chapter 59

I’ve never found a workday so long! Almost every 5 minutes, I had to remind myself I was at work and get my mind out of the gutters.

Dirty thoughts, that’s all I had all day on my mind. I was making plans all day as to what I want to do to, and with Mathieu.

He really had awoken a thirsty beast in me last night! I never really thought I was missing being with a man so much until I was with one again. He made me feel like a goddess. And I do want to do the same for him. 

Oh, the things I want to do to him are just simply sinful.

It’s a good thing Kaylee called me at lunchtime to say she’s sleeping over at Bree’s house tonight. Something about a dance class crisis that needs sorting out.

I left work early, something I usually never do unless it’s for a doctor’s appointment, to get everything I needed for dinner tonight.

I got some chicken, to make some home-made crispy strips and a nice Greek salad. I also got 2 bottles of my favorite white wine.

I know 2 bottles, but in my defense, one is to drink with Mathieu, the other is to drink while cooking.

At least I’ll share one.

I get everything out to make my batter while the oil is warming up on the stove.

I cut the chicken in little strips and get then ready near the stove. Taking a sip of wine, I put in the first few pieces. It’s starting to smell so good.  

After a couple of them are cooked, the doorbell rings.

Must be Mathieu. I think to myself, smiling with a little mischief.

“It’s open!” I yell out, taking another sip.

Keeping near the stove, I see him from the corner of my eye walking into the kitchen.

“Hi beautiful, he says, snaking his arms around my waist, kissing my temple. “This smell so good. What are you making?” He asks, taking a whiff over the cooking chicken.

“I am making crispy chicken strips with a Greek salad; I hope that’s ok?” I ask, turning around.

Oh, hot dam!!

He’s wearing a button-up shirt with an open collar and dark jeans. His hair is just disheveled enough to make me want to run my hand through them.

He’s looking mighty fine.

“Like what you see?” He asks, smirking with such a sexy crooked smile.

Feeling myself get red, I take another big gulp of wine, turning around at the same time humming my response.

“What was that? I didn’t hear what you just said.” He says, trying to get me to turn back around.

He is doing this on purpose! I know he heard me.

Rolling my eyes, I turn back around, square my shoulders, and reply.

“Yes, I do like what I see. Now, you can help me out with diner by cutting up the salad and veggies that are on the counter.” I say with authority.

“Yes, mama. I am at your service tonight!’ He says, winking mischievously before turning around and getting the salad ready.

Well, surely that had a double meaning!

Getting everything done and on the table, I pour each of us a glass of wine.

“Where Kaylee tonight?”

“She’s at her friends Bree’s tonight. There seems to be an issue with her dance group, and they needed to work on it tonight to fix it.” I tell him, taking a bit of my salad.

“I hope everything goes well and they’re able to fix whatever’s happening.” He says, in a matter of fact kind of way, but with genius concern. Genuinely caring for Kaylee and what happens to her is the right way to melt my heart.

For some reason, it also makes him look that much sexier.

“Oh, by the way, I talked to my mom today.”

“How is she?” I ask, a bit nervous.

I haven’t talked to her in years. After I left, it was just too hard seeing her. It kept reminding me of Mathieu and all the pain I was dealing with. I regret not knowing and being there for her cancer treatment. I hope she’ll forgive me for being so absent. It really wasn’t her fault.

“She’s doing great. I hope you won’t be mad at me, but I told her I ran into you a few weeks ago.” He says, looking at me anxiously.

“Ok…What else did you tell her?” I ask

“I told her we’ve been hanging out a bit. She asked a lot of questions about you. She really misses you. You know, she’s always hoping you and I would get together one day. She kept telling how stupid and a fool I was after you left. She was angry at me. She knew I did something for you to leave like this and not want to see me or say goodbye to anyone. She says your mom did give her some new one in a while. She’s proud of you, and of your daughter. She hopes she can see you someday soon.” He tells me, making me tear up.

“Shit, I didn’t say all this to make you cry! I’m sorry.” He says, taking my hand in his.

“No, don’t be sorry. I miss you mom too. I never should have treated her the way I did after I left. I should have kept in contact with her. She’s been like a second mother to me all my life, and I did abandon her. She just reminded me too much of you. After everything that happened, I just could look into her eye. They’re exactly like yours.” I tell him, whipping my eyes.

“And I’m not saying this to hurt you, it’s just how I felt back then. Maybe…”

“Maybe, what?” He asks, looking at me curiously.

“Maybe we could take a weekend trip back home for the weekend? The 3 of us.” I ask, feeling myself turn red.

He looks at me with such a surprised expression, that soon turns into enthusiasm. Sliding to the edge of his seat, he takes both my hand tightly in his.

“Really?! You’d want to take a trip back home with me?” He asks, looking for reassurance.

“Yeah. I think it’s long overdue. Kaylee misses her grandparents, and I’m sure your mother would like to meet her too.” I say, feeling, for some odd reason, relief.

“I’m sure she would be ecstatic to meet her!” He says. “You know what, we should keep it a surprise. I’ll call her, tell her I’m coming over and we’ll all show up. She will be beside herself seeing you arrive with me!” He says with his excitement growing by the second.

“I think that’s a great idea,” I tell him, smiling just as much as he is.

I guess wallowing in my own misery blinded me to what I was missing. My family, my whole family, including Mathieu and his.

Getting up to empty the table, Mathieu takes the plate off my hands.

“You cooked; I’ll clean. Make yourself another glass of wine, go relax and I’ll join you in just a little bit.” He says, winking again, heading toward the sink to do the dishes.

