Page 22 of Smarty Plants
We sit at the table, and he slides me a notepad and pen. “I know you like planning. Monthly targets. Goals. I’m a guy who reads blueprints and plans. So, we both like to know what’s happening, right?”
“Y-yes….” I scan the calendar for the next twelve months displayed on the whiteboard, not quite believing what I’m seeing.
“Here’s the plan – we date for a month, then sit down and see if everything is going well. Assuming it is”…he squeezes my knee under the table…“we date for anotherfivemonths, in which Ifind out all of your hopes and dreams, which I hope include…marriage and a couple of kids?”
“Yes. Well, one kid at first, see how that goes.”
“Perfect. Then, in month seven, we shop for rings, plan a wedding – I’m guessing you’ll want something small and cozy, but if you’d like something grander, that’s cool too – and either you decide how you want my house to be renovated, or we buy a new one.”
My mouth falls open. “Isn’t that…fast? I have no idea what a normal timeline would be.”
“We make our own timeline, angel. It might be a little quick, but I’m not going to live apart from you any longer than necessary. Hell, I’d move you in here tomorrow, if I wasn’t positive that would make your head spin.”
I stare in disbelief at his monthly targets. They’re even color-coded! Next week he’s going to clear out some space in the bedroom and bathroom for me and have a key cut. He wants a list of my favorite tea and coffee to have on hand. He wants us to make a list together of our comfort foods and take-out places, so one of us can care for the other if they’re feeling under the weather. He really does plan ahead, like I always try to.
“Of course, if at any time you don’t think I’m the man for you, you just have to tell me.” His thick arm slides around me, rocking me gently. “This was not intended to overwhelm you, angel. I just wanted you to be able to see everything at once, so you can wrap your mind around things.”
“I…” Ben is being so open that I feel compelled to do the same.
“What is it? I want to hear every single thing that’s in your head,” he whispers.
“Maybe I don’t think I’m interesting enough for you now that your crisis is over.”
He rocks me again, kissing my temple. “Oh baby. That’sinsane.” He chuckles. “You’re brilliant, but there’s clearly a drop of crazy in that beautiful brain of yours. Did you know that?”
“But studies show that relationships that start in crisis often?—”
He cuts me off with a deep kiss that I feel all the way down to my knees. “Ours wasn’t asharedcrisis, angel. Honestly, it wasn’t that big a deal. Just one carpentry business, not the end of the world. And all the stress was on my end. For you, it was just busy work, right? I truly appreciate that, by the way. I’m going to spend a ton of time and energy making that up to you.”
“You don’t have to…”
I stop as everything hits me at once. The way he’s snuggling me so sweetly. The way he laid out our next year together so I could visualize it. So I could plan and think it through.
Ben truly gets me. He is perfect for me, in every way. Sweet, with just a touch of rough at the right times. Smart, and respectful of my thoughts and opinions.
My mind and my gut have a split-second huddle, and for once, they agree.
“I love you,” I blurt out, staring up into his warm brown eyes.
His dazzling grin sends spirals of lust corkscrewing through my stomach. “And here I thought it might take months before you realized that.” His lips brush the tip of my nose. “I love you too, Iris. So much.”
We’ve done a lot of talking. I’d rather show him how I feel. First, I close the curtains. Then I start unbuttoning his shirt as he stares at me with wide eyes. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Closing a deal here in the conference room. That’s what it’s for, right? And I saw you lock the front door. Nobody’s going to interrupt us.” I push some of the papers out of the way, then start to slip off my dress.
My hands fumble with his pants, so he helps me, pulling out his massive cock that is already completely hard. Staring in awe, I still cannot understand how that thing got completely inside me. I slip off my panties and spread my thighs, loving the way he stares at me, making me tingle.
As before, Ben distracts me from his size by kissing me gently while bringing the tip of his shaft directly against my clit. His mouth stifles my slight giggle.
He’s a detail-oriented man who pays attention to architectural and engineering specs. Is he developing a mental map of my body, knowing exactly how much pressure I crave as he begins to dip the thick, blunt head inside me? It feels like it.
We rock in silence for several minutes, my legs wide apart as his twitching cock works deeper and deeper. My pussy is squeezing him so tightly I can’t believe he can move, but I’m so wet he sinks in with only a dozen or so controlled slow thrusts.
Finally, when his entire length is seated, I moan, grabbing his tightly sculpted ass with both hands.
“I call this meeting to order.” My breathless voice does not sound very authoritative, but I continue. “I move that going forward, all detailed planning sessions will include a recess for mutual sexual pleasure.”
Ben laughs, his hand pressing between my shoulders to slide me right to the edge of the table.
