They Say Love Is Blind (12 page)

Before it could become too heated she sat up again, eyes still closed and concentrated on the feel of his neck. She knew instantly that he was ticklish there even though he didn't laugh out loud, but just by the way he flinched. She chuckled and moved away from the danger zone of his neck and to the light covering of hair on his sculptured chest. She loved the way her hands moved over the defined plains of his pecs. Her fingers flicked his nipples and his breath came out in a rush and she felt that his body was moving. Mmmm, she wanted to kiss him again, so this time she placed her lips on his nipple. She wanted to bite him and so she did, very gently. He groaned loudly and began moving again.
He evidently liked teeth being used on him so she trailed kisses over his chest while randomly gathering his flesh between her teeth. Each time she did this he sucked in a sharp breath and now she could tell that the movements he was making was the gyration of his hips. She placed her hand on his upper thigh where it met his pelvis and he moved his hips off the bed slightly, as if he was reaching up seeking her hands, but she kept them in the relative safe position on his thigh and pelvis.
She enjoyed this game. She wanted to run her fingers along his cock and she knew that he wanted it as well, but it would mark the end of the exploration and she wasn't ready to do that. She moved her hand up to his belly and dipped a finger into the well of his belly button.

"Ah..." He cried out and jumped. God, his skin was super sensitive. She leaned forward and used her tongue to explore his belly.

"Oh fuck...Tory..." His body began to gyrate. "I don't think I can take anymore." He growled and sat up, swiftly gripping her around her waist and pulling her down on top of him. "Ride me,
Querida
." Without thought, her fingers wrapped around his shaft and he cried out. He was sensitive
and
vocal! She swung her leg over his body, straddling him while still lightly working his cock in her fist. He was breathing so hard that he was panting.

"Condom." She said. Her hips moved over his lap.

"Okay." He whispered but his hips continued to gyrate in rhythm with her, his breath coming out in soft grunts. "Yessss..." But he did not move to reach for a condom. "Oh baby, pleassse..." he begged suddenly. And this time she rubbed the head of his very swollen cock against her very swollen labia. She was so wet when she slipped herself over him. Was it this big last night? She was too tight, even as wet as she was, it would barely go inside.

Tory leaned forward, finding the right angle and though she was very tight he slowly entered her. He placed his hands on her full hips, holding her in place and then he rocked inside of her gently.
"Okay?"
"Yes." She said breathlessly. He increased his speed of his rocking hips and this time she was the one doing the groaning. Her body began to swirl, her head to spin as little electrical shocks began to jolt through her abdomen. Last night, she thought, had been the epitome of sex; but it was even better today! Today her body seemed to know how to respond and her vagina seemed to understand its purpose.

Her heart began to race and she felt almost over-whelmed by the convergence of sensations and emotions. Her mouth opened and she had to express herself in the only way that she knew how.
"Oh!" She cried out. "Ohhh, Lee. I love you Lee! Oh, I love you!"

He thrust into her faster. "Say it again, Tory!"

She squeezed her eyes closed and threw back her head. "I love you!"

He groaned even louder. "
Eu amo-te
!
I love you, Tory!" And then he roughly pushed her off his lap and he grabbed his cock and abruptly ejaculated amidst soft groans. She watched him working himself to orgasm and found a decadent, voyeuristic pleasure in it. She knew that she would replay this moment for years within her fantasies.

"Oh, honey..." He panted an instant before drawing her back into his arms. He cradled her in one arm and with his free hand, slipped his fingers between the swollen, wet folds of her pussy. She sucked in a sharp breath and arched her back. He fingered her clit until she felt herself spiraling upward again. He moved his fingers away long enough to grip her hand and move it to replace his.
"Touch yourself." He commanded. She bit her lip and did as he asked. She felt his larger hand cover hers and he 'watched' with his hands as she rubbed and teased herself.

"Oh G
od, Tory...." He leaned forward, seeking out her nipple, sucking it roughly into his mouth, drawing on it until her legs began to shake and an orgasm slammed into her. She came yelling and crying out nonsense words until there was nothing more. She was spent. Distantly she was amazed that she had actually masturbated with a man. But not just a man;
her
man. And then she remembered crying out her love for him. For some reason that was more embarrassing than the mutual masturbation. But he had said it too and that thought brought a smile on her face.
He placed his head along side of hers. "That was amazing."

"It was. It gets better and better."

He chuckled. "Indeed. When you're with someone you love, then the feeling is extraordinary." He pulled her into his arms again and held her against him. "Thank you,
q
uerida
. I love you and I am so happy that I found you. You make me feel more
alive than anyone else ever has
."

She placed her lips against his. "I love you." She said softly while kissing him repeatedly.

His tongue ran across her lips. "I love you." He murmured.

"
Tu amo
..." She experimented with the foreign words.

"
Eu te amo
," h
e corrected. "I love you." He continued to kiss her gently.

"
Eu te amo
, Lee."

"
Eu amo-te Tory. Estou tão feliz. Quero-te oura vez
..."

She pulled back. "What?"

"I love you, Tory. I'm so very happy. I want you again."

Sure enough, when she reached between them he was already rising. She smiled. There could not be a luckier woman in the world.

They made love once more, slowly, luxuriating in the feel of each other and this time they did not forgo the condom so when Lee again came, he was able to bring her to climax along with him. After, they showered and redressed. It wasn't quite five but she was anxious to get
dinner
over with.
Tory knew that she shouldn't look at it this way but she'd never had to meet a boyfriend's relatives before. It spoke volumes for Lee that he wanted her there with him. He could have sent her home. They walked down the street hand in hand and though he said that she was his cane, she knew that he was the real guide here.

