mentioned the outside world as if it didn’t exist.
He was restless, recently divorced, and unwilling to move to his other apartments or lake house.
So he came to his childhood home.
At first, he wanted to renovate the old house; he needed extra work to occupy his divorce-infused brain.
The first night he spent in his childhood home stretched into the breakfast, breakfast turned into lunch, and lunch slipped into dinner.
Somewhere around dawn on the second day, he was finally at peace, satisfied, and with a woman in his arms.
David looked at Suzie. She was leaning onto him, pressing her soft body to his even as her mouth told another story.
He was obsessed with her honey hair, the vulnerable curve of her neck and chin, and the rosy hue on her ample breast that sparked his desire. Her beautiful shape could captivate him for hours.
She moaned and kissed him.
“I will be gentle,″ he whispered in her ear, ''just one more time.”
Did he beg the woman for sex? His mouth twitched, and he buried a smile in her hair. How desperate was he?
Suzie rubbed her nose into his chest. Her open dress allowed the warmth from her body to seep into him, driving him wild with the unique scent he had become too familiar and carried all day in his nose and mouth.
What was it about her he found so appealing?
He could take her here, like this, standing. He knew she would let him and even liked it. But he wanted to watch her expression while he was inside her. He wanted to feel her silky tongue and let her milk him slowly while they chased that perfect feeling closest to immortality that any human could reach.
“Witch,” he whispered, taking her to the bedroom. Her soft giggle filled the air, and the sheets cooled his overheated senses as they found, one more time, the perfect rhythm.
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30. December 2023.
Let's make this winter warm and sweet.
Thank you for being my friends; I didn't expect to enjoy this journey so much, but you made it for me :)
All the best, Mira ;)
