Chapter 68: Chapter 68

My attitude takes him by surprise but he gets out of the car and lets me drive. This has to be a big step for Michael since I’ve known him, he’s always has to be in control. I get in the driver’s seat and let him buckle me in before I step on it. He looks over at me, “I didn’t know you know how to drive standard.”

“Maybe you should have asked,” I suggest haughtily. I chose a common furniture store first, just to see what they have. When the employee’s see us get out of the car we are accosted immediately. They must work for commission. I subtly put my hand up indicating for them to back off.

When they don’t, I warn, “We’ll leave.” The sales staff then disperse themselves all over the store.

“You couldn’t have chosen a classier store?” Michael criticizes. “I have to stay within my budget,” I chirp.

“You make almost three hundred a year! You have shoestring tastes on a Royal’s salary.”

“Watch and learn sweetheart.”

I start in the sofa section and asked Michael casually, “Have you ever imagined having kids?”

“Three,” he says very specifically.

I stop and looked at him, “Why three?”

“A boy to fill my shoes, a pretty little girl just like you, and a third just because we can.”

“Oh my,” I said. He must have really thought this out, “I better get leather.” I pass the upholstery sofa’s and started looking at the leather couches. My eyes gravitated to a set of black recliners that aren’t too puffy but oh so comfortable, “These will do!”

Michael nods approvingly. I continue walking in the rather large showroom passing the beds. Michael stops, “Don’t you need one?” he asks pointing to them.

“No, Scott offered me my old bed last night.” “He was in your apartment?”

“You prefer me to move it myself?” “Buy a new bed,” he orders.

“I don’t need one,” I whine. “Do it,” he said.

“Yes, sir!” I say to him.

As a reward he kisses me tenderly on the lips, “If it’s going to be for us, I want to go higher end. I’ll pick the store.” He kisses me again, this time with tongue. I close my eyes and let myself be swept away with it. His lips are warm and soft. He tastes so good. When he finishes with me I lick my lips wanting more. I look around to see if anyone sees us, apparently, we are the center of attention.

“What do you want to look at now?” he asks.

“Dinettes. What shape table do you prefer?” “It’s up to you, it’s going to be in your place.” “I asked you, doesn’t mean I’ll buy that shape.” “Rectangular.”

“Okay, scared to ask, why?”

“I like to be at the head of the table.”

“How about I just give you head, and I pick whatever shape I like.” “I want it now,” he demands.

“Ewe, naughty boy, you’re going to have to wait. There’s nowhere to do it inside of here, sir.”

“Pay for the couches and let’s go to the car.”

“Sorry sir, but I have more shopping to do, remember beds, dinette, television, that sort of thing.”

Michael motions for a sales person to assist us. A quite handsome young man came to our aide, “This young lady would like those two black sofa’s and which dinette?” he asks pretending to forget.

I quickly looked at all of them and chose the most expensive rectangular set I can find, “That one.”

“Good choice,” Michael says. The salesman asks, “Is that everything for today?”

“Yes, thank you,” I reply.

We follow him to a desk and Michael pulls out a platinum card. “What are you doing?” I ask.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he asks sarcastically.

“You can’t,” I try grabbing the card as Michael starts handing it to the salesman.

“I will,” he argues.

I huff, I didn’t bring you to pay.

“I know that,” he growls obviously not impressed this is happening in front of the salesman. I back off and plan for delivery, before rushing out of the store with Michael to go to the next one, “Where to now?” he asks.

“Television store,” I answer.

“Can you please select one where they don’t work off commission?” he asks with dismay.

“Okay, you take me to one.”

“I thought you would never ask,” he says faking indignation. This time he is driving. The store he choses isn’t too far from the one we just left.

We start strolling in the store. Nobody approaches us. I mumbled to him, “I don’t know much about t.v.’s.”

“Let me do the talking then,” he suggests. “Sure,” I gladly hand him the reigns.

He motioned to a salesperson and they talked for a short while. When they were done their discussion she showed him three televisions and he asked several questions, some of them going way over my head. I look at him like he is crazy, “Will those even fit in my apartment?”

“Sure they will fit,” he smiles.

“I wasn’t planning on spending that much money,” I whisper. “Think of all the money you saved on your sofa’s and dinette set.”

“That’s true,” I say to him. I look at the salesman, “Do you have anything bigger.”

His eyes pop, “No, that’s as largest one we have.”

I looked at the three sets again and as a joke, I point to the most expensive one, “I’ll take two of those!” I explain to Michael, “I need one for my boudoir you know.” I wink at him, and he knows I’m joking, but he plays along to see how far I will go.

He looks at the sales clerk and says, “Give her two.”

I stepped back from them, “I’m kidding, a 42 inch is more than enough in the bedroom.”

“Give her two,” Michael insists. Again, he pulls out the platinum card and refuses to let me pay. The salesman steps away for a second.

“You’re making me feel bad,” I complain.

“Don’t, I worked my ass off for this day, it’s a dream come true for me.”

“You’re too kind,” I say humbly. “I don’t deserve you.”

“On the contrary, it’s me who doesn’t deserve you.” When we got back into the car I ask, “Where to now.”

“A new bed.”

