24. Should we continue?

I was very baffled by Walter's sudden change in mood but a part of me knew it had nothing to do with me, although I was not fully sure, and I also figured he would say something if I was the reason for the change in mood,

"Was I gone for too long?", I asked while sitting next to him,

"Yeah....for a long time? Are you okay?", his eyes showed concern, based on the look on his face, I was sure that I was not the reason for his anger, which left me with one answer, his phone. But I was not about to pry about that.

I did not even realize that I ended up being away for 15 minutes, but I was still a bit aroused, however, seeing that the mood was already off, I decided to make something to eat. I went to the kitchen and started opening the kitchen cabinets to look for ingredients. I was a bit frustrated and disappointed, it was reflected in the way I was opening and closing the cabinets, "Are you hungry, do you want something to eat or drink, or win...?", seeing the empty bottle in front of him, wine was no longer an option and I honestly needed a glass myself. 

"Hey..hey, stop that, are you okay? Come.....come sit with me", Walter calmly said while coming to pull me back to the couch, his mood was now fully gentle and caring, and he went back to being the Walter I knew. I left whatever I was doing and followed him to the couch.

My place was an open-plan one-bedroom apartment with a separate bedroom, despite the open-plan setting, the apartment was still fairly elegantly traditional with a cozy and warm feel. I had a small study which I hardly used and a balcony connected to the sitting area but my favourite thing about the building was the enchanting rooftop garden. You would swear you were in a different place, the fragrance from the flowers cleansed the polluted city air quite well. The building owner certainly outdid himself there, the garden was also spacious enough to host an intimate dinner party for friends or just a romantic evening for two. 

I silently stayed in Walter's arms for some time just taking in his calming scent and then I remembered why I started banging the kitchen cabinet doors in the first place, but I knew that I could not directly come out and ask about it, so I had to find an angle,

"Are you okay? And what about your workshop? also, aren't you hungry?", I asked hoping that would be enough to get me the answer I needed.

"I am okay now that you are lying in my chest. Don't worry about cooking, I ordered food and two bottles of wine for us", he then sat me up straight searched through his pockets then asked, "Do you have a place I can go to smoke?",

"You smoke?!?", I was shocked by this new discovery. I was not turned off, instead, I began imagining him smoking in between rounds while I exhaustedly lay next to him naked and covered in sweat. Besides, I was surprised because I had never seen him smoke nor did he smell like cigarettes. Back then, I was not obsessed enough to the point of stalking him and wanting to familiarise myself with his daily habits so that was new to me. 

"Yeah, sometimes, not always...", he said nonchalantly. I got up and led him to the balcony and we sat on the long two-seater outdoor chair with a small table in front of us overlooking the building opposite mine. I did not like the view from the balcony hence I hardly sat there. He lit his cigarette, "Don't worry about the workshop, I will be going back on Sunday evening, I actually used the company jet.", he was incredibly calm as he puffed and huffed his smoke, "I had to spend the weekend with you. I told you I was addicted, my body reacts at the thought of you. I have been missing and hungry for you, but I had to respect your feelings, so when you said you missed me. I couldn't think of anything else. I had to see you..."

My heart flattered after hearing that he came back just for me. The beauty of being rich, not that I was complaining, I was benefiting from it, I am now sitting next to this man who makes smoking look breathtakingly sexy, I guess the view from the balcony was not so bad after all.

He finished smoking right around the time the food and wine were delivered. We went back to the sitting area to eat. Although I was full, I couldn't say no to food. There was still some food left after we ate and so, I took it to the kitchen for storage. I reached up to the upper cabinet to take out a container, giving Walter a view of my back, I then wondered what his plans were for the weekend, 

"You said you will spend the whole weekend, so what's the plan? What will we do? Will we go out or stay indoors? I th-", I felt a figure standing behind me and breathing heavily on my neck with his hands caressing my waist, then one hand slowly moved up to gently squeeze my breast, and the other hand slowly went inside my pants and before I knew it, one of his fingers slipped inside my vagina imitating the movement of his long rod. With blood rushing to my vagina and my senses heightened, I could not help but stop whatever I was doing and focus on this moment, then he said,

"We can go out, sure...but...I can think of a million things to do like..." Walter gently nibbled and bit my ear lobe "And this...", he then placed a soft kiss on my neck, all the while his hand was still gently pressing and squeezing my breast and his finger started to move faster inside my pants and occasionally rubbing my already highly sensitive clitoris. I became even more wet in an instant, I felt compelled to close my eyes and moan out in pleasure.

 Walter then removed his hand from my pants, turned me around to face him, lifted me, and put me on the kitchen counter. He immediately dived into my sets of watermelons to suck on my nipples, making me arch my back, he then intensely gazed at me and said,

"Should we continue where we left off earlier?"