Trust Mr. Ishida to write the news of our merger like a haiku poem. It happened so fast. The paperwork, the merger details, the acceptance of me into the Ishida corporate family. I don’t say anything after I put my phone down.
“Has the merger gone through?” She knows. She can read it in my face. Our relationship is officially on the clock now. “Yeah,” I take a forkful of food, put it in my mouth, and chew like an automaton. I push the phone over and she glances at the message. “It sounds like they want me to come too.”
“Will you be able to do that?” I ask her, “I would like that. It would mean a lot to…I’m sure it would mean a lot to Mr. Ishida and his team if you did.”
I was going to say it would mean a lot to me if she came with me, but I don’t want to force her. “Sure, Roscoe, I’ll come.”
We have stopped going out together in public since the debacle at the nightclub. I feel optimistic about things when Tess agrees to dine out with me. I can only hope she’s decided to put her scruples about our families’ feelings aside and just enjoy the ride.
As if she can read my mind, Tess climbs into bed with me after stacking the dishwasher. She’s wearing an oversized tee-shirt and white cotton panties with her hair still damp from the shower. The way she looks is so sweet I feel my body tighten involuntarily. When she snuggles up to me, I feel a surge of protectiveness rise inside my chest. I don’t want anything or anyone to hurt Tess, and how can I make sure of that if she’s not with me?
“Roscoe…I feel rotten about telling your mom lies about us when we were on the yacht. She wants me to travel to the Hamptons tomorrow to discuss wedding themes. What should I say?”
I must have been too obtuse to recognize this was Tess preparing to meet me halfway. I blame it on the effect her breasts were having on me under the thin transparent cotton shirt. “Tell her to take a raincheck? I’ll tell Mom you’re busy with your collection if she pesters me. The Hamptons is quite a long drive after all. I need you to stay here anyway in case the Japanese contingent wish to say goodbye.”
She seems to accept my fob off and allows me to pull her closer. I get high off the intimacy she gives me. Our heads lie on the same pillow, we are intertwined in each other’s arms. I touch my forehead against hers. “Tess, will you spend the night with me, please?” She gives a little sigh, but doesn’t pull away. “A pre-merger merger?” she asks, her lashes brush my jaw as I kiss her forehead. I don’t answer, but take her hand and guide it down to the cashmere boxers I’m wearing. I kiss her lips when she doesn’t pull her hand away, taking it as a sign that Tess wants this as much as I do.
I do all the things to her I fantasize about doing when I’m at work or while I’m swimming. Gently sucking her top lip, feeling the way she slots her mouth into mine as if we’re two pieces of the same puzzle. Letting the sensation wash over me when she reciprocates by softly sucking my lower lip with tiny nibbles. It’s delicate and delicious, just like Tess herself. All the time, she’s stroking me over the top of my cashmere boxers. The way she does it is sensational without being too stimulating.
Tess moves away from me, but it’s only so she can sit up and pull off her tee-shirt. Her large breasts respond to the change of temperature, but her pale pink nipples are already hard peaks. She lies back down beside me, pulling her long hair up so it doesn’t get trapped behind her back. This is the first night we truly take our time making love. The previous urgency we used to have has been restrained by a different kind of emotion. I know what it is. Since reaching our agreement, we have all the time in the world to have sex, and it shows. There’s no more expiry date on our future actions.
Her stroking becomes harder as our kissing makes her passion rise. I feel her little pants of lust on my mouth when I glide my hand between her legs and stroke her too. My fingers slide inside her and she holds her breath, only to let it out in a long sigh of desire when I start teasing her clit with my thumb. Tess hooks her fingers under my underpants band and pulls them down. I’m so stiff, my engorged knob jerks against my navel, dripping a little bit. She uses this to rub me, circling her hand around my shaft.
Tess climbs on top of me. She rocks herself on me and I feel how wet she is immediately; she’s rubbing her warm mound over me with long languorous kneading strokes. When her pussy brushes against me, I’m dying for Tess to put me inside her, but when I lift my hips, she sits on me to push me back down. “Uh-huh,” she whispers, forcing my chest down with her hands. “You owe me this, Roscoe. For once in my life, I want to feel in control when I’m with you.”
