When I Dream of You: A Valentine's Day Romance

by Marcella Swann

  She wouldn’t deny an order like that. She shut the door and locked it, then walked over to him. “Did I do as the master ordered?” she asked. She was teasing slightly but then he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him, causing her to fall onto his lap. His lips went to hers with such a force that it crashed against her, took her breath away, and grew with a fiery depth. “I guess I did,” she whispered between kisses. She moved in closer to him as the kiss lingered and she could straddle his body. She kicked off her shoes, her body already desperate for him.

  He held onto her with one arm, while he undid the buttons of her blouse with the other hand. When the buttons were all undone, she slipped out of her bra and let it slowly fall to the floor and before undoing her skirt. When the skirt fell to the floor, she stuck her fingers along the edge of her panties and slowly moved them down her legs, before kicking out of them.

  Aria pulled back from the kiss and with Devon’s help, they took his clothes off, too. It became a frantic battle of time as piece by piece his clothing fell to the floor. When he was naked, she moved back in and reclaimed another kiss from him.

  She was sitting on his lap, propped up on top of him, his erection lightly stroking her opening as they kissed. She ran her arms up his back, holding him closer to her. His tongue fluidly ran all around hers, methodically capturing her breath. He pulled back from the kiss and she arched her back, closing her eyes as t the warmth between her thighs increased. He latched his teeth around her right nipple and started to suck in soft displays of pleasure.

  She groaned, rejoicing in how his mouth made her entire body tingle. He plucked her nipple from his teeth and moved over to her other one grazing across her nipple with fire and excitement. She grabbed onto his neck and pulled him back from her breasts planting a passionate kiss on his lips while she held onto the moment.

  He cupped her ass in the palm of his hands and stood to his feet, then turned her around and backed her hard against the wall of her office. A picture on the wall fell down, from the sudden thud. She giggled between his kisses and he squeezed her ass tighter into his palms.

  He turned around again and this time, while holding her, their mouths never leaving the connection, he took one arm and knocked a slew of headshots and resumes off onto the floor. When enough of her desk was cleared off, he lowered her to it.

  The feel of the desk against her back sent a chill up her spine. He climbed up after her and went back to kissing her, not wanting to lose the momentum that had built between them. He pulled himself up and flipped his legs around her, one on either side of her and moved in closer. Their mouths went back to enjoying the fight, while the engorged head of his cock touched her opening, anxious to enter her.

  She took in deep gasps. Her body was telling her that she was in desperate need of him but he was holding back. He was kissing her with such passion and it was exhilarating, the thought of fucking her lover in her office. She couldn’t hold back the orgasm that would send her to oblivion.

  “Please, Devon,” she whimpered. “Don’t make me beg.”

  He laughed. He loved the thought of her begging for him and he wasn’t going to let her off easily, so he continued to hold back. “Tell me what you want, Aria,” he moaned, running his tongue along the edge of her chin.

  She mentally groaned, feeling way too much desperation in her words as she spoke them. “I want you, Devon,” she cried. “I want you to fuck me harder. Please.” Her words were filled with strained depth and desire that he had to tease her with his mouth as she spoke them.

  He hungrily went back in for another kiss. She spread her legs wider, her opening screaming out his name. He directed his erection into her opening, filling her fully and holding himself there.

  She gasped, her mouth hung open and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She squirmed beneath him, wiggling as she felt his erection expanding inside of her pussy.

  “Oh, God,” Aria whimpered. She tilted her head back off the side of the desk, arching her back and spreading her legs wider as he held her hips. She could see the floor, covered with the pictures of beautiful men and women. The thought of the all those people watching them suddenly filled her mind and sent her into a sexual frenzy she’d never experience. It was lust and desire and pleasure.

  “Fuck me. Please. Fuck me as hard as you can.”

  He pulled back slightly but then plunged back inside of her, never fully pulling out. Her arms dropped from being wrapped around him. With one hand she grabbed the edge of her desk and thrust her body up to meet his movements. He withdrew again and then plunged in harder this time. She reached up and grabbed onto his shoulder with her other hand. She dug her nails into his shoulder and he winced from the pain.

  He pulled back again, half-way out this time before he plowed back in and she cried out. The movement of his cock in and out of her womanhood was slowly intensifying and her body began to convulse beneath him. She grabbed onto him with both hands and rocked her hips back and forth, each movement causing more pleasure to build up.

  His cock plunged fully inside of her, opening her up completely while she seized and thrashed her body beneath him. They came together and he pounded his flesh with a deeper depth than she had imagined. He crashed against her, his lips going back to hers. He saw the smile in her eyes and on her lips and he knew that she wasn’t sorry that he had pushed her to realize his fantasy, which was even better than he had imagined. He had bigger and better fantasies still to work on, but this was definitely a start.

  ARIA AND DEVON HEARD the knock on her door. She looked up. His arm still resting around her, tugging her closer to him. She put her finger to her lips and the person on the other side tried to open the door. Luckily it was locked, but that didn’t deter the person.

  “Aria are you in there? Everything all right?”

  Aria didn’t say anything at first. She held her breath, all in hopes that Jenny would just walk away. It would be super awkward to have her catch onto what they were doing in the office just minutes earlier. She heard mumbling on the other side of the door and Jenny tried it again.

  “Aria?” she called out. Then the mumbling became more coherent. “It’s strange. Why would she have locked her door? Guess I’ll go get a key and open it up.”

  Aria freaked. “I’m in here Jenny,” she yelled.

  Devon leaned his head back and looked at the ceiling. He shook his head, not surprised in the least that Aria would make herself known.

  “What’s going on?” Jenny called out. “I thought you were leaving an hour ago. Why’s your door locked?” She was full of questions and Aria couldn’t blame her. It was confusing to anyone, even her. She didn’t anticipate living out Devon’s fantasy before they went out. That was just an added bonus.

