Chapter 9 So Much Planning
Sade
Every single little thing she does absolutely fascinates me. Just sitting here watching her eat pizza and watch some movie on the television, it absorbs every thought I have. What little I feel, now I only feel for her. I used to feel for my family, but now, it’s all her, and only her. The rest of everything doesn’t matter really.
I do the things I must do, such is the nature of life. If I want to keep her, and keep her happy, well happy eventually, then there are some things that need to happen. She’s blissfully unaware of so many things. She’s clueless about the state of the family. She knows that Zoey is off doing her own thing, but she has no idea what I have put into motion, to make sure that is an issue that never bothers Rain again.
Then, she has no idea of the move of the parents, and that they aren’t coming back here. Right now it is scheduled for a return in about a year and a half, but I have things in motion that will hopefully extend that, and hopefully the move will be permanent. That way I don’t have to worry about there ever being a problem with mine and Rain’s relationship as far as they are concerned. I honestly don’t think her mother would care, but she might surprise me. I don’t do well with surprises, so I avoid them as much as possible.
She also assumes that I am going to college to get my business degree, to follow in my father’s footsteps and take over his company or some shit like that. I almost laugh at the absurdity of that idea. The idea of me, sitting at a desk, working on financial reports and keeping the books for the Russo family. No, keeping the books was never on my radar. I think Tomilino knew very early exactly where I fit in with the family, and he told me so. We had things planned out long ago, and my father was clueless.
He helped me get much of what I have accomplished ready. He had no idea why I wished to do what I have been doing, and he asked no questions. I did my job, and I did it exceedingly well. So, in reward for that, he helped me with no questions asked, and there will never be any questions asked, no matter the outcome of all of my planning. I have made myself important, useful, and indispensable to him, so that allows me to have access to the funds, and anything else I might require.
I think of the long game I am playing here. There are so many pieces that I have spent so many years perfecting. This idea started long ago, not perhaps when I was 12, then it was just a fascination, and wanting her close to me so I could watch. No, this all consuming obsession that started about the time I was 15. I knew I had to plot, and draw out plans, and get it right down to the most minute detail so, now it’s ready, and it’s perfect.
It would probably sound sick to someone outside of my head that heard I had been a 15 year old boy making plans for a 12 year old girl. I wasn’t looking at her as a 12 year old that she currently was. No, I was planning for the beautiful woman she would be, I was thinking of now, the future.
I have been watching her for too long now without touching her, and I know I need to fix that before I get desperate and unhinged. I’d rather not hurt her, so I have to keep my darker side away from her, so I sate him and make sure he doesn’t get frantic.
I reach over and flip open her robe. I won’t let her have clothes, they wouldn’t work with her current ankle jewelry right now anyway. So, the robe helps her to feel covered, while giving me all the access I require.
She reaches down to grab my hand to push it away and I look up at her sharply. She knows what I’m saying without even opening my mouth. She, of anyone ever knows me. She doesn’t like to think she does, but she very much does.
She closes her eyes and tips her head back, biting her lip, and I see her gritting her teeth as she lets go of my hand, and I smile. I decided I want more than just a touch.
I pull her so she’s laying flat rather than sitting up with her back against the headboard. I move between her legs, and I flip both sides of her robe open, touching and caressing her skin. She’s so soft and warm. She’s not as tan as me, she’s got that lovely porcelain skin I have always loved.
I push her thighs up and open, laying her open with her knees bent and facing out. I massage the inside of her legs, up and down, and then I rub the edges of her pussy, getting it nice and warmed up. I don’t look up at her face, because she wouldn’t want me to.
I just hone in on what I really want, her pussy, right now, well I want all of her, but I want to play with her pussy. So I pull the lips open and then start to eat her slowly, but thoroughly. I wait until she’s nice and wet before adding my fingers. I plan to be down here and play for a while, so there’s no need to rush and make her cum too soon.
No, I want to draw this out, and then, I’ll flood her with so much pleasure she won’t be able to stop cuming for me. As I lick, suck, and nibble on every single inch of her, I hear her breathing increase, although I know she’s trying to control it.
I know, she’s fighting it, so I wait, then when I know I have worked her up beyond her ability to not give in to me I look up at her face, and then I watch, as I suck hard and fast on her clit. Her whole body jolts, then I slam my fingers inside her and hold them there, fucking her fast with them, pushing against those sweet spots. Her body explodes, and she cums hard, soaking my face. I lick my lips as I work her through another one. She whimpers, so I let her have a small break. I stay here though, right here where I want to be, and I just caress and pet her.
“So, what do you want to do tonight baby?” I look up at her and watch a single tear slide down her cheek. I want to lick it off.