They reached a brownstone building. Several little kids that had been playing on the stoop ran up to them.
"Hi Uncle Lee!" They crashed in to him, from the youngest that looked no older than three to the eldest that was as tall as Tory. He seemed to be prepared for the tackle and accommodated each of them with hugs. She even got a hug from the three year old and that put a happy smile on her face. The children were gorgeous, some pudgy, some stick thin and all happy to see their Uncle.
"Hey guys, don't knock over my girlfriend."

"Sorry, Ma'ame." One of the smaller ones said solemnly while watching her with big light brown eyes.
"I don't mind being bowled over, as long as it's with hugs and kisses." She hadn't realized that it was an invitation but suddenly she was swarmed by little bodies as well. Lee laughed merrily and rescued her by picking up two of the smallest ones who giggled happily.

Someone darted up the stairs of the building and Tory could hear the distant voice shouting that Lee was here with a girl. Her stomach did a nervous flip. Adults would be converging on them soon. Lee took her hand again and led them carefully up the stairs. He seemed to know how to expertly maneuver between darting little bodies, perspective toys as well as manag
ing
the stairs without a cane.

Tory checked out the pretty building as they headed up a flight of stairs. "This is your sister Macey's home?"
"Actually this building is owned by my brother. Four families live here. Macey and Senna live on the top floor. My brother Paulo, who owns the building, has one of the first floor units. And...two other families occupy the other units." Intuitively she knew that one of those families was Roz's, so she didn't even bother to ask.

"They wanted me to live here but...it was too much like living at home. My family is very close knit and there just wouldn't be any real privacy if I lived here." The door to the upstairs apartment opened before they reached it and a blond woman came out to greet them.

"Lee! There you are.
Anda cá
."
She
gripped Tory's hand. "Tory? Nice to meet you, hon. My name is Kaye, I'm Paulo's wife." She pulled them inside and the apartment was swarming with bodies. Swarming might be an overstatement, the apartment was thankfully huge, and it was filled with people. She began to panic at the idea of having to remember these names.

"Dinner smells good,
Kaye
." He turned to Tory. "Kaye is like a sister to me. She and Paulo have always been together even back on Flores. Any picture I have of Paulo is with Kaye not too far behind."
"Ah, indeed, I was your first babysitter."

Another woman stepped through the gathering of bodies that came to greet them. "You? I remember it was me that was changing that boy's diapers."

Troy reached out to the woman with a happy smile. "Tory, this is my oldest sister, Francie. She is like a second mother to me." The two hugged lovingly.

"I've had to paddle you like I was your Mama on several occasions, too!" She chuckled. Then she gave Tory a huge smile.

"Tory, nice to meet you.
" She pulled her into a hug which surprised her, and then other people came forward to greet and hug Lee and she always received a hug right along with him. There were brothers and sisters and then their spouses and the introductions seemed to go on forever. The kids ignored them as they went running in and out of the apartment. She had a distant idea that one day she might have little caramel colored children that would be running about right along with them, getting yelled at good-naturedly when they bumped into something or slammed the door. It brought a pleased smile to her face. It was much too early to be having those thoughts, but her mind couldn't stop it.

Macey squeezed her hand drawing her attention back around. "Nice seeing you out of the restaurant."
"Thanks for inviting me."

"Inviting you? You are family. You must always come!" She grabbed her arm and led her away. Tory gave Lee a quick backward look. He was talking to a man named Rafael and he called out jokingly, "Take care of my woman, Mace!"

"
Pára quieto
," t
he young woman waved away his words. "Come on. I'll get you something to drink." They went into a pretty kitchen. It was big and delicious aromas were coming from it. She was suddenly starving. The room had a homey feel despite the fact that it had commercial size appliances. Yes, this would be the kitchen of a restaurant owner and a
member of an extra large family.
But it also had a relaxed and comfortable appearance. Pictures of family and drawings by kids decorated the refrigerator or a bulletin board. There were all kinds of canisters and jars filled with spices and pickled items. It was just
the type of
place that she would love to explore.

Kaye was there tending to a huge roasted meat; leg of lamb? And another wife was slicing cucumbers. It looked like she was making a salad. She gave Tory a warm smile. Macey moved to the refrigerator.
"What would you like to drink? I made a rum punch."

"That sounds good, thanks."

Kaye hefted the meat and placed it back into the oven. "I'm happy you said what you did to Roz." She dusted off her fingers and then placed her hands on her more than ample hips. She was big enough that she was more than plump, but from the expert application of her make-up, to her pretty blond hair and the way she carried herself, this woman was very pretty.

Macey placed the cold rum drink into her hand, nodding in agreement. "Don't get us wrong. Roz is family, but you are my brother's woman and that means she got trumped." Tory hid a smile.
"Yes." The third woman in the room said. "You don't make a play for a woman's man right in her face!"
"Yes, but Roz always thought that she was the boss over Lee." Kaye added. She was slicing thick crusty bread. "We love Roz and we don't spend a lot of time gossiping about family."

Macey took a sip of her own rum drink. "But we're telling you this; that
maluca
, was wrong."
Francie entered the room; the eldest, along with another sister, also as plump and shapely as the others. Her name was Senna.

Senna was noddin
g even though she had entered
at the tail end of the conversation. "Don't worry about Roz. She told Leticia about the fight; she and Leticia are best friends, but even Leticia had to say,
Girl,
apanhada do juízo
?
!
You are married to Brice and have two kids!' She said, 'Give that girl a chance. She will make my brother happy.'" Senna nodded her head as if that was a given fact.
Francie
began placing the sliced bread i
nto a
pretty woven basket lined with a linen napkin
. "Well I will guarantee that Roz thought we'd all be on her side." She gave Tory a steady look. "But I know that Lee has been very lonely. If she cared about that she would have left her husband long ago and approached him correctly.
“
Não te parece
?
"
And it was as
if
she was asking for her agreement.