“You don’t need to,” she said, grinning as she took him into her mouth, at first delicately. But then she aggressively slid down his shaft and took him further and further, and he thrust his hips into her.
“I can’t hold out, it feels too fucking good,” his hissed through his teeth.
She started to stroke the base of his penis while she bobbed up and down on the head and upper part of his manhood. She’d never felt anything so hard in her life; he was like steel.
And then he was exploding, crying out as he came.
She took it all in, swallowing it just as she had last week. Only this time, she was choosing to do so, she’d taken control of it into her own hands. Nicole enjoyed his climax at least as much as he did, and she had a tiny ripple of an orgasm herself as he finished in her warm, wet mouth.
***
Later that night, after both of them had showered and changed, Red ordered Chinese food and it was delivered to their door. “Best in all of Connecticut,” he told her, carrying the plastic bags full of takeout into the dining room.
It was a little strange eating in such a fancy room, especially knowing that just a few days ago it had been the scene of Red’s outburst. There was no sign of any of the wreckage though—the room was immaculate as it had been the first day she’d seen it.
He opened the little boxes and doled out food onto beautiful plates for the two of them. Then they sat next to one another at the large wooden table and ate, talking and laughing as they did so.
“Why does Glen blink so much?” she asked him.
He stared at her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, and then started blinking rapidly.
Nicole put a hand over her mouth to cover her laughter—she nearly spit out her food.
“Do you think Remi might be bisexual?” she asked.
“Don’t be ridiculous. That woman’s never touched a man in her life.”
She giggled again. “Red!”
“I’m serious,” he said. “Why do you think she likes keeping you around the office late at night?”
“Shut up.”
He smiled. “I shouldn’t talk out of school. I mean, she hasn’t mentioned anything to you about it.”
“No, but I just get that feeling.”
He grabbed a pork sparerib with his hand and took an enormous bite. “Nicole, are you trying to tell me you have Gadar?”
She smiled at him. “It’s nice seeing you this way.” She put her feet up on his lap as she twirled some lo mein on her fork.
“What way?”
“Relaxed. Funny. Being yourself.”
He smiled back at her. “You bring out the best in me, Nicole.”
“Not always.”
“Always.” He suddenly put his plate on the table. “Hold on a sec.” He swung her feet gently off his lap and then walked out of the room.
“Where are you going?”
“Be right back!” he called out, and she heard his footsteps retreating down the hall.
She kept eating the food. She was ravenous—Red was right in saying it was the best Chinese food in Connecticut. She couldn’t imagine anything tasting better than this.
A couple of minutes later he returned, a strange glint in his eye.
“What are you up to?” she said, sitting up straighter in her chair, suspicious now.
“I’m fixing a big mistake I made,” he told her.
“What? What are you talking about?” she asked, as he walked directly towards her.
And then he was dropping to a knee right in front of her, and revealing the engagement ring in his palm. “Please forgive me, and make me the luckiest, happiest man in the world. Nicole, will you still marry me?”
It was the second proposal, and she knew what every person in her life would think about it. But she still didn’t care, because deep down she knew it was the right thing. She smiled with tears in her eyes. “Yes, of course I will.”
He put the ring on her finger and then they hugged and kissed.
Things really were different now, she thought, surprised at the change in him.
He got to his feet and sat next to her again, and the two of them finished eating their food.
When she was stuffed to where she was going to burst, Nicole patted her stomach. Somehow, patting her tummy had made her think of pregnancy and motherhood.
And that made her think of Red’s mom, and the horrible way she’d treated him growing up.
“I was wondering,” she said carefully, not wanting to upset him after such an amazing night together.
“Yes?” he asked, dabbing at the corners of his mouth with a napkin.
“You still have contact with your mother?”
For a split second she saw his guard come up—like an iron gate suddenly slamming closed. His eyes grew instantly cold and distant, his jaw set. But then it was as if he sensed what was happening and deliberately forced himself to let it go.
He tried to smile. “I do have contact with her. Mostly because my brother is still so close to her.”
“When do you see your family?”
He sighed. “Holidays, mostly. But we definitely talk frequently—a little too frequently for my tastes. She calls me probably once a month.”