She was a puzzle that I was constantly trying to solve but the parts were always moving. Lily Khan, made me feel a way that I had never done before. I was obsessed with her.
When my son stayed with us, we had a breakthrough and I felt it was a matter of time before I would be impregnating her. After that night, things calmed down between us and I put it down to ovulation hormones. I was intent to keep putting in the work as she was giving me a lot of encouragement.
I had been in contact with her lawyer about arranging visitation. There was a lot of red tape and the responses I was getting suggested the family wanted to move on.
The more I looked into it and did my own research snooping online, I realized the father had remarried as the local records showed. It would only be natural for their child to adapt to the new 'mom'. This would be heartbreaking for Lily but I would have to let her discover the new dynamics on her own. Despite the saying being, "Don't shoot the messenger." It was more times than not, that the messenger was shot.
I finally had a breakthrough as arrangements were made for a day visit in the park. Just a few hours, but after all the red tape and barriers that were put up, it felt like a breakthrough. This would open 2 visits a month depending on how it went and by the end of the year we hoped to get more time.
I broke the news to Lily about the visit being granted and she had a joyous smile that I had not seen in some time. She hugged me and I felt the warmth of her body melted into mine.
It was at this moment, that I knew that I loved her or I was in love with her. More than just being horny and wanting to impregnate her, the truest part of me, just wanted her to smile like this. I wanted to shield her from the pain that was to come but a part of me had to let her experience what was going to happen.
I had encouraged her to work less hours and it meant she spent more time with me. She was great with my son and it made my time with my son more enjoyable. She always had good ideas for what we could do and she was always more affectionate with me when she was around my son. I believed on a subconscious level she was feeling a need to mate and reproduce. We kissed and those kisses lingered for a while. There was a passion and heat between us but she was still holding back. In some ways, I thought it was due to the hope she could get her child back before she decided to move on with me.
One evening we went out to celebrate. On the days she was particularly heated, I could sense an aroma about her. It was like some predatory instinct I had from a caveman era. I was always content to be a gentleman with her but sometimes I felt a need to act out.
We went out for a meal and then we went to an r&b club for some drinks. I was hesitant as I remembered her telling me she had been sober since her pregnancy. She said she wanted to let loose and felt joyous tonight. Who was I to deny her?
It was nice to see her let her hair down. Figuratively and literally, she loved a ponytail usually. She was always dressed casually at home and smart casual for work. Tonight she was wearing a dress, she had shaved her legs and the dress rested just above her knee. In truth, I liked the times she was not completely shaven, the stubbly legs felt so raw and sexy. It makes me sound weird but I liked to feel passion in the moment. This woman made me see the world differently.
We were slow dancing on the dance floor to some r&b music. I was behind her and she was backing into me. She was drunk and the dancing was probably not as smooth as we imagined in the moment but I liked how our bodies melted together. My hands were on her waist just an inch or two below her breasts. The dance floor was dark and it was full of bodies. I could feel her grind against me from time to time. No lies can be told, my erection was evident and she was grinding against it. Her dress riding up slightly to mid thigh. I didn't complain, I liked this intimacy and I wondered where it would lead to tonight.
My hands raised up that final inch and began to rub the underside of her breasts. Her large padded bra frustrating me as I feel it through her dress. I run my thumb over the padded bra and feel the bumps of her stiff poking nipples.
"Uhmph!" She moans as she backs up a little more and grinds harder against me. Her back arches as she grinds her ass against my hard dick. She makes me want her so bad but I am prepared to wait. She is testing her limits and soon I will have her to myself.
I run my thumbs over her stiff sensitive nipples. "Uff!" She moaned quietly. She had revealed her nipples were more sensitive and it was a weak point for me to attack.
I began to squeeze and press her breasts through the padded bra as my own arousal built.
I began to flick them harder and she continued to grind against me. She rocked her head back and her eyes were closed. She was really aroused by our slow sensual dance.
She placed her hands over mine that were pressing her breasts, "We need to stop." She said in a soft purry voice. Her body is still welded to mine but I can sense she is afraid of us getting carried away on the dancefloor. We peel apart and return to our table.
We get a few more drinks and we are getting pretty pretty drunk at this point. Our bodies are sat close together and I can sense she is enjoying this. I am tenderly holding her hand and my thumb is tracing the lines in her palms. She is feeling tingly and sensitive.
I lean in and ask, "May I?" She seems to like that I ask for permission.
Her eyes are heavy lidded, is she tired or is she feeling the sensuality of the evening?
She nods her head as she seems too lost in the moment to speak.
I lean in and she closes her eyes. I feel a sensual warmth as our lips interconnect and moisten each other. There is an air of sensuality between us as my fingers interlock hers and we hold hands. My other hand rests on her hip as I gain some leverage.
Soon our lips part and I venture out with my tongue. She sucks on it, drawing it in. A sign of things to come, maybe. The night had given so many promising signs. My actions are not driven by lust though. She brings out the romantic within me. A sensual side of me. Romantic is a strange term for two people, drunk in a club, kissing but she makes me feel something deep inside.
I gently caress the underside of her breast. The padded bra, remaining a thorn in my side but I have grown to like that she has her own style and comforts. Lust is not my driver in this relationship, I want her just as she is.
Our tongues interlock as our kiss deepens. Our breathing heavy.
She then stops and breaks apart. We are both breathing heavily like a couple of teenagers. She looks at me and begins to giggle. There is a drunken excitement in us.
"We should get back," she said. But her voice was seductive and her hand glided over my crotch in a subtle enough manner. It promised things to come. My perseverance and commitment to her was paying rewards.
The journey took some time as we were on the other side of town. She was holding my arm and resting her head against my shoulder. It felt soothing.
Soon we arrived and I looked down but she was in a deep sleep. I tried to rustle her awake but it did not seem much use. I paid the driver and she leaned against me as I helped her inside. She was tired and drunk and I looked at the stairs. I would not be able to help her up them and would need to carry her.
I lifted her in my arms and carried her to bed. I placed her in my bed and I watched her asleep and vulnerable. But I just wanted to take care of her and look after her.
I removed her high heeled shoes. Her feet were pretty and painted red. She had perfectly symmetrical feet and I was mesmerized by them for a moment. I looked up to see I had parted her legs in removing her shoes and an awkward upskirt of her panties. In truth they looked damp and moist. My predator instincts were alive but I could not act out.
I swallowed as I thought better of any possible actions tonight when she was so vulnerable. She may have given me all of the hints and suggestive looks but she was vulnerable and needed me to take care of her.
I covered her with the duvet once I was assured she was suitably comfortable and I slept in my son's room. I did not feel I could share the bed as I wanted her to feel safe.
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