Unworthy (21 page)

I feel Grace move and moan within my hold and I delve my nose into the nape of her neck so I can take in her scent. I want to bottle it up; it is like my own elixir of life, although after today her come is a close contender. Everything about this woman makes me entranced by her body and its beauty and divine smell. Perfect. Everything about this woman is perfect. I place a soft kiss on her forehead and begin to stroke her hairline. As much as I want to spend all day this close to her I know we will have to make an appearance in the cabin and eat some food. I can’t wait to show her the city and all it has to offer, but I also just want to ravish her body. It is going to be a hellish couple of days, but Grace will be worth it. I kiss her a couple more times and I can feel her stir within my hold. Blue beautiful eyes stare up at me in wonder and my heart melts even further for this woman.

     “Sleep well?” I ask her, giving her another kiss, but this time on her lips. The moan from the depth of her throat stirs my dick into life again and I have to fight to control it. As much as I could take her yet again I know we have to go back to the world of the living.

     “I was worn out.”

     “How did that happen?” I ask her with a wink, and I can see her blush and the need to take her yet again takes me over.

     “Come, there is a shower and then we can eat.”

     “Yes, boss.” I lead her through to the small bathroom and as we both stand in the waterfall we help each other wash only for the need to have her consume me and I take her up against the wall with her screaming my name.

     As I lead Grace back to the seats in the cabin I have to give the stewardess credit, if she heard us at all she doesn’t give anything away. We sit down facing each other and we are both handed a glass of red wine. The stewardess comes back a few moments later with our starters and we sit there together for the rest of the flight enjoying a three course meal and a little more wine. 

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

GRACE

     To say I am speechless when I enter Samuel’s home is an understatement. As soon as you step through from Samuel’s glass private elevator you are dominated by views of Central Park and it is beautiful. The outside walls are dominated by floor-to-ceiling windows and the whole place just reeks of class and sophistication, but you know it is Samuel’s home. The apartment just seems to be him and I love it. The living area is dominated by piano and leather seats, the kitchen looks like something any chef would dream of having and there are so many other rooms. One stores a massive flat-screen television and games consoles where another is a library where I have never seen so many first editions of some of the most beautiful stories of all time. I can’t believe that one man can have and need so much space and belongings. When Samuel leads me to his room there is the biggest bed I have ever seen in the middle and opposite another flat-screen television. His walk-in closet is as big as a shop back home, with enough suits to rival any retailer. When I walk into his ensuite bathroom it is like I am stepping into a spa, just without the therapists. There is his and hers sinks a walk-in shower with so many heads I could lose count. In the middle of the room, in its own little island, is a massive sunken bath with jets so you feel you are in your own Jacuzzi. I also notice that in the far corner there are two other little rooms, one is a Sauna whereas the other one, which is made of glass, is a steam room. I can feel Samuel behind me taking in my reaction to his castle when he steps over to me and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into his hard chest so I can feel his heart beat.

     “What do you think?” He asks me, and I can tell he is a little nervous of my answer.

     “It’s...” I don’t know what to say, any word I say will put his home to shame and I would never want to hurt him. I can see how proud he is.

     “I could stay here all day.”

     “Your wish is my command. I already had my housekeeper get everything ready.”

     “Really?” I ask, as if I expect him to laugh and tell me I’m not good enough to set foot in this beautiful room, in his home.

     “Really. Where would you like to start?” He gives me a kiss on the nose as he watches me come up with an answer.

     “The bath. Please.” 

We spend the next few hours pampering ourselves.

We sit in the bath allowing the jets to work their magic on our weary muscles, we make it to the sauna and then the steam room and when we get out it’s a must for the bath again. As we step in, the water is just as hot as when we left it, it obviously must keep the water temperature, but as we both settle into the water I get the need for a cuddle. I don’t get a cuddle, but I do get another round of full-blown Samuel rough sex and to say its mind-blowing would be cruel to Samuel and his manhood.

As Samuel helps me to get out and places a robe around my shoulders he asks me

     “What would you like to eat?”

     “Could we have pizza and watch a movie in that bed of yours?” I ask, with a shy smile. I have no idea what he will think of my query, but you don’t know till you ask so I try to remain hopeful.

     “Meat feast OK for you, Miss Grace?”

     “Yes, thank-you.” And I make my way through the door and into his room where I jump onto the middle of his bed and all I can hear are his laughs.

     “Come on, I’ll phone through the order and we can choose a movie.” He takes my hand and pulls me off of his bed and leads me back down the stairs, as he phones through our pizza. He takes me through into his T.V room as he calls and I can’t believe how many Blu-ray discs and games he has. There are so many it’s as if I have just stepped into my very own Blockbuster store. He takes in my lost expression and laughs while he points to a selection of discs.

     “You may like these.” I go over to where he points and I see so many that it’s hard to just choose one, but then I see one that takes my interest. I remember my mum watching it one afternoon when I had come home from school and I was just drawn to it. I pick it up and hand it to Samuel.

