Page 23 of Someone Like You

Giselle

One Week Later

I had successfully managed to avoid Casimir for a week. Or maybe I hadn’t avoided him as much as he had given me what I asked for. Time. Space.

When I returned home from work this evening, Casimir wasn’t there. I missed his presence, the sound of him, and his scent.

I had been in the guest bedroom that I used as an office when I heard him fumbling around in the other bedroom opposite the guest room. The one I occupied, the master suite, was on a side all to itself.

I put my laptop down and headed toward him. I watched him unpack in silence for several seconds before he turned around and spotted me.

“I just grabbed the last of my things from the house,” he explained.

“Mkay,” I murmured.

“I bought dinner. It’s in the kitchen.”

I went to the kitchen and fixed our plates. Casimir had ordered some Indian cuisine. After we finished, we settled on the couch and talked about our day. Things were fine until he changed the conversation to a personal topic.

“Why do you keep asking me that?” I asked when he had asked for the hundredth time what hurt me.

“Because you know everything about me. Every little secret, desire, and dream, I’ve already revealed to you. All I want to know is who hurt you so badly, and how can I fix it?”

“You can’t,” I replied softly as I picked at the little nubs on the soft cotton blanket.

Casimir reached underneath the blanket and grabbed my foot. My eyes closed at the touch of his firm grip and the pressure he exerted on the sole of my foot with his thumb.

“Talk to me, Giselle.”

I sighed. “My late husband, Elijah.”

When I opened my eyes again, Casimir’s gaze was on me expectantly.

“Because he died?”

“He didn’t die. He took his own life.”

Briefly, but only for a short second, Casimir’s thumb stopped, and then he went back to work again. I told him the story, every little detail until I finished.

“He didn’t love me enough to stay,” I whispered. I hadn’t realized that a tear had fallen until he reached his finger out and swiped it away.

“Or he didn’t love himself enough to let your love be enough,” Casimir whispered.

I smiled briefly at him.

“What I mean by that is, more often than not, we take the actions of our loved ones personally. But it isn’t always about us.

I think we believe that it is because we live in such a self-centered, superficial world.

Sometimes, people drown so deeply in their depression that they can’t focus on anything else beyond the blackness.

It swallows them whole, and all the while they’re drowning, they don’t see the hands reaching out to help them.

It’s a spiritual battle. It was never a you-battle. ”

I smirked. “How did you become so wise, sir?”

“I had a friend who suffered from depression back in high school. He attempted it, but his family found him in time.”

“Wow. Are you still in touch with him today?”

“JR.”

My eyes bucked in my head. “That confident, bold, charming man suffered from depression and tried to kill himself?”

“He did. I missed all the signs.”

“We often do,” I whispered. “I felt like I failed Elijah. I knew he suffered from depression, but I never would have expected him to do that. I’m a trained and licensed psychologist, and I failed my husband.”

The tears started back up again, and Casimir reached over and removed the blanket from my legs. He pulled me onto his lap, held me, and rocked with me. He whispered “shh” the entire time that he rubbed my back.

When I finished crying, I looked up at him and asked, “What did I do to deserve so much pain, though, Cas?”

He wiped my face and stared into my eyes. Before he could answer the question, I pressed my lips against his, sampling what I didn’t need to sample, taking what wasn’t mine to take, and indulging in the sinful pleasure known as Casimir.

I moaned as I twisted in his lap until I straddled him. My hands went to his face, and I held him in place as though he might pull back from the kiss. My hips had a mind all their own as they worked in time to a beat that only existed in my head.

My need for him grew stronger with every pass of my hips and provoked Casimir to place his hands there. He gripped me tightly as if to secure me to him and thrust upward. I could feel his erection through my cotton night shorts, and I wanted no distance between us.

Every thought about my license and the repercussions of what would happen in the morning passed away. I only cared about the moment, the here and the now. This precious, stolen moment was the only thing that mattered.

Just because Casimir had divorced Beth and moved out didn’t mean that she was no longer in his heart. Tonight, that was a risk that I was willing to take as his large, firm hands moved from my hips, slid underneath my top, and stretched across my back.

Heat stole up my body, and I arched my back and pressed my breasts against him. His hands circled to the front, and large, gentle fingers rubbed back and forth in a slow rhythm across my nipples, bringing them to life.

His erection prodded me, begging for entrance. My hands reached down and tugged at the waistband of my night shorts until I pulled them over my ass. I lifted slightly, and Casimir moved in to take one tightly budded nipple into his mouth.

The warm heat of his tongue and lips almost caused an instant explosion in my body. I was surprised that I didn’t leak out on him immediately. His hands helped me get out of my shorts and panties. I climbed off him, and my chest heaved as I struggled to breathe through the intensity of the moment.

Casimir stood and removed his basketball shorts before he leaned around me and grabbed his phone from the table.

“What are you doing?” I murmured as I pushed him back down.

