Romance: The Quarterback's Touch, page 58
The flight to Billings, Montana was long and difficult. She had to shuffle through what seemed like millions of people follow a strict itinerary. She went from one plane to another and soon tired of the feeling of soaring through the air and watching the clouds pass by below her. She couldn't get a glimpse of her new home since it was dark outside and that bothered her. She was swimming with anxiety and practically jumped when she felt the plane finally land.
Chapter Four
Marissa looked back at the plane after she walked out the gate. Her life had been so simple. She would never have imagined any of this was possible a month ago. Her world didn't have planes or voices on a loudspeaker. There were no massive crowds or people running around with cell phones stuck to their ears. She looked around and saw a nicely dressed woman holding a sign that said Marissa on it.
She was standing next to a tall blond man wearing a tight navy blue dress shirt that concealed his perfectly formed muscles. She walked over and smiled. “Hello,” she said in English. “My name is Marissa. I'm with the matchmaking service.”
“I'm Claudia and this is Paul.”
“It's very nice to meet you.” He took Marissa's hand and kissed it sweetly while they locked eyes. His were intense blue and his deep voice made her shiver with excitement. She could feel a sticky warmth spreading between her thighs.
“It's nice to meet you too.”
“Paul's brother, Robert, couldn't make it today. He was having some trouble with his car. We will allow you too to go to dinner and get to know each other and then you will be provided with a hotel room to stay in until after the wedding.”
Claudia said that she would meet them at the hotel in two hours then she left them alone.
“So where are you from, Marissa. I want to know everything about your life.” They were making their way out of the airport and into the parking lot.
“I'm from a small village in South America> y native language is Spanish, but most people in my area also speak English. As far as my life goes. It's much different. It's simple.” Marissa could hardly believe her eyes. All of the cars in her area were older and beaten up. That was just how it was. This car was bright red and didn't have a single scratch on it. It was small and sexy. She couldn't believe her luck. This was true wealth.
“Well come on. Haven't you ever seen a sports car before?” Marissa didn't want to say that she hadn't. The other man, Paul's brother was having car trouble. He must not have the kind of money that Paul had.
The engine revved and they were on their way.
“Where are we going,” Marissa asked.
“A wonderful restaurant I like to go to sometimes. They serve some of the finest food in the state. I want you to have the finer things in life, Marissa.”
Marissa felt a tinge of affection for this man. He wanted her to be happy and that mattered. He looked like he would protect her. He was big. She looked down at him and saw the bulge sticking through his jeans. He would be able to please her too.
They pulled into a lot where they passed through a thick hedge and pulled up to a marvelous building with a fountain in front. They got out of the car, holding hands and the man walked up to a boy wearing a suit. He discreetly handed him a bill and said, “Take care of that. Will ya?”
“Why did you give him money”?
Paul laughed. “You've never seen valet before?”
“No.”
“They will park my car for me and come and get it when we're done so we don't have to walk through the parking lot.”
Marissa couldn't believe that he had paid somebody just to move his car for him. She was used to saving every single cent she had for the things she absolutely needed. It seemed wasteful. He could simply do it himself, but he was having somebody do it for him, and he didn't even need to do it.
They were ushered into an entrance hall with a domed ceiling and a shining chandelier that emitted golden light. She never saw anything so beautiful before. It was made of thousands of glittering crystals that threw reflections around the room. The effect was mystifying.
Paul was watching her every move with glee. “I just love being here with you. It makes all of this seem so much more amazing.”
“I've never seen things like this before.” She walked over to an angelic bust in the corner. She couldn't believe how realistic the white marble seemed. Paul put his arm around her shoulder and she could feel the warmth. He looked over at her and she had a sudden urge to kiss him. This man would show her things she could barely imagine.
The host walked them into a softly lit dining room where they sat at a private table, serenaded by sweet classic music played by the live band. She was like a child. She didn't understand what was going on around her. She never went to restaurants so she didn't know what to do.
Paul moved in front of her gracefully moved her chair out so she could sit down. She giggled. He was so kind that he would do anything for her. He waited to sit down until she was seated.
He stared into her eyes, as though he taking her in fully. She wanted to feel him on top of her, kissing her entire body. “You are so beautiful he said.” He shook his head. “I'm sorry, Marissa. I don't mean to jump in, but you really are.”
“Honestly, Paul, I feel the same way. When I came here, I was so scared, but you have been so wonderful to me. I just can't believe how lucky I am.”
He held her hand and stroked the back of it with his thumb. “I want you to make the right choice, Marissa. I don't want you to feel like I am pressuring you.”
“I don't feel pressured, Paul. I feel like I'm in heaven.”
“I do too.” they sat silently for a moment and Marissa basked in the swimming sensation I her stomach and the warmth spreading through her thighs.
