Gordon felt his heart-strings tugged, he could not even conceive of a time when he did not love this girl, but he realised that her fears were real to her.
“I make no demands on you, and I’ve no wish to cause you hurt in any way. I say I love you, and I really mean what I say. I simply want you to be happy, and am prepared to do anything to achieve that.”
She smiled, a little timidly, so he reached over the table and took her hand.
He loved touching her, and he so wanted this woman to be his, but he was terrified of frightening her away by coming on too strong too quickly.
“I promise that I’ll never force you to do anything you do not want to do, and that I’ll always respect you and your wishes, can I do more?” he asked, pleading directly to her heart.
She shook her head, squeezing his hand. The battle between the old and the new was over, and the new had just won.
After lunch, they returned to the office, and she held his hand rather tightly. He felt like a sixteen year-old on his first date, as he eagerly waited for her to return the gentle pressure of a squeeze.
Michelle had now consigned Mike and his reservations and reticence to the void. She felt excited with the prospect of being a complete woman, and knew that what she felt for this man was probably love.
She felt safe with him; she felt secure and happy. He made her relax and laugh, and they could talk about anything and nothing, yet take strength and warmth from simply being in his presence. She smiled upon hearing his voice, and longed to feel his touch. In short, she wanted to be his woman, and for him to be her man.
They were about to go into the building, when she stopped him and kissed him.
“Gordon, I love you,” she said, and then walked briskly into the lobby, leaving him standing staring after her.
5.
The Boeing 777 landed at New York (JFK) on schedule, just after midday, and the passengers waited impatiently for the aircraft to taxi onto the stand. As soon as it stopped, then there was a mass of movement, except for two passengers in the first class cabin.
Michelle was curled up as close to Gordon as she could get, and sleepily woke from her restless doze. The eight-hour flight had been wonderful, as they had been together and savoured each moment.
She had been with him for a week now, yet still she would not succumb to the desire to have sex, and still he restrained from pushing. They both wanted to, yet something held them back. Gordon had never respected anyone as much as he respected this girl, and he knew that there was something very special that was developing between them.
She stretched, pulling the blanket off and letting her long legs extend as far as they could. The stewardess walked past and smiled.
“They don’t build these things for people your size, sorry,” she said, and Michelle grinned.
“Oh, it’s okay, but I couldn’t travel back there,” she said, pointing to the economy section.
The other passengers scuttled past and raced down the ramp to try to get to the Immigration desks so they could line up for longer. Gordon and Michelle took their time and gathered their hand luggage together. Then ambled casually off the plane, almost the last to leave, walking arm-in-arm down the pier towards the Immigration area.
Michelle’s passport had arrived just one day before they were due to leave, so they both breathed a sigh of relief. She was now a British subject, and she felt much more relaxed. The alien manufactured money was still where she had hidden it, and she was not inclined to collect it. There may come a time when she would need it, but it was just one more risk.
They joined the end of the line for Non-US citizens and patiently waited their turn. Gordon held her close so they kissed and rubbed noses just like the lovers they were becoming. Michelle knew that she and Gordon would have sex soon, it was just she wanted it to be special and right.
A uniformed security guard touched Gordon on the shoulder, indicating that a desk had become free. They went forward together and presented their passports. The armed immigration officer was abrupt and officious, but he could find no fault with the tall British couple. They were respectful and polite, so he stamped their passports with an unconditional entry visa.
Michelle found it strange being back in New York. She had spent fifteen years here as a cop in her other life, and it all came flooding back as the cab took them into Manhattan. The sights, sounds and smells brought back memories, and she found tears in her eyes.
Gordon, who had often been to New York, pointed out landmarks as they passed them. Michelle smiled, as she actually knew the place a hell of a lot better than he did.
They arrived at the hotel and went to the check-in desk. He paused and Michelle smiled, she knew what he was thinking.
“Gordon, one room, honey,” she said, so he turned and smiled at her.
“Sure?”
“Uhuh,” she said, nodding her head.
She lost her virginity the first time around in New York, so she decided to go for the pair.
Gordon checked them into a double suite, and they followed the bellhop up to the room.
It was truly luxurious, with a view of Manhattan, and high enough to be away from the sirens and traffic noise.
There were two huge beds, and she sat on one as Gordon tipped the bellhop.
“Do you want to catch up on some sleep?” he asked.
“No, I want you to kiss me,” she said. He sat beside her and kissed her.
“I have my first meeting tomorrow, what do you want to do today?” he asked.
She looked at him. He was so handsome and so earnest that her heart melted.
“Gordon, I want you to undress me, and I want you to make me your woman.”
He stared at her, almost disbelieving what she had said. She reached up, pulling his face towards her and kissed him, letting her hand slide down to his crotch. He squirmed and held her close, then she lay back passively on the bed. He took his jacket off, and looked down.
“I want you, and I want you now!” she said.
He smiled, and removed her shoes, she let him unbutton her dress, exposing her breasts straining for release in the black lacy bra. She wore a black petticoat and tights. She raised her bottom off the bed as he slid the petticoat down and then the tights. Her lacy black panties were the quick to follow. He pulled her up to a sitting position, unclipping the bra from the rear, so her breasts were freed from their constraints. He licked each in turn and her nipples hardened as his tongue touched them, and he sucked gently on each one. She moaned and started to unbutton his shirt.
He stood up and undressed rapidly and she lay on the bed watching him and smiling. He took out a condom and she held out her hand. Frowning, he passed it to her, so she opened the packet, rolling the condom onto his now ready manhood.
He joined her on the bed and they kissed for a while, their hands exploring each other’s bodies. His hand touched her soft damp crevice, and she moaned a little. He rubbed it, finding her hot little cherry, she grasped him tightly and opened her legs, so he rubbed some more.
She writhed and moaned with pleasure, as her juices made his work easier. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and shuddered as an orgasm hit her.
He shifted positions and she screamed as his tongue touched and titillated her clitoris. He adored her taste and musty scent, and he found himself way past the point of no return.
She came again, as a gush of warm liquid spewed out from her.
“Now. I want you now!” she said, pulling him on top of her.
He found her easily and slowly sank into her, as she was so very wet and ready. She raised her pelvis and moaned as he slowly impaled her.
Her eyes opened wide and she smiled.
“Fuck me, Gordon. Fuck me. Please. Fuck me!” she said, and so Gordon started to slowly withdraw and then thrust himself inside her. Faster and faster he went, as she clawed his back and wrapped her legs around him.