Chapter 137: Father’s Talk
In the kitchen, she found her father sitting at the table and drinking herbal tea. Her father poured a cup for her, and she sat down to have a chat with him. In the oven, he was grilling some small potatoes.
His father looked older than his contemporary. “I am sorry that you dropped out of high school and went to work so young. I always hoped you could meet some nice guy and have someone to take care of you…”
He sighed and asked, “So the money for my surgery and medicine was from him?”
Kate had to nod while her heart shrank.
She explained later, “He and I…it is not just because of the money.”
“I can see that. He is nice to you.”
Mr. White paused a little and said, “I am just worried that he is a different person from us.”
He could not explain himself very well. He thought his son-in-law was too good to be true, but too many things had happened, and not much could be changed.
“You have to take care of yourself. Don’t give up your studies. He may have lots of money, but you need to be able to be independent.”
Kate nodded. It was rare for her taciturn father to say so much to her. She was moved and also felt bitter.
The potatoes were done, and Mr. White picked them up in a small basket.
“Bring some to him to try.”
When Kate got back to her room, Tristan was browsing her literature papers from high school. One of the essays was titled My Dream.
Kate grabbed it from his hand with embarrassment and put it away. She gave Tristan the small basket.
“Try this.”
They started to peel the skin of the potato. They were soft and waxy, smelled very good. Tristan looked at Kate and pictured her and her siblings eating grilled potatoes as little kids. It was cozy.
He gave her a peeled one, but she shook her head.
“You eat it yourself.”
Tristan split it into halves and put half into her mouth.
After they finished eating, they cleaned up and went to bed. The quilts Mrs. White brought to them were too thick. Tristan felt too hot. He tossed and turned in the bed.
Kate got used to it, and she lay there and saw him turning restless.
In the dark, their breath blew on each other.
Tristan reached his hand for hers.
Her hands were soft, and the fingers were slim. He held her hand in his big hand and felt the ring and the diamond on it. He rubbed it and then pulled her hand to his chest.
Kate’s finger moved, and she reached her hand under his clothes.
She touched the hard muscle and with curiosity and complicated emotion. Her fingers moved downward, to the ribs and to the abs. When she reached the abs, she felt that the muscles beneath her hand shrank and were controlled with effort.
She wanted to pull her hand away, but he pressed it and didn’t let her go.
The air became tense.
She heard his breath turn faster. She hesitated for a while and then moved her hand lower.
It was the first time she took this bold move, and she didn’t have the know-how, but it was enough to disturb his breath and made his body tighten.
She thought her rubbing could pacify his desire, but on the contrary, he was hungrier with her stirring. The thing in her hand turned lively and had its own life.
His breath was heavy, and there was suppressed moaning from time to time. She was holding the thing in her hand and didn’t know how to deal with it. She could not leave it alone or continue.
At the same time, his hand also reached into her tops and covered her breast, and kneaded in the same rhythm as his breathing.
Her body temperature also rose.
Kate gave it a thought, and then suddenly, she lifted up the quilt on him.
He was almost shocked by her unusual action, but the next moment, he gave out a moan of satisfaction.
In the dark, he saw her long hair flow down and covered her face. The soft hair spread on his abs and touched his nerves. He could not see her expression, but he felt his soft lips, flexible tongue, and tight throat.
With Kate’s movement, Tristan’s body stretched like a bow being pulled to extremity. He grabbed her hair and called her name, “Kate…Lucy…” He raised his body higher so as to have more contact with her and to get to the depth of her.
Kate became passive. The thing in her mouth was aggressive and swelling, and she could not hold it. On the edge of suffocation, she wasn’t herself anymore.
The depression inside her was dispelled, and she was dominated by a crazier and more liberal soul.
She didn’t know what she was doing, and these skills seemed to be self-taught.
It was her mission to make him happy. She was happy because he was happy.
When it was finished, they were both sweaty and panting in the dark.
Tristan wiped the remaining liquid on the corner of her mouth, and she was dumbfounded until he reminded her to go gargle.
The heat and craze inside them subsided after the action. When they returned to the bed, it was still warm, but their bodies and souls felt the peace.
Tristan held Kate in his arms, and his hand stroked her belly gently.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
When the drowsiness overwhelmed them little by little and their consciousness was fading away, he heard her say in a very low voice, “Do we have to go now?”