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"It's a surprise. Put it on and don't peep."
"Where are you taking me, Amanda McKnight?" I laugh while securing the blindfold around my head.
"You're being drafted into the Secret Services, and I'm taking you to our top-secret bunker."
I shake my head and playfully jab her. All through the ride, I can't stop thinking about Kevin. I miss him terribly. My whole being cries out for him, but I can't face him. Not right now, at least. I'm just grateful that Amy and I have mended our friendship. We drive for what feels like several hours before Amy suddenly stops.
"We're here," she says excitedly.
"Where exactly is here?" I ask.
"You'll find out soon enough."
I hear her get out of the car. She then opens the passenger door and takes my hand. Suddenly, an irrational fear grips me. What if Amy was pretending all along and getting her revenge on me for sleeping with her father? We walk for a while and then stop. I hear a door sliding open, and she pulls me into it.
"I'll leave you to it," she says and hugs me. I hear the door slide open again and realize she's gone. Goosebumps erupt all over my body, and I frantically untie the blindfold.
"Ohh," I gasp as I find myself in the same minka where Kevin and I had sex for the first time. The place is now decorated with scented candles and flowers. There is a beautiful Japanese bed in the center of the room decked with flowers in a heart shape. I peep outside and suddenly realize that the park is empty. But it's only 8:30pm. This place is usually filled with people.
"Ro?"
I turn and find Kevin standing behind me. It’s all coming together now. He had prepared all of this, and the thought of Amy being in on it made my heart swell. I haven’t seen him in two weeks, and all I want is to embrace him and never let go.
He walks towards me and takes my hands. "I'm in love with you, Rochelle Mason. I've loved you since you walked into my class, and when I caught you looking into my room the day you moved in with us. I've admired your intelligence and sweet nature for years, but never thought that I would be an object of your affection. I love you, and I want to be with you."
"Ohh Kevin, I love you too," I say and hug him tightly. He tips up my chin and kisses me passionately.
"I’ve missed you so much," he says as we draw breath.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know how to face you. I wanted to tell you the truth so many times."
"Don’t ever leave me again," he says, before pulling me closer and holding on to me tight.
“I don’t intend to,” I smile, squeezing him back. I can see over his shoulder the effort he has gone to, to make the place look transformed. "What happened here? How did you do all this?"
"I just rented out the park until tomorrow afternoon,"
"What?! You can do that?"
"Well, let's just say this is one of the few times I have ever had to use my bank account to get what I want," he says and kisses me again, harder this time. I kiss him back with all the longing I have felt for the past few weeks. My body melts and submits to his ravaging touch. We quickly tear off each other's clothes, and he lies me down on the soft silk bed.
He gazes down at my naked body "How is it even possible for you to look even sexier than I remember?” He lies on top of me, the weight of his body on his arms, and so begins his descent. He begins by kissing me softly on my mouth, then to my jaw line. He continues down my neck, leaving a trail mixed with the softness of his tongue and the roughness from his two week old stubble. I know he’s had a pretty tough time of it too recently, and his stubbly beard is a reminder of that.
I arch my back, longing for him to touch my breasts. I don’t have to wait long, as he rewards me with kisses around my areolas until, finally, putting all of my nipple into his warm wet mouth. He does the same to the other side before kissing down my body until he reaches the wetness between my legs. He places both of my legs over his shoulders and lifts me gently as he inhales me deeply. Then, he slowly licks my bud and wetness. Before too long he’s lapping at me and I’m holding on to the back of his head, trying to control the pace. I’m writhing around in ecstasy; I never want this feeling to end.
“Woah, Kevin! You hungry boy.”
“Who are you calling boy?” he playfully asks, looking up at me whilst wiping his chin and looking thoughtful. He places a finger inside me and rubs me from inside then to my clit. “I think the correct terminology you’re looking for, in fact, is ‘Sir’."
I begin to pant more heavily.
“If you don’t address me as Sir, Rochelle, I won’t make you cum.”
“Oh, please …”
“Please what?”
“Please … Sir … I can’t take much more.”
