Chapter 52 A Time To Be Alone
I settled into our bed upstairs while Thomas dealt with the things he had to do in the office downstairs. There was no doubt that he had the business end of the estate in hand. He ran the family business with an iron fist. After all the playing we had done during the movie, there was no way I was going to let him go without finishing what we had started. I had his body in mind and I was not going to let him get away . I had put on my simplest, white nightgown. When Thomas entered the bedroom he would just see me there. There were no ruffles or lace. There was just me and my body and my lover. It was the perfect time to be alone.
Thomas came up the stairs a few moments later. He was in his dressing gown and stopped at the doorway. He paused, looked at me and smiled. "My God, Cathy, I believe I have never seen such a beautiful sight," he said, "If I could never see again, I would be fulfilled." He was certainly the most romantic man I had ever known. He would say these things with such sincerity that I knew they were true. He was always so expressive and seemed so grateful that he melted my heart. I felt so cherished that when I looked in his eyes and tasted his gentle kiss that I knew I loved him, too, with every bit of my soul. Others may not have been able to understand but it was our special secret. There were times I was so content and attracted to him that I was afraid that people could smell it…our attraction was that deep.
Cathy was a sight of absolute purity. She had on her simple white nightgown, with hair loosely down and a fresh scrubbed face than glowed in the light of the two candles she had lit. I was speechless, but managed to say something, though I couldn't tell you what it was. Then the most magical thing occurred to me. Cathy was carrying our child. She would be the mother of our baby and we would have a bond through him or her that would be for life. I had given up hope of having any companionship at all and here she was, a woman of infinite beauty, wit and intelligence. I didn't know what she saw in me, but I was grateful beyond comprehension.
"Thomas….Thomas." she said, which shook me from my reverie. "Oh, right," I replied, "I'll be right there." I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and did the other thing I had to do. I was already half erect so I had to aim carefully. I took off my dressing gown and returned to our bed. Cathy said, "Thomas, what you said about never seeing again? Let's not speak like that. There are so many more beautiful and exquisite things to see." "Like?" I questioned, "I want to hear you tell me. I want to hear you talk. Just the sound of your voice makes me happy." "Thomas Fitzhenry, you are such a funny man…but don't ever stop being that way." she replied, "Think about it…seeing baby Fitzhenry for the first time…seeing it walk…seeing it ride a bike, go to school or taking a walk with us. We have sunsets and flowers and rainstorms to see…the sea and mountains. There is so much beauty in our future I can't even imagine it all. And to me, seeing you, your eyes, and your smile is the thing I cherish. I love you Thomas." I took her in my arms and held her so close that I felt the softness of her breasts and the rise in the bottom of her belly where our baby lived. The skin of her back was perfect as was the curve of her buttocks. I soon found my hand caressing the inside of her thighs and feeling the delicious warmth and wetness there. "I love you too, Cathy." I said as my cock couldn't help respond to the sensations and every part of her that I touched.
Thomas and I embraced. I could feel my breasts on his strong chest and feel the strength in his broad back and shoulders. Our bellies were touching and I knew that he could feel the fullness of my ever growing baby bump. I was getting bigger by the day. I could also feel the enticing hardness of his growing erection. His skillful hand was between my legs where I know I was already wet. I could feel my clitoris swollen and ready. I kissed Thomas tenderly and he returned it with the warm softness of his tongue against mine. It was altogether being immersed in soft pleasure. Passion, yes, but more like what you'd call "making love"….soft, slow and wet. Thomas lowered his head and took one of my tender nipples in his mouth ever so gently. This made me feel more engorged and even wetter where his hand was between my legs. He began to use his skillful fingers to arouse me more. I was beginning to breathe heavily as he massaged me. He knew just the spots to touch and he knew not to stop. It wasn't long before I arched my back off the bed and felt the contractions of a mind boggling orgasm. I felt like I came for minutes and after going over the wall I was limp, relaxed and totally satisfied. Thomas left his hand between my legs just to feel the wetness of my coming.
Cathy had come very nicely, I thought. I lay on my side as she reveled in the afterglow. Soon, she opened her eyes and smiled at me. She was so beautiful and I was filled with love for her. She soon reached her hand up and placed it on my head and pulled me to her. She gave me a kiss that was all hers. She kissed me hard and aggressively with unbridled passion. She pushed me over on my back and put her hand on my cock and massaged. Then she took me into her mouth and did magic with her tongue and lips as I became closer and closer to not holding back. "Cathy, I need to be in you," I said. She climbed up on top of me and slowly sat on my erection. She was extremely wet so it wasn't difficult to do and soon she was moving in a way that just about drove me into a different place. I never had imagined such pleasure or the feeling of raw, all-consuming love. As I was so close to coming, I felt Cathy come again. That was it. There was no holding back and I came with every fiber of my body. I had to yell out loudly because it was so intense. When I opened my eyes Cathy was still on top of me. We looked at each other and huge smiles broke out on our faces. A minute later we were laughing and kissing and rolling around the bed. It had indeed been a perfect time to be alone.
