Ch 37
Life was insane
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Late evening, Christmas Eve
Philip....
Since I was the head of security for the Corporation and travelled everywhere that Jim had gone, I had my own suite of rooms at the North Shore estate. Over the last few years, I had bought a few things to make it mine even though we only came to Hawaii maybe four times a year.
One of the few pictures I had was hanging on the wall, the president, Jim and I on the very beach outside my window. Saving both their lives the day before during the meeting between President Bush and the General Secretary of the Communist Party of China, Hu Jintao was so secret, it never happened. Hanging next to the photo was a plaque expressing the gratitude of the Chinese leader but for all I knew, it said I was a scurrilous Yankee dog.
Bush, on the other hand, felt his handshake was thanks enough. I never expected more, that was what the job was and every member of the Service was willing to die to save the life of whoever lived at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
That was how Jim and I met and how I ended up becoming his head of security. And, here I was, hoping to make sweet love to the woman carrying his baby.
Life was insane and the twists and turns of Fate were impossible to predict or understand.
My room was dimly lit by a small lamp on the nightstand and the bed had its covers drawn back as if waiting for us. I had laid down two large plastic trash-bags on the sheets followed by four towels and another blue silk sheet.
I was anything but calm.
Was it truly possible all my dreams and desires for the last four months was finally going to come true? In my heart, I knew she was even more beautiful than the first day I met her back in July. Her figure had filled out so wonderfully, her curves emphasized by her pregnancy aroused me more than any woman I'd ever seen and I was so hoping that she would not lose them after Jim's child was born and stay the way she was right now. Her five month figure was so erotic I wanted it to continue forever.
My emotional connection with him was even greater than brothers; he had to have known, deep in his own soul that if something happened to him I would be there for her. He knew my loyalty to him would extend past the grave.
Somehow, he had given me someone to fill the emptiness my life had known working for him. Whether he thought we would fall in love, I don't know, probably; what was there not to love?
There was a hushed, almost hesitant knock on the door.
Alessa had showered and made love with Maria just before we met at my room, she confessed later and had decided that she wanted her hair back the way it was. Our actions tonight would mark the end of our mourning and thank God, her wondrous hair, hidden all this time, returned in all its teased out magnificence.
Just looking at her, I became uncomfortably hard as I believed Jim did every time he saw or thought of her.
We came together, an air of expectation on her face and mine, the only sound in the room our deep breathing.
I held her in my arms, gently, tightly, carefully. We stood in the middle of the room, oblivious to our surroundings; there was nothing except the 'here' and the 'now' that we were in.
Walking into the bedroom, we shook off our slippers.
Unbuttoning my shirt, Alessa pulled it out and off, dropping it behind her. Bracing herself against my waist and slowly kneeling down on the rug, she unzipped my pants, allowing them to fall to my feet. I stepped out of them and pushed them away with my foot.
Slowly, almost an inch at a time, she pulled down my underwear and held me in her nervous hands, the only man since she had loved Jim. Leaning forward, resting the side of her head against my leg, she kissed me there; moving again, without a sound, she brought her tongue out, circling me, opening her mouth, slowly taking me in, tasting my warm and slightly damp skin. She drew her head back and it popped out.
She looked up at me, smiling and took it back in, her almost light milk-chocolate hand cautiously moving back and forth along its length.
I could only watch as it disappeared past her lips and into her mouth, her face pressed up against my groin as she unbelievably was able to swallow me down her throat. Oh, Jesus... I could feel the closure of her throat pressing on my dick on all sides and she started to move back and forth, taking a quick breath each time she pulled back.
The feeling of Alessa's mouth and tongue was driving me crazy, her face hidden by her rediscovered frizzy cinnamon hair as she slowly bobbed back and forth, my hands resting on her shoulders, then on the back of her head. I could feel the start of a blistering urgency rushing through my body, so physically powerful that she could feel it, too. My back arched, my eyes closed, I started to tremble.
She could taste the beginnings of my excitement on her tongue, warm, sticky and slippery all at the same time. She released me with another kiss, saying, "Not yet, not yet."
It was the first time she had spoken to me since arriving.
Still in the center of the room, I helped her up and unbuttoned her soft white dress, one beautiful button at a time, giving each the individual attention it required, then pulling her dress from one arm and then the other, I let it drop to the rug, exposing her breasts, heavy and larger with pregnancy, her areolas seemed bigger and darker than I remembered that one time I had spied them when she wasn't looking, her nipples standing proud. She moved forward, cupping herself in her hands, bring them forward to my face to kiss and caress.
She moved back, telling me to be gentle.
I squirmed, standing there, unable to hide my excitement for her. I worked to control my emotions although I knew I was fighting a losing cause, so much did I desire her, more than anything I ever wanted in my entire life. I would have given my soul to have her.
