To Love My Enemy Ch. 05

Breakfast with Daniel Nilou was like paradise. The young woman was treated like a queen as she was served plates and plates of food.

Dishes that she had never heard of where given to her, along with scrumptious treats she'd only recalled belong in fancy romances.

She wondered if she was still dreaming more than once as she ate and sat with her legs crossed on his bed. Wearing nothing but her panties and a tee shirt that Daniel happened to have.

The night before was a convoluted one with pleasure, fantasy and her daydreams mixing. After the man had sucked her neck he had gone lower. Much lower.

Her face burned and she gripped her plate to keep from dropping it as she remembered everything. Remembered the way his tongue swirled down her neck into the middle of her plump chest.

Her breasts had always been something she'd been peeved about. The brunette was less fortunate then her relatives with them having lovely curves and humps all in the right places.

She was pitiful with a good ass but mosquito breasts that anyone would snicker and point at. Instinctively, she clamped up once she felt him licking them. Her eyes watered and she pushed herself upward.

Immediately, the older man moved back to give her some space which she greatly appreciated. Makayla bit her lip and looked down at her chest with a big frown.

"Did I hurt you?" Hearing how worried Daniel was left the teenager to feel like a piece of garbage. "It's alright. We can stop for now."

She quickly grabbed his shirt and pulled him back down. "Please. Keep going, I was just startled but I like it."

She wasn't going to let her anxiety ruin a life changing experience for her. Screw her brain.

Daniel gave her a hesitant look before leaning back down and kissing her chest once more. His tongue was gentler this time and when he sucked he made sure to do it slowly.

She appreciated the change in speed as it allowed her to lay there with a calmer mind and heart. Because with this peace, she could fully enjoy the absolute perfection that was being played with.

She totally got why the older women in her family insisted that intimacy was more than sex. She got why her auntie divorced her uncle and called him always neglectful in bed.

Being fucked was just being fucked. Actually having someone treat you with kindness and getting to know what made you blush was a step towards making love.

He was observing how Makayla would suddenly get choked up and turn as red as a tomato as he did so. When she wiggled he would take advantage by moving his hands from their dormant position to her crotch.

By now, she had moved up her dress, allowing him to roam freely beside her panties. Pink with a lace bow on the front and a loose fabric that was essentially useless.

It was perfect for a man like him.

"Ngh." Makayla gasped and moaned as he rubbed her crotch. "Wh‐"

Her questioning was smothered by his lips. The man returned to kiss her as his finger rubbed up and down, back and forth on her lips.

He hadn't even entered her and she was going crazy. Any humiliation she felt by her sensitivity was quickly silenced by her immense delight.

"Mmmph!" A muffled moan came out of her mouth as skin mashed against skin and her raw, pink lips became bruised and saliva-covered.

Her lips became sore as she kissed and smooched the man over and over again. The kissing felt like it won't for eternity as the man played with her mind.

With translucent strings Daniel moved her body and bended her willpower. His fingers felt like ice as they went into her.

"Ah!" She said with wide eyes as he wiggled two in.

They were nimble and she could tell that Daniel was being very careful not to hurt her. Even in his horny state, the older man wanted to treat her with care.

This meant a lot to her and made her heart sing as her legs wiggled in anticipation. Everything was going so fast.

He looked into her eyes and smiled softly. "I'm going to put my fingers into you and I'm going to move them, alright? It'll be fine."

"Okay." She whispered back with a sore throat. "I trust you."

Daniel grinned and went to work. The feeling was indescribable. Makayla had never felt such a burning sensation before.

At first, it was just pain from having someone's fingers shoved in your pussy. But then it morphed into something totally alien in nature.

The only thing that the naive brunette could compare it to was when you'd go on a rollercoaster. Waiting in line, you would feel woozy and dizzy from watching the cart going up then slamming down.

Then when you got on your heart would be in your throat and you'd be drenched in sweat. Your nerves would be balls to walls as you moved with the cart and everyone around you screamed.

Then all of these emotions would crash down and bubble up as you were thrust into the air. It was the thrill of doing something daring while knowing that a safety net was underneath you.

That you were still strapped into your seat, protected from harm's way. Her vagina felt wet and she trembled as this feeling of utter exhilaration left her meager body and dissolved into nothingness.

Makayla's eyes were wide and she realized that her mouth was hanging open. The entire experience had happened in a blink.

Despite the shortness of her self control, she was satisfied with the outcome. She had never felt so good before and Daniel had given her such a gift.

He also looked happy with her bearing a big smile and bright eyes that screamed something. Something more than lust.

The image of him staring at her stayed in her mind that morning. As she peeled a tangerine while sitting on the hotel room's patio.

Kayla sat there with a faint blush and tried not to squirm. It was hard to contain all the feelings she was experiencing and this tangerine was massacred in the process.

"Damn." Makayla muttered as she finished and tried to eat the ruined fruit. The brunette was full of pleasure but also was embarrassed.

The older man who had given her such confusion was gone. He had left to go talk on the phone in the lobby, a business call.

Makayla was thankful for this as she needed time to herself to think it all over. She debated even contacting her brother to smooth things over but didn't.

The mocha woman knew that he would be mixed on her messing around with her boss. They didn't go all the way but the man had been inside her which was far enough in her brother's eyes.

She didn't want him to talk her out of this or worse, demand to meet Daniel himself. Makayla didn't know if this relationship would go that far. If it didn't she would be hurt by the outcome.

After all, she had risked her entire relationship with her mother and cousins to embark on this journey. In her eyes for it to be worth the loss they had to be more than sex.

She knew it was silly and stupid, but for her to talk to her family about everything she needed to prove to them that she was right.

Makayla wanted to show her mother that Daniel gave a damn about her in not a gloating way but a way that would shut her up.

"Maybe, they'll stop treating me like a little kid when he gives me a big ole diamond ring." The woman muttered before eating a slice.

Marriage wasn't something she'd been super keen about but her mother would be overjoyed if she became someone's wife. She would definitely turn a new leaf to Mr. Nilou if he offered to marry her.

But she never saw that happening anytime soon. She wasn't that naive. There had to be a hundred reasons not to take their relationship to a marriage level.

They barely knew each other and it could impact their careers even more than the vaginal play had. Makayla had no interest in making the man's life any more difficult than it already was.

The taste of the tangerine was keeping her from becoming mopey again as she thought about the reality of marriage. It was one of those luxury fruits, served on a tray with others to try.

She had tried a frozen melon earlier and choked when she was told it was fifty bucks. She couldn't imagine spending that much on some meager fruit that you could buy at the grocery store for a quarter of the price.

This was how the upper middle class lived and she was fascinated by it. Kayla tried to keep her awe to herself to not come off as a gold digger. It already looked bad enough that she was a decade younger and his employee.

Once she started shouting about the gourmet fruit and the designer comforter set everyone would be staring. Still, it was hard not to gawk when she chewed a juicy seventy five dollar tangerine.

"You seem to be having fun."