“You know…” she said softly, “boys and girls are alike at the beginning. I’m willing to bet that I can make you feel the same as I do when you touch me.” Her voice was ethereal, warm and yet distant. At that moment, she gently thrust the vibrator in my ass and lay it against the flesh to one side so the vibrations travelled by erotic osmosis to set me on fire. This was my undoing and I swung around and picked her up, kicking open the door to the bedroom to reveal a bed surrounded by candles. I followed the path left open and laid her gently on the cushioned surface, covered with layers of silk.
I ripped the fragile fabric that covered her and she spread her legs wide, motioning for me to enter her. It took no coaxing, no preparation. I plunged into her as deeply as I could, and her hands picked up sections of silk, running them over my buttocks. They were contrasting and unbelievably erotic sensations. I pounded her and she cried out my name, begging me to be harder. Her legs moved upward and folded around my waist. I pressed her into the bed and pumped her relentlessly. Driving into her, the force of my body drove her toward the headboard and she reached for a cushion to protect her head. I was another man, another mind, another body. I had no coherent thought; nothing but to claim the woman who was mine and had taken me back. I would never let her come to harm again.
I finally found my release and she sighed with relief that she had helped me reach that crescendo. “Did you?” I gasped and she nodded and smiled. “I was so out of my head…”
She nodded and smiled again. “I know. That’s what I wanted. This was all for you.”
She got up from the bed and went into the bathroom where I heard the water start. I laid there in the aftermath of sensation and thought back over the preceding few hours. I had been terrified to meet her, certain she would tell me she wanted to end everything between us. I’d prepared myself for the worst and here I was, the recipient of a gift so unbelievable that I felt I didn’t deserve it.
“Worth, c’mon,” she said and I looked over to see her standing naked in the bathroom doorway. I rolled from the bed and followed her. She had the whirlpool tub filling and had transferred some of the lit candles onto the bathroom floor. I stepped in and held out my arms for her. She crawled up to sit between my legs, her back against my chest. I gently fondled her breasts and relaxed as the swirling waters cleansed us of the perspiration from our lovemaking. I put my hand over her pussy, gently rubbing her out of a feeling of possessiveness. I grew hard again and I knew she could feel me pressing into her.
Auggie looked up to smile at me, then moved to her hands and knees and I couldn’t believe she was inviting me to enter her again, this time from the rear. This time, we were gentle and tender; a languorous rocking that fed not only the sexual desire, but the desire for possessive closeness. This time was for her and I prolonged her enjoyment as long as I could. It was a symbolic and generous sharing; her submitting to me in a body of swirling water. She had shed her fear and trusted me totally.
When we finally climbed from the tub, Auggie grabbed a few trays of finger foods and we kissed and fed one another, turning on the massive flat screen to watch a movie. The next thing I knew, it was morning and the television was still on. I flipped it off and rolled to my side to pull her close to me. I thought about how close we’d come to falling apart. I counted the weeks that she’d held me at bay and then finally, when I was about to lose hope, called me. She was a new, improved Auggie. She had taken the time to know herself and get rid of the demons that stood between us. Auggie had done the work and now it was up to me to do the same. I owed it to her to walk the line of pure honesty. I also suspected it was the only way I would hold on to her.
I resolved to find things for us to do together. We had all the money we could ever possibly need. While she was gone, I realized that money only meant something more to be taken care of. It could not buy me Auggie and did nothing to increase our happiness.
Auggie finally stirred and I ordered us coffee and breakfast, which quickly appeared at the door. We snuggled in bed, watching the morning news and chatting casually about the weather.
“Auggie?”
“Hmm?”
“I’ve decided to do something I hope will make you happy.”
“What is it?”
“Well, first let me say that I’ve realized what you’ve been doing during this time we’ve been apart. I know you talked to Mother and the missing link…” I winced at my pun, but went on, “in your memory couldn’t have been all that pleasant to process. I’m very, very glad that you felt we were worth it.”
“Of course you’re worth it. I love you,” she reassured me.
“I know I’ve built a good deal of our life together around the idea of making more money and building my personal reputation. Yet, when it came down to my feeling the most threatened, it was because you weren’t in my life.”
“I feel the same way,” she whispered, snuggling up against me. We were both wearing the complimentary robes the hotel provided and hers was only loosely draped, giving me full vantage of seeing her nakedness beneath. I fought to keep my mind on the topic at hand.
“I want us to do something together,” I began.
“I thought that’s what we were doing?” Her hand snaked down to my penis and she began petting me.
“Oh, darling, as good as that feels, please listen to me.” I moved her hand and she pouted. “Here, now, just listen, okay?”
She pretended to pout but sat straighter, a glint in her eye as she licked her lips and nodded.
“My businesses can run on their own. I only need to be present a day or two a month; supervise the board, that sort of thing. What would you say to our beginning some sort of project together, just the two of us? Sort of like what you did at Sunset Village and then with the farm we donated. Maybe something with horses. What would you say to that?”
She scrambled to sit up completely and was grinning widely. “I’d say I love the idea, Dr. LaViere,” she agreed enthusiastically.
“Okay then, Mrs. Dr. LaViere,” I mocked her, “I leave it up to you to choose the project and you can count me in.”
“Done!” she pronounced. “Now, would you make love to me, please?” she asked sweetly and threw open her robe as she beckoned to me.
I had no choice but to accommodate her, if only in the spirit of cooperation.
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Auggie
I’d made my decision and hoped that Worth would be on board with it. As much as I’d loved Steeplechase, things just weren’t the same. Carlos was gone and he’d been too old to ride for the past few years. I decided that my Steeplechase days were over and I was going to convert that part of the estate for a new purpose.
I wanted to build a camp for children from inner cities. I’d seen these areas on my runaway excursion when I’d left Worth early on in our marriage. There were sections of those big cities where the children looked as though they were being incarcerated — almost prisoners of war. They lacked the fresh air and freedom of riding without fear of being attacked. They needed to learn how to care for animals and hopefully would see that there were options for them beyond the feeling of pure survival every day.