     “Really? You want to watch this?”

     “Yes, please.” I watch as one of Samuel’s brows arches in question, but I give nothing away on how humorous he looks.

     “A night of Robin Hood Prince of Thieves.  Yeahhhh.”  He gives me a kiss just as his intercom goes off.  Then, with a small smack to my bum, he says

     “You go on up and get comfortable while I go get the pizza.”     

Five minutes later he joins me on his bed where we watch the film I chose and eat our pizza. I settle my head into Samuel’s chest as we watch the movie and it doesn’t seem to take me long till I fall asleep against the gentle rhythm of his heart.

The next day I awaken to Samuel’s gentle kisses as he slowly brings me to.

     “Good morning, Miss Grace.”

     “Good morning, Rich Boy.” I see him roll his eyes at me just before he pulls me out of his warm comfortable bed and once I’m standing he takes a swipe at my bottom again. He seem to like my bum and for some strange reason my like for it grows as well and I watch as he walks around me, takes a hold of my hand and pulls me into the bathroom.

     “Come, we have a full day ahead of us.”

     Once we have showered together and Samuel has taken me to new heights with my orgasms, Samuel and I walk out through the heat to breakfast. It is a little diner just opposite Samuel’s apartment building and they do the best pancakes I have ever eaten.  

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

GRACE

     “Are you sure about this?” I ask with a shaky voice as his car gets to a gate. The car stops and I can see Samuel pull at the handbrake to secure his beloved vehicle. I can feel his hand squeeze mine and his other hand reaches to my face and pulls back a strand of hair that has come away from my ponytail. Samuel’s fingers place my hair behind my ear and then very slowly graze down my neck and then work themselves back up again, lighting a fire against my skin. Those magic fingers go back around my ears and now he is using both his hands as they move back down my neck until they reach the swell of my breasts as he slowly begins to massage them. One hand stays at my left breast as the second continues its slow progression up my neck to then settle at my mouth where his fingers play along my lips. Without even thinking of what I am doing I open my mouth and slowly accept a finger into my mouth where I gently suck and lick. He quickly pulls both hands away from me, leaving me as a wanton wreck just before he places a soft kiss on my lips.

     “Yes, I’m sure.” He says as he looks deep into my eyes where I can see the longing he has just left within me scream at me through his eyes.

     “There’s something about you, Grace.” He says, but stops suddenly as if he wants to say something else, but is too scared too. I watch him take in a deep breath and give me that beautiful smile of his as he runs a finger across my cheek as he continues.

     “You’re special to me. You’re mine, you’ll always be mine.” You’re mine? What does that mean? I remember him saying something similar last night as our bodies became one, but the pleasure and emotions he evoked from me made me not take notice. He can’t feel the same as I do, can he? Oh God, how amazing would that be, but I can’t expect him to say anything. He’s Samuel Harding. Men like him don’t fall for girls like me and as much as he is making me feel like the only girl on this Earth to him, it means nothing. Not in the real world anyway. I notice the gates open and Samuel begins to drive the car through them. As we get through the other side all you can see is green. There is a windy road leading our car into the sea of trees and an array of beautiful colors from the many flowers as far as the eye can see and it takes us at least ten minutes until I notice a large house in the distance.  The house obviously is the main attraction, looking like something you would see back home. Large to scale and grand almost like a castle, but giving off the effect of a family home. Even from this distance you can tell there is a lot of love at this home and I instantly feel jealous. How I would have loved to have grown up in a home like this where you know you are loved and taken care of by both your parents.

     The road we’re on takes us right up to the property where there is a large path, but it goes off around the house to who knows where. I notice in the path there are two beautiful cars parked. In the middle there is a water fountain that takes pride of place. Samuel parks his car next to the other two vehicles and I watch him as he gets out and walks around and opens my door. As I get out I can feel his hand take hold of mine just as the other one is placed around my middle and I instantly feel like I am where I am meant to be. In this man’s life and in his arms and I can only hope that when he wants to end it I don’t make a complete idiot of myself, because I know when the time comes I undoubtedly will. It makes me feel sick at the mere thought of it, but I know it will happen. I just have to enjoy the ride while I can because I will never get a chance like this again.

Samuel leads me to the door. He just opens it up and leads me inside before I hear him bellow

     “Hello, we’re here!” Before I know what is happening an older woman with graying hair is coming out of one of the doors with her arms opened.

     “My baby boy. You look too thin.”

     “Mom” I watch as the two embrace and as they pull away from each other I am aware of others in the room. There are three other women that look remarkably like Samuel’s mom and I remember him saying he had three older sisters. There is an older man coming over to shake Samuels hand and I know that this must be his father as he just looks like an older version of his son, but with grey hair. Samuel’s father steps away and I can feel him staring at me intently, but it doesn’t make me wary. What is it with this family? Samuel’s mum looks towards me as I hear her ask

     “This must be Grace.” She engulfs me with a hug followed by all three of her daughters.