Promise

“No, I’m hungry” she moaned as she placed her hands on his shoulders. He was on his knees, while she was on the table with her legs spread and his head in between her legs.

“Give me a minute and you’ll be moaning something else” he replied and smoothed his fingers on her inner thigh.

“No” she said firmly and pushing him away, jumped to her feet.

“Please” he pleaded with a cute frown on his face that she wanted to wipe away with her tongue.

“I’m sorry but no” she replied.

“Why?”

“I’m just not in the mood”

“I’ll get you in mood, baby. Allow me” he winked as he started towards her again.

She moved away from him and chuckling said, “No, you don’t want to”

“But I do. I want to taste you on my lips and feel you in my mouth” he announced loudly. ‘Thank god the office was empty’ she thought.

“Believe me, you don’t” she replied.

“And why’s that?”

“It’s that time of the month” she whispered and chuckled awkwardly.

“Oh” he said, a pregnant pause later he added, “At least give me your warmth then”

He sat down on his chair and pulled her on top of him. She landed on his thighs and felt his hard erection on her ass, through the clothes.

He fed her the delicious food he had ordered and every moan of delight and every moment she made with her body hardened his already hard erection. She wasn’t as innocent as she pretends though; every move of her ass was calculated, she moved slowly and massaged all of him that she felt below. She gave just enough pressure that he loses his head and not his mind.

She deliberately moaned with every second bite and pressed herself closer to him.

As she chewed on her food she thought of all the fantasies she had built up in her head, the good one, romantic ones, the sexy ones and the very kinky ones. Somehow, the faceless man she dreamed about for as long as she could remember transformed into Vansh and brought her pleasure like no other.

He fed him food and thoughts on his minds, while she shared her smiles and laughter with him. They talked about their hobbies and planned their next date together. She liked reading and he liked watching but he sometimes read too. He didn't play any video games which was a welcome shock to her as she hated video games with every last inch of her. She just didn't understand the concept of wasting time on something that induces so much rage and hatred and wastes time and energy.

They decided or more like she fought with him to let her lead the planning for the next date and she dreamed of so many things she could do for him. When she asked if he wanted casual, adventurous or fancy, he replied 'fusion' and that was doing her head in. How do you do both casual and fancy at the same time? How do you mix adventure with fancy? What the fuck?

As she had her last bite, he closed her tiffin box and brought his arms around her waist. He put his head on her shoulder and smelled the sweet fragrance of her presence. He rocked her with him and smiled contently, but suddenly he realized something.

He moved out from under her and went down on his right knee. He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and signed his name on it. He offered her the same paper and asked her sign that
as well.

She was a lawyer’s daughter and signing on a blank document was a huge risk she shouldn’t be taking but she decided to trust him because honestly, she was broke so she had nothing to lose.

She was curious though, and watched him with huge grey eyes of hers. He rolled the piece of paper and formed a straight line, then bent it to form a small circle.

He took her left hand in his and holding the make-shift finger ring in his hands, looked up to meet her eyes. He placed a sweet kiss on the back of her hand and presented the ring in her ring finger.

“I know what you must be thinking, ‘what the hell is this guy doing? It’s been like a week since we met’ and I know that today is just our fourth meet but I like you, I adore you. I don’t know you but I know that I want to know you, every bit of the masterpiece that is you.

Yesterday was very different. It was life-changing. My dad is alive, but the fact that he is in danger
was a huge slap on my face. Health can never be guaranteed, and I’m not sure what condition I will be in the very next moment. When I found about him, I just wished he’d be alright, I wished he’d know how much I love him and how much I look up to him. I wished I’d have done all the things I wanted to experience with him. I wished I’d have spent more time on him, but I didn’t and those moments are gone. But I have this one moment and I want to do my best to not leave any regrets in this moment.

I don’t want anything with you to be ‘wishes’. I want to turn your wishes true and I will do just that, if you allow.

So, I promise you. I promise myself, my life, my sanity and my dick to you. No one but you will have me and I’ll never take anyone but you. I want to be your friend, partner, supporter and daddy too. I want to love you, spoil you and take care of you. I want you, the whole of you and I promise to try my best and more to fool you into believing that I deserve you, when I clearly don’t. But I am selfish when it comes to you and you’ll come first when it comes to me.”

She looked in his grey-blue eyes and smiled through the tears in her eyes. She stood there, watching him and contemplating his words. She wanted to jump on him and kiss him on his caffeine lips, she wanted to make love with the sweet heart of his and fill herself to the brim with him.

She wanted to be his, she already was his. She liked him, maybe even more than like but she knew that it was going too fast. They have met just 4 times; they can’t promise themselves to each other when they don’t even know each other.

This felt like the whole love-at-first-sight thing which was just ridiculous. You don’t and you simply can’t love someone at the first sight, that’s lust, and that’s all. Honestly, this was even worse, because this felt like proposing to someone knowing just bits about them and ignoring the rest of each other.

His words were honest, sweet and heart felt but they didn’t feel right to her, right for her. They felt wrong and they felt like a lie. They didn’t feel real because as long as he didn’t know me, he can’t really know if he likes me. And as long as his dad’s health issue is still on his mind, he can’t even believe in long-term.

He is committing to me now, in this moment and this moment is all that is guaranteed.

“No” she said with a heavy voice.

“No?” he asked and coughed loudly. She bent down to pat him on his back and when his coughs reduced a little, she got him a glass of water.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

“No” he said, “No. What do you mean by no? You don’t like me?”

“I do, but it’s just that promising anything right now is not right, I’m not ready for it” she said and before he could open his mouth, kissed him.

Her lips moved to his ear and whispered, “I was kidding, It’s not that time of the month” and the resulting jerk and growl she heard was worth the teasing.