I’m her slave, ready and willing to let her do anything she wants to my body. Her rubbing increases slowly. My hands are around her waist, but I’m not the one steering. It brings me to the point of madness to feel her ass grinding into me then slide up and grind against the throbbing swelling at the end of my cock. I bite my lower lip to try and take my mind off the urgent need to come. She notices this.
“Does it feel good? Do you want to come so bad it hurts?” When I groan and beg her to let me release into her, she shakes her head. “Oh no, Roscoe. It’s me first and you must just lie there and look pretty.”
All this dirty talk has got her really excited. Tess arches her back, throws her head back, and moans softly as her body shakes with the strength of her orgasm. The moment she finishes, I use my strength to move her onto her back by flipping her over. Now it’s my turn. “Was that good for you, Tess? Did you like taking control?”
Her eyes are closed and her head is tossing from side to side with ecstasy. She’s still coming off. I grind myself into her and we come together.
I fall off her, spent, exhausted, fulfilled beyond my wildest fantasies. This time, there will be no chatting while we build up for a second session, this time, all we need is sleep. Sometimes, sex can be so good, there’s no need for a second helping.
* * *
My brothers have decided to join us for the celebratory dinner. When they asked me at work this morning if they could, I glanced down at my phone saying, “Ishida-san says eight o’clock, so we better be there at seven-thirty to be double sure.” Then I sent a text to Tess, telling her to meet us in the restaurant at that time. When I offer to send George to pick her up, she says not to bother, she’s meeting a friend for cocktails and will walk to the hotel from the wine bar. I text back, “Rather you get a cab.” It’s important for us to be there early so we can stand up and bow when the Ishida group enters the restaurant, instead of Mr. Ishida having to bow to us when we arrive. It will set the tone to show our gratitude for the merger. I also got on the phone to confirm the gifts for Mr. Ishida’s family, and the rest of the group, were delivered to his hotel suite that morning.
Mitchell and Harrison lope in together. I glance at my watch before I say, “Well done, only five minutes late.”
They shrug and laugh. “You’ve got this, bro. What is the next goal you plan on setting for yourself?” Mitchell asks me. Harrison downs his whiskey in one gulp, slams the glass down on the table, and smirks. “Roscoe has no more goals, Mitch. He’s getting married. Wait, I lie. Maybe his next goal is to make babies with little blondie with the big tits… Tess.”
I want to kick his arrogant ass, but we’re in the middle of a busy restaurant, so I have to settle for freezing my brother’s blood with a stone-cold stare. “Who told you? Mom or Dad?”
Harrison slouches down in his chair. “Mom, of course. She’s over the moon. You better not fuck this up, because she will be devastated.”
My brothers start to talk amongst themselves, chatting about which one of my exes was the hottest and how they compare to Tess. Meanwhile, I sit in my chair like a stone statue, wondering what hole I’ve dug for myself here. It feels as if I started running downhill the night I met Tess and now I’m in danger of having my feet run out from underneath me. The pressure I feel not to screw this up is real.
“Hey!” Mitch breaks into my thoughts, “It’s just gone past eight. Where is everyone?”
It is not like Ishida-san to be late. And where is Tess? I check my phone to see if she’s texted me, and realize my mistake. “Fuck! The time was for nine, not eight. It’s too late now, We’re going to have to wait for them to arrive.”
More interrogation from my brothers. “Where’s blondie? Did you give her the wrong time too?” Harrison downs his third double whiskey. “I think she’s a gold digger. She’s only using you so she can finagle her way into the fashion world.”
I scoff at this accusation. ”Tess doesn’t need anyone to help her make it big time.”
“Yes, yes, you can go on telling yourself that, Roscoe,” Mitchell joins the conversation, “but she’s twenty-four. That’s twelve years younger than you. That puts you firmly in the Sugar Daddy category, I’m afraid. She’s practically an embryo compared to you. What’s the appeal? What makes this one a keeper? Besides that hot little body of hers, I mean. And she’s pretty, but you can’t deny she’ll want to ride on your coattails all the way to whatever fashion designers consider to be success. Dressing airheads for the Oscars, or whatever.”