We arrived at the store of his choice an hour before closing. A pleasant lady approaches us offering us help in selecting a mattress. After a short discussion, she leaves us to our own devices to try the beds.

I lay on one bed and rub beside me for him to try it, “There’s no telling what I will do,” he warns.

“There’s people here,” I tell him. “Doesn’t matter.” You select the mattress. “What kind do you like?” I ask.

“Don’t bother with the memory foam.”

“Really? How come?”

“Because, you’ll never be in one position for too long.”

He was so alpha male, I’m getting turned on, I didn’t give a shit what kind of bed I had just so long as he was in it with me. I look around the store more quickly than the rest and chose a medium as opposed to firm or soft, king sized with pillow-top. Done!

Michael insists on paying for half the bed. When the lady charges us, Michael whispers in my ear, “I paid for half to make sure you don’t share it with anyone else,” he growls.

His message is loud and clear, “Yes sir.”

He looks at his watch and informs me, “We ran out of time.”

“We got most of it done,” I reassure him. We stroll back to the car. I feel really good about how much we got accomplished. He takes the driver’s seat and buckles me in before starting the car. The car roars to life and he pulled out of his spot, I start releasing the belts on my harness.

“What are you doing” he asks. “we’re going to get a ticket.”

“Trust me, it will be worth it. What I’ve wanted to do to you since we started shopping,” I say to him while unzipping his trousers. I reach into the warm depths of his pants and pull out his cock. The touch of my hand is all he needs for it to grow hard and start throbbing. I reached over the hump of my Racing seat and start tugging at it before slipping it into my mouth. He groans wanting to close his eyes, but unable to because he’s still driving. I feel his hand grab my hair at the back as I slowly sucked on the tip of his penis. My tongue swirls over every square inch of it before I started taking him deeper into my mouth. He grabs my hair tighter showing me how much I’m pleasing him. He flexes his hips forcing me to take more of him into my mouth as he pushes my head down at the same time. His coordination surprises me. His groaning increases, I knew he’s close.

I start sucking more wildly and he begins to lose all concentration on his driving, he has to slam on his breaks before he almost hits another car in front of him. He protects my head making sure I’m not jolted, “I’m going to come,” he warns. I don’t relent or slow down, I just keep sucking, I can feel it throbbing against my tongue. Warm salty fluid starts erupting from his tip. I swallow all of it, gratifying him immensely.

I tuck him back into his pants before restraining myself with his harness. He isn’t driving me back to the Association as I assume he will, rather he drives me back to his place. He isn’t finished with me yet. He stops abruptly in front of his building and hands the valet his key. We take the lift up to his penthouse, and there is no small talk, no offer of food, he directs me straight to his bedroom, because he wants more of me.

His lips found mine as he fists my hair, backing me onto his king-sized bed, he speaks one word at a time in-between his passionate kisses: I’ve waited so long to be with you. I won’t be able to control it. After his most pleasurable warning he kisses me for so long, I find it hard to catch my breath. I pull back gasping for air.

“Then don’t,” I encourage. “Do what you have to.”

“I want to make love to you all night long,” he confides. His deep voice says words long to hear, literally music to my ears. His mouth covers mine again and he kissed me softly, prying my lips apart so his tongue can explore my mouth at his leisure. When the kiss is done he gives me a second to catch my breath and a chance for me to respond, “I want the same.”

He unzips my skirt at the back and lets it fall to the ground, “Remove your nylons,” he orders. I slipped them off hastily, not caring if I cause a run. Then he slides his hands in my underwear and tears them off before grabbing my sex with his hand, squeezing it. He slowly inserts his finger into me while he starts licking my clit like a starved man with needs. Ahhh I groan feeling his tongue performing long strokes on my soft folds. His finger slowly sliding in and out while his tongue begins swirling around more quickly. I know I’m not going to be able to hold on for too much longer, so I nestle my fingers into his cropped hair and start tugging at it harder and harder the more turned on I get until I’m literally yanking. He slides his finger out and then I have his full mouth on me. He is eating me out and I scream his name as his mouth makes my body shake in response to him. I came all over his face leaving a glossy film that makes him lick his lips in pleasure.

He unzips his pants and without even taking them off all the way he pulled out his hard dick and guided it into me. He spread my arms above my head, pinning me against the bed. He slowly eases himself in and out of me making sure I feel his full length. His pace quickens rapidly, each thrust increasing in intensity. As I hadn’t completely finished my first orgasm, my body is thrown into a second. I’m seeing stars as he roughly bores into me. Oh my God... I call out in convulsions. He pulls out emptying himself all over my stomach marking me.

His eyes are soft with adoration as he comments, “You’re so beautiful.” He kisses me one last time and then says, “Don’t drip on the bed. My sheets cost more than your new dinette set.”

“But it’s okay for you to spray your juices all over me?” I giggle.

“Gives me an excuse to wash that beautiful body of yours off. Shower or bath?”

“Both, let me rinse this off,” I say gesturing to my stomach, “and then we can bathe together.”

He disappears into his suite and starts a shower for me. I jump in rinsing myself off before joining him in his Jacuzzi. Later, we settle down for a nice dinner consisting predominantly of leftovers from the night before. It’s too late and we were so tired by the time all is said and done, that he choses for me to stay overnight at his place, who am I to argue? I love every minute I spend with him.