Chapter 99
Rita exclaimed, her delicate body trembling slightly and almost falling, the sudden movement making her legs weak.
"Rita, it's me!" I chuckled.
She slapped my back. "You rascal, how could you come back without even saying a word? You scared me."
I sniffed the fragrance on her neck, lightly grazing it with my teeth. She let out a soft hum, "You come back and start causing trouble; how am I supposed to cook like this?"
"Then don't cook," I said.
"If I don't cook, what will you eat?"
"Eat you!"
I turned the fire to its lowest and turned her body around. By now, her face was flushed with emotion.
"Oh, no..."
She protested weakly, but how could I let her escape?
I went straight for her smooth neck and marked it.
"Hmph..."
A lazy hum escaped her throat.
Her resistance gradually weakened, and her hands actively wrapped around my neck.
Rita raised her head, seemingly wanting me to do better.
She leaned on the stove, but this position was not comfortable, so she propped her hands on the stove.
This way, I exerted less effort, and she felt secure.
I found my recent tendency becoming more serious as I first had Lily, then Mary, and now Rita.
Ultimately, it was my inflated possessiveness, growing along with my expanding wallet.
I released my mouth, gazing proudly at the red mark on her white neck.
Rita bit her lip. "Bad boy, satisfied now?"
"Not satisfied, we're not done yet!"
So I leaned in again, her hand still in my hair, half coquettish and half teasing, "You said you'd work hard... until you feel capable of providing a good life for us, right?"
Hearing this, the flames of ambition in my heart instantly dimmed.
My actions slowed down, feeling somewhat embarrassed. "Rita, sorry I got carried away!"
Rita looked at me directly. "You cheeky rascal, all desire and no courage, do I really need to keep footing the bill for you? Isn't splitting the bill all the rage among couples these days? We could try that too..."
"Rita, that's someone else, not me!"
I held her waist. "A man who can't even support his woman and child, what kind of man is he?"
"Fine, you're my little man. I'll listen to you."
Rita's intelligence shone through in every aspect, making it comfortable to be around her.
"Oh, my dish is burnt!"
Rita pushed me away and hurriedly took the dish out.
"Go outside and rest. I'll be done soon," she said.
Twenty minutes later, looking at the sumptuous meal, my appetite increased instantly.
Lobster, abalone, chicken soup, all nourishing foods!
With all this, how could one sleep at night?
After dinner, we both lay on the sofa. She was on top of me, but nothing too bold happened.
Some kisses and caresses, and I was already content.
But Rita seemed uncomfortable with my teasing. It dawned on me that a woman who had been single for six or seven years couldn't handle such flirtation.
Moreover, she was in her peak time of demand.
Her beautiful eyes were watery and irresistibly enticing.
"John, you... must be feeling uncomfortable, right?"
She lay on my chest, her fingers drawing circles lightly.
"I'm... okay."
"Is this okay?" she said, "I feel uneasy, and my heart is numb!"
As she moved slightly, it became even more intense.
I took a deep breath. "Rita, don't move; it'll be trouble if you do."
"I know, if a man endures for too long, it'll be uncomfortable. If you really can't..."
"If I can't, what then?" My throat started to tighten.
"If you can't, watch a movie, and then do it yourself."
I was stunned. She suggested I handle it myself, with a beautiful woman in my arms, and I had to do it solo.
But since she brought up the topic, I had to follow through.
"Rita, with you here, I don't need to do it myself."
I gently placed my hand on her knee, and she shivered. "John, what... what are you going to do?"
"Have you been... lacking sex for a long time?" I asked.
"Oh, you naughty boy, why ask such an embarrassing question!"
I knew Rita wasn't someone with improper behavior, but every woman had a common trait.
They desired intimacy!
Sex was in accordance with ethics and the laws of nature, a very normal thing.
Moreover, with their physical and psychological maturity, they actually thought about these things too.
And pretending to be proper when alone was just dull.
Whispering some exciting secrets when alone could strengthen the bond between partners.
Many couples got divorced due to disharmony in their married lives.
Have you ever heard of a divorce because the married life was too harmonious?
"Nothing is embarrassing about this; it's just us, there's no one else here," I said while my hand caressed her.
I could feel her breath quickening, the moisture in her eyes increasing.
"John..." she murmured softly.
"Rita, when was the last time you... made love?"
She grew even more shy, but she managed to tell me with embarrassment, "Seven or eight years ago..."
What?
Seven or eight years?
Judith was only five years old. How could this be possible?
My hand stopped, feeling uncomfortable. I thought Rita was always honest with me, but now it seemed otherwise.
Rita raised her head slightly. Seeing my expression change, she quickly explained, "Judith's father was injured in that area and became completely unable. He barely touched me at all. Seven years ago, before he became critically ill, he froze his sperm. I couldn't resist his parents' pleas, so I underwent artificial insemination..."
What?
So that was the reason!
This was really unfair.
Even in death, he had to burden Rita. With her qualities, finding her own happiness should have been simple.
"You've been through a lot," I said, then couldn't help but ask, "Then why don't you look for someone else?"
She smiled bitterly. "Being a widow with a daughter and so much wealth to my name, it's hard to find someone who's genuinely interested in me. Most are after my money, or some combination of money and romance. I was tempted a couple of years ago by a suitor, but it turned out he had a wife and children back home. He was just after my wealth."
I hugged her with an aching heart.
If she were deceived by scum, Rita would truly have nothing left.
"It's all in the past. I'll protect you and your daughter in the future," I said.
Rita nodded. "Truth be told, I feel like I'm being a bit of a cougar here. Being with you, it's like I'm an older cat enjoying the fresh grass. You know, I've got five years on you."
I whispered, "Rita, if you stand by my side, others will only see you as my younger sister. And even if you were five years older, ten years older, or fifteen years older, I would still hold your hand without hesitation."
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