"Dr Davies?" Her voice brought me back to reality, and I shook my head, trying to reorient myself. I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against her lower abdomen, inhaling her comforting scent.
"Just a brief moment of comfort. For now," I murmured against her skin, gently tracing around her navel. I looked up at her and moved my hand, my fingers delicately parting her labia and caressing her moist clitoris. "I'm going to be the first to truly help you find release, Sheryl. But not here and not like this."
She moaned and closed her eyes, and I dipped my fingers lower, playing at her entrance. I moved down a little and gently kissed the insides of her thighs.
Her sweet scent was making my mouth water, and I couldn't wait any longer.
Her legs were slightly restricted at her knees by her jeans and undergarments, so I was only able to spread them a little as I focused on the area between her legs.
I gripped her thighs, taking a handful of each as her natural moisture met my tongue. She was sweeter than anything I had ever tasted, and one touch had me completely captivated.
"Mmm," was all I could vocalize as my tongue explored her untouched intimacy.
"Dr Davies" She moaned out my name as if she were as desperate as my own intense desire.
My focus was begging to intensify, but I knew the second I committed fully, I'd need to ensure her complete comfort and release.
So for now, I maintained a measured approach.
"Allow it, Sheryl. Show me how deeply you can feel." I gently brushed my chin on her clitoris, letting my beard absorb her essence. "That's your contribution, darling. You won't get your car back until you experience this release fully with me. Now, allow me to guide you and earn it."
I felt her internal muscles pulse against my face as I devoted myself to her. I couldn't get enough of her, and the more I attended to her, the closer she was to reaching her peak.
Hearing she had never experienced this before made me want to give her the best. I wanted to be the only one she ever thought of in this way again.
Gently stimulating her clitoris, I felt her body arch off the desk, and I squeezed her thighs tighter, supporting her. Her climax was profound and intense, and she cried out my name as she reached her peak.
Hearing her voice echo through the room made me feel an incredible sense of accomplishment.
I had been to many places and done many things in my life, but nothing compared to the feeling of being the first to bring her such profound intimate comfort.
And I would be her last, if I had anything to say about it.
Sheryl's flashback...
"Try this one, Grandma." I handed her another sample of cake, taking the two others from her lap. I had stopped at the cake shop and brought all the samples back to the family estate. This wasn't the wedding I had dreamed of, but I knew my grandmother wanted to be a part of it, and it was something I wanted to give her.
I could put on a fake smile and pretend this was what I wanted, because if I didn't, I knew she'd worry.
She'd start asking questions and would probably be on the phone to my father, and he wouldn't let me back on the property to see her.
He'd probably make up some lie about me leaving the country or something. I didn't like lying to her, but I wanted us to be able to see each other, and I'd do whatever I could to make that happen.
I knew our days were limited as it was, with her health declining.
"They all kind of taste similar," she commented, taking another bite of what seemed like the twentieth sample of cake this afternoon. Maybe that giant breakfast was a bad idea.
A pleasant tingle ran between my thighs just thinking about what Dr Davies and what I had done afterward.
Nope, it was totally worth it. One of the small pleasures I was going to take for myself.
"Yeah, I think we should just pick one." Moving the plates over to a side table, I lay across the end of my grandma's bed and unbuttoned my jeans.
If I kept this up, I wouldn't fit into the wedding dress. Then maybe I wouldn't have to get married.
"Go with the vanilla bean then. It has a nice filling." She set the plate down on her nightstand, then pulled out a ring box from the drawer.
"I've been wanting to show you this. Do you remember it?" She handed me a small velvet box, and I opened it, gasping at the ring inside. It was a beautiful circular diamond, surrounded by a halo of sapphires.
The band was studded with diamonds that wrapped all the way around, making it look antique. It was the most perfect ring I had ever seen.
"Your grandpa gave me that."
I pulled it out of the box and read the inscription: "Only you. Only us. Forever."
"I've never seen you wear it." My eyes dropped to her ring finger, which bore the wedding ring she had worn ever since I could remember. It was a simple gold band that looked worn after all the years.
"I did from time to time to make your grandpa happy when he was alive, but I could never bear to take this one off." She ran her wrinkled hand over the gold band on her ring finger. "This was the one he gave me when he didn't have a penny to his name. The one he asked me to marry him with. This is the one I'll be buried with. He only gave me that other one because he thought I'd want something better."
She moved the gold band back and forth on her finger, and I could tell she was recalling memories of him. "I never cared about all this." She waved her hands around, indicating the house and their wealth. Grandpa had played the stock market, and it had paid off big. "I'm happy that I don't have to worry about you, and I know your grandpa felt the same. He wanted to make sure we never went without, but I'd give it all away to have even just one more day with him."
"I wish I could remember him better," I told her, putting the ring back in the box. Life seemed so different before I was born. So much love filled the house. I didn't know how my father had managed to establish
himself here, but it just didn't fit.