Page 11 of The High Price Of Loneliness

After a minute or two, he asked, “Would you like a softer pressure?”

Her heart was racing and along with her rapid breathing, her “No” was pushed out quickly.

“Thank you,” Edward replied, adding, “Your delicate lips are changing color to pink and coral. You look beautiful.”

She thought,No one else has ever talked to me this way. Or even bothered to pay attention or seemed to care how I felt. Her breathing was coming harder and faster now. So, intuitively, feeling her energy, Edward increased the speed and pressure of his strokes ever so slightly. Rhythmically, steadily, over, and over.

Angelica cried out softly. Blissful joy and energy were building inside as she had never experienced before. She felt like electricity was starting to spark inside her rushing over her entire body. All the while Edward continued stroking—now with a bit more fervor and energy. Angelica’s voice cried out, “Oh, my god!” as she felt her core starting to tremble. Her legs were twitching as she cried out, “It is happening! Oh my—Please!”

Gray’s voice demanded, “Please, what?” still stroking her intensely now.

She arched her back, knees stretching as wide apart as she could open herself to beg, “Please, can I cum?”

He released her finally. “Yes, you may cum just one time,” he said in a loud commanding voice, as he stroked her firmly now with intensity.

Angelica was completely locked up, as though her entire body was in a fit of seizure. It was so intense it was almost too much to endure. As she climaxed with waves rolling through her, over and over and over again, she cried out, “Ahhhhhhhhh! Oh, Oh, Oh…Shit!”

Locked momentarily in a silent world, unable to speak, but still gripping the blanket tightly in her hands, she felt Edward finally stop stroking. He placed the palm of his hand over her mound again, holding it there with a calming steady pressure to help guide her back down to recover. He could still feel her trembling and the occasional aftershock still as she convulsed lightly in his hand. Angelica cried softly. Sobbing just a bit, she heard his deep voice ask quietly, “Is everything ok, Angelica? Are you hurting anywhere?”

She cried more loudly now. She sniffled and tried to catch her breath before saying, “No. Everything is ok. I’ve just never … I’ve never felt that before. Ever!” Angelica exhaled hard, trying to talk, and then gulping air in. “Not with anyone.”

His reassuring voice calmed her gently and slowly back down. “Shhhhh,” Gray whispered. “Shhhh. Just breathe, Angelica. It’s ok. It’s totally normal to feel this way. Just take a deep breath and try and hold it for me. I am right here with you.”

As he closed her thighs back to their starting position, he covered her completely now with the blanket. Stroking her forehead and hair to comfort her, he asked, “How are you feeling?”

She took a deep breath before speaking and then gazed into his eyes as she replied, “That wasamazing. More than amazing! I don’t have any words to explain.” Angelica stumbled to put into words what she was feeling.

She felt Edward lay next to her as he asked, “Can you turn toward me, and just put your head on my shoulder for a bit?” As she turned toward Edward, she kissed him softly on the cheek and then nestled her head into his chest, wrapping her knee over him. She felt almost like they were snuggled up as if to watch a movie together. “Perfect. Now, just rest and lay here with me for a while, ok?” he said.

Angelica exhaled like the wind was leaving her soul. “This is like … heaven,” she said softly and sweetly, wrapped around him.

Gray asked gently and with a softness in his voice, “When we are together—this will always be a safe place to say how you feel. You can tell me anything. Open and honest communication is the only way we grow and learn. So, I would like to know one or two things we just did that you liked and would like more of next time, and … maybe one or two things that you would like a bit less of?”

Her mind was still floating in the afterglow of her most powerful release ever. There was no list of things for improvement, only the soft pink energy left inside of her. But her favorite part of Edward’s question was that it was about “next time.” The thought of that made her heart smile. She said only, “Everything. I liked everything, and I wouldn’t change a thing next time.”

Edward gently squeezed her in his arms and reassured her, “It is ok to share anything you don’t like. I am a confident man and won’t be defensive or take it personally. What I mean is it won’t hurt my ego if you give me feedback or suggestions. This is a safe place to share anything.”

Angelica insisted with an urgency to make Edward believe her this time, “No. It was simply amazing. I still don’t have the words to explain, but don’t change a thing, please.”

She heard him finally relax into her words now as he replied, “Thank you for sharing that, of course. But I also want to thank you for being so open and free with me tonight. Thank you for your trust.” She felt his fingers streaming through her long blonde hair softly as he continued, “This is extremely personal and our most intimate space, Angelica. So, most of all— thank you for choosing me.”

She wanted him to know what this was like for her and how he made her feel. But the bright white light inside her came rushing out, simply as a sigh of relief. “I am so glad I came back to the restaurant last night—and now all of this!” Angelica said with genuine happiness. She was glowing from head to toe, as she made her next request. “Will you sleep with me? Stay with me tonight, Edward?” she asked.

She looked into his deep blue eyes smiling at her slightly, as he replied, “Not tonight, Kitten.” She felt him lean over and kiss her softly on the forehead. Stroking her baby-soft hair tenderly. “Just lay here and rest. I will lock your front door and check it to make sure you are safe and secure on my way out.” As she felt him start to rise from her bed, he added, “Have sweet dreams, and I will call you tomorrow afternoon.”

Angelica pulled him close to her for one more hug before he was gone, holding on tightly. She felt—like she would never want to let go.

CHAPTER FIVE

The Telephone Date

Angelica overslept. She hadn’t slept that deep and hard in ages and was still comfy lying in bed, experiencing that feeling when you need to get up, but it still feels good and cozy laying there halfway between asleep and awake. She looked at the time and said out loud, “Oh, crap!” A wave of stress flowed through her as she would now have to rush to be on time for work. She crawled slowly out of the still-warm bed to make her way to the shower, stripping off her pink robe from the night before—smiling as she remembered Edward’s voice and touch—even though she had to hurry now.

Stress looming over her, from the pressure of running late, seemed to be a frequent visitor with Angelica, but she welcomed the hot shower streaming over her body. She leaned back, feeling the jets pounding down on her soft skin. She loved the feel of it. Next, her back got a turn under the torrents of water streaming down her spine and legs.

The bathroom was getting steamy now from the hot shower with mirrors fogging, and she turned the water off sooner than she would have preferred. She needed to quickly dry off and finish getting ready. She liked the feel of the towel on her skin, and with a second towel, she wrapped her hair—Carmen Miranda style—to help gently dry it.

She chose a conservative outfit for the property management office where she worked. A straight black skirt and silver blouse for her day answering calls from tenants and the occasional sales prospect. She was good with people, but it seemed there were a hundred details to handle, and never enough time to get everything done. It was something of a one-person office most days, so she really hated being late as that would mean no one answering the phones.

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