He’s even domesticated for chores, interesting. I think to myself, laughing at the silliness of the thought.

This is the perfect opportunity to get myself ready for what I have planned for tonight.

Smiling at the thought, I get my glass and rush to the bathroom. Fixing my hair and makeup a little, I change into my little red negligee.

I look at myself in the mirror and I examine myself. I feel slightly shy and nervous, but mostly excited. I haven’t felt this kind of need and want in so long.

Getting out, I carefully peek into the kitchen and see Mathieu’s just about done the dishes. I rush into my bedroom and dime the lights. I put on my diffuser with my favorite sent and make sure my bed is tidied up nicely.

Laying across the bed with one arm propped up holding my head, I feel kind of silly, but I’m having fun, so, the hell with it.

“Mathieu, when you're done, could you help me with something in the bedroom, please?” I ask in the best seductive tone I can muster up.

“I’ll be right there, I’m almost done.” I hear him yell out.

Making sure I’m in the right position and that nothing is out of place, I wait patiently for him to arrive. I can hear his footsteps getting closer, making my heart beat faster.

Am I really doing this?

“What can I hel… “Mathieu starts to say but freezes in place when he sees me, lying there in bed, almost naked in my very small red attire.

Seeing him look at me like this, is worth my nervousness.

He slowly changes his eyes from surprise to lustful desire. Walking toward me like a lion stalking his prey. He slowly starts unbuttoning his shirt, making me anxious in anticipation to see his naked chest again. He is built like a Greek god!

Sitting myself up, I slid closer to the edge of the bed, dangling my feet near the ground. Lifting my hands, I grab each side of his pants, pulling him closer to me.

Looking up to him, I slowly lick my lips, making him take in a sharp breath.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you look right now? And how hard you are making it for me to stay a gentleman with you?” He says in a deep, low, sexy voice.

“What if I told you I don’t want you to hold back? What would you do?” I tell him, looking at him through my long lashes.

“I don’t want to scare you away with what I’d like to do to you.” He says, looking still lustful, but also concerned.

Looking down, thinking for a second, I look back up at him with determination.

“Tell me, what do you have in mind? I might just have the same desires as you.” I say while unbuttoning his belt, slowly taking it off.

Closing his eyes, I can tell he’s debating himself if he should tell me what his desires are.

Keeping his eyes closed, he turns slightly red but starts telling me a little of what he’d like to do.

“I want, I want to take you and bend you over this bed…” He says exhaling deeply as he explains it to me.

Wanting the exact same thing, I finish unfastening his jeans and let them fall to the ground. I prop myself back on the bed, but this time, I turn myself around for my backside to face him.

“Just like this?” I ask, turning my head to the side to look at him with hunger in my eyes.

Seeing his eyes grow darker, he gently takes my hips and softly brushes his fingers on my hips.

“Exactly like this.” He says, pulling my hips against his front. I can feel his growing length against my backside.

Sliding his thumb on each side of my thong, he slowly slides it down, bending down and kissing my back at the same time, giving me delicious shiver at each contact his lips have with my skin.

“What else would you do?” I ask

“I’d…I…” He seems to be struggling to tell me what he wants to do next.

Maybe I should tell him what I want him to do?

“Do you know what I’d love for you to do?” I ask, turning my head to look back at him again.

“What would you want me to do?” He asks huskily.

“I’d want you to grab my hair and take me as hard and as fast as you can!” I tell him with sensual determination.

He looks at me in surprise for a moment.

“Are you sure about this?” He asks me, trying to confirm if I really wanted to go through with this.

“That is definitely what I want you to do to me!” I reply

Looking at me for a second more, he takes action in a split second. Taking his own underwear off, he slides his finger on my slit, making sure I was wet enough, and take his length to it.

Gasping in pleasure from the sudden invasion, it takes me a second to realize he’s already all the way in.

“Are you absolutely sure about this?” He asks again.

“YES!! Stop asking and take me!” I say, frustrated.

Not a second after I’m done yelling, he takes his hands to my hair, holding onto it tightly, taking me exactly the way I wanted him too.

“Oh, god! Yes! Keep going!” I yell out in pure ecstasy.

I can feel the pleasure building up in my lower abdomen in no time, I know I’m close.

“Keep going, just like that, I’m going to come!”

I can hear him grown out his own pleasure, making me wetter. His warm breath against my backside, and the hitting of flesh against flesh. I relish at the intensity of everything I’m feeling at this moment.

I have dreamed and fantasized about this for so long. It’s even better than what I had imagined.

“Tasha, I’m going to come!” He says in a harsh breath, pulling out and coming all over my back.

Breathing heavily, laying down on my bed staying face down, I can feel the thickness on my back.

I feel him laying down next to me, kissing my shoulder.

“Tasha, that was amazing.” He says, nuzzling the crook of my neck, making me smile.

“It was. But I have to ask you, why did you pull out?” I ask curiously. Turning my head to face him.

“I didn’t really want to, but at the last moment, I realized I wasn’t wearing a condom. We didn’t actually have the conversation about protection, and I didn’t want to take any chance just in case you’re not taking birth control medication.” He says, turning slightly red from embarrassment.

When the realization hits me, I know he made the right call!

“Shit! You’re right. I didn’t even think about this. I’m glad you did in time and pulled out.” I tell him, feeling relieved he did the right thing.

“Wait here for a second. I’ll go get a washcloth to clean you up.” He says chuckling while looking at his masterpiece on my back.

I never thought I’d get to feel so love and cherished. But Mathieu seems to have found his way into my heart and desires faster than I thought he would.

So far, I’m definitely not disappointed.