When the waiter returned to take her orders, Marissa was at a loss. Paul had already anticipated this and suggested to the waiter that she might like the lamb. The meat was tender and juicy. It was on a bed of small balls of pasta and it had a rich savory flavor. It was enchanting. Marissa had never tasted anything so wonderful.
“I hope you like it, Marissa.” Paul's manner was tender. His eyes were glue to her and she felt like this man had an intense passion that was just waiting to be opened up.
“It's wonderful, Paul, and so are you.”
Marissa reached for the salt and Paul's hand darted up at the same time. Their hands touched for just a second and a jolt of electricity passed between them. Paul's face said that he saw the chemistry too.
Rather than act embarrassed, Paul took her hand and said, “Marissa, this feels right, doesn't it?”
“Yes, Paul. It does.”
“May I kiss you?” He was so respectful.
“Yes.”
He leaned in and so did she. She needed to feel his big warm lips. She wanted his tongue to penetrate her mouth and take her fully. There was a spark of passion as their lips collided. He was gentle at first, and then they both rushed. His warm breath fell against her and finally his tongue darted forward and hit the roof of her mouth softly. Neither one of them wanted to stop, but the waiter was standing over them with the check. He cleared his throat and their lips parted. They both felt separation anxiety. Marissa wanted to stay in his arms. She wanted to feel him inside of her.
Chapter Five
When the valet parked their car up front, Paul and Marissa rushed in. He placed his hands on her thigh and she could feel herself brimming with excitement.
“I don't want to go to the hotel just yet.”
“Would you like to come to my house? We still have some time.”
Marissa was panting. She was about to burst and she hadn't even seen him naked. She looked down and his other hand was rubbing his shaft slowly. He saw her looking and, as they made their way to his house, his fingers began to trace her lips gently. She was shuddering. She could feel the explosion coming. She couldn't stop it, not if this kept going. She had to feel his cock inside of her. She reached down and started stroking it. She needed to see it. Her hands reached out to his zipper and she slowly pulled it down. It was rock hard. She could feel it jumping up and down as she reached in and grabbed his warm beefy dick. She pulled it out his fingers made their way farther into his inner sanctum. He flicked her clit and she screamed as an ecstatic explosion burst out. He looked over and smiled right at her.
“I love that look on your face when you cum.” he growled.
They pulled into a long gravel road lined by tall pine trees. It led to a massive brick building with Greek columns in front.
“Where is your house,” Marissa was puzzled.
“This is my house.”
“What?!”
Marissa was awestruck and her heart was beating rapidly. If she lived here, the world would be hers.”
They ran into the foyer, which had a domed ceiling and an even more majestic chandelier. “It's crystal,” Paul said when he saw her looking at it. It was a trophy to him. She could tell.
His cock was still hanging out and he made it jump up and down as he ushered her to a room behind the stairs. There was a four-poster bed with a silk canopy and she lay down on it. It was so soft.
He was on it in an instant. His lips crashed against hers and this time he was not hesitant at all with his tongue. He shoved it down the back of her throat and she let out muffled moans. His fingers traced along the edges of her nipples and she was screaming as his hands made their way down her dress.
“Marissa,” he asked, “will you make love to me.”
“Yes,” she screamed and he pulled up. His cock was resting just below her stock and their eyes met as he slowly peeled up his short to reveal a chiseled chest like a god. She pulled herself up and bit his hard nipples and he growled as he thrust his hand deep inside of her.
Her screams resounded throughout the mountain and an explosion of ecstasy rushed out as his fingers writhed inside of her. His lips were on hers in an instant as his thumb caressed her clit and a wave of explosions crashed inside of her. One after the other, she was reeling and screaming with excitement. She looked down and saw his cock; he was stroking it up and down. She creamed herself at the sight of his foreskin folding just past the tip of his head.
He moved up and his cock was above her mouth. She reached her head up and he pushed it down so she couldn't touch it. “Just wait.”
He stroked his thumb along the head and she ached for it. She needed to have it driving into the back of her throat.
“You want this, don't you?”
“Oh god, yes!” He shoved his cock down as far as he could and slammed it against the back of her throat. She moved her tongue up and down the shaft as he gagged. He reached back and ran his fingers along her wet engorged lip. She tried so hard to hold it in, but she couldn't she was gorging on his cock and exploding at the sensation. She was being filled with jolts of electricity that moved all throughout her body, and she was helpless to stop it.
He pulled back, stroking his cock the entire time. “You want this cock, huh? You want me to fuck you?”
“Do it,” she screamed.
He didn't hesitate for one second. He shoved it in as hard as he could and she cried out. The intense pain and pleasure was a sensational mixture that made her shake as his cock jumped up and down inside of her. He swayed his hips back and forth, caressing that place that drives every woman crazy s his thumb ran around her clit.
She could hear his hips smacking against her and the sound rippled through her. She felt a volcano threatening to erupt inside of her, just beneath the surface. He was slamming her faster now, crying out from the pleasure.