He typed out something on his phone with one hand while he wrapped the other arm around my waist. I kissed the side of his neck while my hand gripped his length, and I slid my hand up and down him. I smiled through my kisses as he grew in my hand.

“Here,” Casimir stated and tugged me away from his neck.

“Whaaat?” I moaned.

“Look at this,” he replied and thrust his phone at me.

“What’s this?”

“My health screening. Every executive member of the company, insured at a certain level with life insurance, has to undergo annual screenings, which include drug, alcohol, and sexual health screenings. I just had mine three weeks ago. I haven’t been with anyone since.

It’s actually been months since I had sex. ”

My heart stilled in my chest. For a moment, I hadn’t even considered a condom.

All I wanted was Casimir buried inside of me.

Did he have that much power over me? Or was I that desperate?

Possibly both. I was mortified that I hadn’t considered protecting myself against this man, who had only recently moved out from the home he shared with his ex-wife.

“I . . . I don’t have any recent screenings,” I revealed.

Casimir grabbed the sides of my face and covered my mouth with his before I could offer any further debates. He walked me backward, and I wondered where we were going as we moved beyond the coffee table.

Briefly, he cut off the kiss and stared into my eyes. “I don’t need your stats. I already know that you’re a good woman, Giselle.”

“My husband was the last man I was with,” I shared.

He kissed me again, lifted me, and lay me on the floor in front of the fireplace.

I stared up at him as he kneeled beside me. Casimir’s gaze took in my entire body in one full sweep before he slowly worked his eyes down again and basked in every part of me. My mouth parted before I bit my bottom lip, hoping, praying that he was happy with what he saw, with what he was getting.

He reached out a hand and smoothed it over my belly, pinched my thighs, and caressed my shins.

His hands worked back up again, and he smoothed his hands over my shoulders before he positioned himself over me.

With one hand planted on either side of my head, he stared down at me.

He was in a plank position over me as he stared, and I suspected he was giving me time to change my mind.

“I want this, Cas. I want you.”

Those were the words he obviously had waited for. His head dipped as he slowly lowered his body over mine. His tongue extended to lick along the seam of my lips. I opened my mouth and allowed his tongue to sweetly and gently make love to mine.

We spoke a love language created by the two of us, one previously unknown to man. My hands slid up his arms and rested on his shoulders as I tugged to bring him closer to me. The pressure from the weight of his body made me feel not only covered but secured.

“I don’t want to crush you, baby,” he whispered in the crook of my neck as he licked me there and set my body on fire.

I lifted my back from the floor and moaned, “Casimir.”

His hands squeezed my hips before he parted my legs and made room for himself between them.

“Are you ready to receive me?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“When I enter you, it will create an inseparable bond between us. A soul tie, if you will.” I nodded. “I don’t take these things lightly, Giselle. That means that I belong to you, and you belong to me.”

I nodded once more and wondered if I would regret it in the morning. But I wanted what I wanted and took what I needed as I reached between us and grabbed his erection. I dragged it between my folds. His brow furrowed as though he were in pain.

“You’re so wet and so hot.”

“For you,” I whispered.

This time, he was the one who nodded. He removed his arousal from my hand and slid it between my folds. When he sunk inside of me, I felt something explode in my chest.

“Cas,” I cried out as I rose to meet him.

He felt so perfect, so necessary, and so right.

He shifted, and I lifted. Our mouths came together to confirm the conversation that our bodies were engaged in.

Large, warm hands touched my body in places that I hadn’t been touched in a long time.

His mouth pulled back from mine to kiss me in places I only dreamt about.

When he pulled out of me, I thought that I would die. But he replaced his manhood with his mouth. With my legs hooked over his shoulders, he consumed me as if I were a five-star meal. I gyrated and shook as my body lifted from the floor, leaving only my shoulders and head resting there.

Casimir placed one hand under my butt and squeezed and massaged it, and with his other hand, he pushed me back to the floor. His hands spread my legs wide, and his fingers parted my pussy. He licked, slurped, fingered, and sucked me. And all the while, his intense gaze was on me.

Knowing that he brought that pleasure to me and that I could not hide how he made me feel was powerful.

I could no longer hold back if I wanted to, and I didn’t want to.

I released in his mouth, with his tongue spread wide and flat on and inside of me.

He nodded his encouragement as he slid a finger inside of me along with his tongue.

Tears sprung from my eyes, and my chest ached with how tightly I was wound. When he pulled back, he spoke no words. Casimir slid back inside of me again and worked my body over. I could feel him growing inside of me with every moan, whimper, plea, and cry that I released.

“You’re so beautiful, Giselle. And this moment . . . the dreams that I had about us . . . they pale in comparison to the reality of being inside of you. Thank you,” he whispered before he leaned down to kiss me once more.

And if I thought it was impossible to cum again, he proved me wrong. He brought me to another orgasm only moments before he released within me. And when we were finished, he rolled onto the floor beside me, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me sweetly on my temple.

“Thank you, beautiful.”

I closed my eyes and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.