“Oh god. You're so fucking tight! Take that fucking cock!” Their bodies crashed together and her explosion erupted and sent her convulsing.
He pulled out and stroked himself as fast as he could. He pinched her nipple and a stream of cum shot out of her and onto her chest.
When they were done, he got up and got a towel out of the bathroom to clean her stomach off. His back was to her and he was looking into a mirror in the vanity in the corner to make sure his hair was perfect.
Marissa watched his hips sway as he went to put on his clothes. He looked down on her with an emotionless face. “I don't want you to see him, Marissa. Don't.”
Marissa didn't know what she would find, but she remembered the promise that she had made to herself that she would understand these men well before she made her choice. No matter how much she like Paul, she knew that she was making a decision that would last her the rest of her life. She couldn't rush it even though she wanted to. She would probably be with Paul, but she couldn't just choose right away.
“I'm sorry, Paul. I have to know.” He stayed silent for a while. He didn't take it well.
While Marissa got up to dress, she asked, “What room is this?”
He moved behind her and she shivered from the warmth of his body against hers. “This will be your room.”
It was majestic, but Marissa didn't like the idea of having separate rooms. What kind of life would she have if she did that?
“You won't share a room with me?”
“I believe that couples need their own space so they can avoid feeling alienated.”
“What does the word alienated mean?” She was staring at him with a shocked look on her face.
“It means that sometimes people get too close and it causes fights.”
“The point of being husband and wife is to be as close as possible. We must strive to be one.” With that, they strode out to the lot to get the car.
They drove back in silence for the most part. Marissa watched the streets go by. This place was strange. Everything looked so clean and perfect. It was strange to her. In her country, things just were. They weren't planned out. She felt constricted here. There was a facade here that people held up. They were trying to put on a pretty face so the world couldn't see what was behind it.
“What is your brother like,” she asked when they parked in front of the hotel.
'He hasn't done very well for himself, honestly. He decided to live a life picking up animal shit and playing in the dirt instead of making something of himself. He owns the family farm.”
Marissa could read between the lines. They were both similar to her. She had given up the farm life, but it would always hold a place in her heart. Paul gave it up, but he didn't have that same love. His brother did have it and he couldn't leave it behind like she did.
When she got up to get out of the car, Paul grabbed her and kissed her passionately then said, “I'm going to a dinner party tomorrow and I want you to come. They're going to give you a cell phone.” He handed her a piece of paper. “Here's my number. Text me when they give it you so I can call you to get you ready.”
“I will.”
Chapter Six
Marissa had never had a cell phone before and this one was completely different from anything she'd ever seen. It had a screen that you touched to use it and did all of these things she couldn't even understand. She had to asked the liaison how to text and she could barely get the hang of it. She spent a lot of the night trying to work it out.
The climate in Montana was a bit colder, but aside from that, it was basically the same so as she made her way out to David's house, she felt her anxiety about her new environment starting to ease up a bit.
They passed pastures filled with sheep and cows. There were fields of grain and oats. Things were done on a grander scale, but they were familiar nonetheless.
When they arrived at the white wooden house, Marissa noticed a blue pickup truck out front. It was worn and weather beaten, but Marissa knew that a car like that was loved. It was probably meticulously maintained, and Marissa saw that that was the case when she and the liaison got out of the car. There were wrenches strewn all over the ground and a towel underneath the best pair of legs that Marissa had ever seen.
“Ahem,” the liaison was too formal. They were coming to his house after all.
David rolled out from underneath the car. All he was wearing was a pair of tight old jeans. His chest was hairy and bulging from all of the work he'd been doing. “Hello, ladies.” He nodded towards Marissa and she blushed.
His hands were covered in grease so he wiped them off with a rag next to the front tire. He offered his hand to the liaison and she refused it. “Mr. Hunter, this is your potential wife Marissa Suarez.”
He moved past the liaison to get a good look at her and Marissa did the same as she offered him her hand. “It's wonderful to meet you, David.”
He shook her hand briskly and said, “It's wonderful to meet you too.”
They walked into the house. It was like a home. There were old rugs and furniture that he'd been worn by the years. There were pictures of David's family still hanging on the walls. They sat down at a table with a red and white-checkered cloth.
The liaison looked over at David and said, “Will your car be working by the time your date is over?”
“It was working well before you came here, Miss. I don't go without.”
“Yes. Well, if you need anything, Marissa, you just give me a call, OK?”
“Of course,” she replied meekly.
When she left, they both let out a sigh of relief. Marissa was a real woman. She didn't need fine clothes or a prissy attitude to feel better about herself. She liked those things, but she knew who she was and she liked herself. She didn't need to condescend others to make herself feel better.
David sat down across the table. It was such an informal setting, but it felt intimate. He was a real man. His wavy brown hair ran just past his ears, and gave him a boyish appeal, which mixed perfectly with his soft features. He was still shirtless, and he did notice Marissa staring at his chest. He played it off though. He seemed to want things to be casual.