  “Um ... I had to get changed. I’m going out in a bit and I needed to change my clothes.” It sounded like a logical explanation and one that she had thought up in a matter of seconds.

  “You sound out of breath,” Jenny called out.

  Aria looked down at Devon and he was trying not to laugh. If he made a sound they would be caught. He didn’t mind, actually. In fact, he thought that it would be a little thrilling. Even more so if they had been caught in the act. “Um ... just hurrying to get out of here. I don’t want to be late.”

  “Oh ... OK. Well ... have a good night.”

  Aria held her breath as she heard footsteps walking away from the door. She finally released her breath and turned to him. “You, Devon Prescott, are a bad influence.”

  He laughed. “Just the way I like it,” he said. He winked at her and grabbed her by the arm to pull her down to him, so they could kiss and possibly have another round. Instead, she pressed her hand to his chest, and pulled back.

  “We’re going to miss our reservations if we don’t get dressed and get out of here,” she said.

  He groaned. “Fine.” He sat up on her desk as she climbed down from it and began dressing. He propped himself up, so he could watch her. She lifted an ey
e in his direction and she smiled. “Ever been caught in the middle of sex? Clothes off...a man pounding his flesh into you, and then suddenly someone is watching?”

  Her eyes widened as she pulled up her skirt. She then laughed. “Uh...no. I would be mortified if someone saw me having sex. This naked body is reserved for myself and the guy I’m with. No other.” She grinned and zipped her skirt up.

  He thought on that. “Interesting,” he said.

  “Oh, yeah? What’s so interesting about it?” she asked. “Have you ever been interrupted while having sex?”

  He shook his head. “No, but I wouldn’t be opposed.” He winked at her and she caught herself laughing. It was a little louder and a little longer than Devon would have anticipated. It was obvious to him that she would be opposed to it, but it made it all the more thrilling to consider it.

  “That’s good to know,” he said. He slid off her desk and started dressing.

  She watched him, confused as to what made that good to know. She didn’t acknowledge it, because she wasn’t sure she really even wanted to know and if they didn’t leave the office now, they would certainly miss their reservation.

  When they were both dressed, she grabbed onto his hand and they walked to the door. She held up her hand to stop him. She didn’t want to get caught with him in front of Jenny because that would be all that Jenny would need to know that she wasn’t just changing her clothes in the office. She opened her blinds and peeked out into the hallway, then walked to the door and opened it. She looked down the hallway both ways and didn’t see her. She motioned for him to follow her, then grabbed onto his hand when they got out into the hall.

  They hurried down the hallway and zigzagged around to go out the back way. She laughed when they finally got outside. “The lengths I have to go to.”

  He snickered. “You don’t have to, but you choose to,” he said.

  They walked over to his car and she stood there for a moment, pondering his statement. “What does that mean?” she asked.

  He opened the door for her but neither one made a move. He shrugged. “I’m just saying that if she had walked into the office and caught us in the middle of sex, I don’t believe it would have been the end of the world. Sometimes I think you need to live a little.” He kissed her softly, while she stood there, uncertain how they even got onto this conversation.

  “You think I need to live a little?” she asked. “I’m letting my guards down and opening myself up to you ... aren’t I?”

  He grinned. “Babe, I’m not talking about with me, but don’t worry. In time, you’ll know what I mean.” He winked at her and she tilted her head. She didn’t know what that meant, and she was pretty sure she was scared to find out.

  “If you say so,” she mumbled. She got into the passenger seat and Devon chuckled to himself.

  She looked worried and he didn’t exactly mind that. It was good to keep her on her toes and he knew how he could do that. She would enjoy it herself. This was all about giving her ways to open up and to be more alive, without the darkness that would keep her in the shell she had put around herself.

  He got into the driver’s seat and started the car. She was about to have the ride of her life so she had better hold on.

  Chapter 16

  Aria stepped onto the porch of Marisa and Paul’s home. When she got the text from Marisa saying that she needed to see Aria because she was going stir crazy, they agreed that Aria would come by the house for supper. Now that she was there, she wanted to be with Devon. Come on, Aria, you can be away from him one night. It did seem to her, though, that the more she was with him, the more she didn’t want to be away from him.

  She knocked on the door and she heard running on the other side and then voices before the door swung open. The oldest of the brood was Jacqueline, Jackie as she was known to everyone. She had just turned eight and she was grinning from ear to ear. Aria noticed the missing two teeth in the front right away.

  “Nice smile. I love the look. I should try it sometime.” She winked at Jackie.

  Jackie laughed. “Aunt Ari.” She threw her arms around her and they hugged in the entry of the foyer. It’d been a long time since she’d seen any of the kids and she did miss them. Hugging Jackie, the emotions hit her, and she realized that she needed to spend more time with their family as a whole. She flicked a tear away as they parted and Jackie giggled.

  “Are you crying?”

  Aria smiled. “Just happy to be here.”

  Jackie grabbed Aria’s hand and pulled her into the kitchen, where Marisa was standing over the stove. Aria rushed up to her.

  “You shouldn’t be doing that,” she said. “I’ll finish it up. Have a seat.”

  Marisa laughed and turned to her friend. “Come on, girl. I’m not going to break.” She continued where she was.

  Aria laughed but still stood there to help Marisa as much as she could. “How are things going? You could pop any day, right?”

  Marisa chuckled. “Is that your way of saying that I’m humungous?” She laughed, and Aria looked down at her friend’s stomach.

  “Well, you have good reason to be,” Aria said. She laughed as she began chopping vegetables for a salad. The room turned silent as Jackie ran off to tell the others that Aria was there and Marisa glanced in Aria’s direction.

  “Do I see tears in your eyes?” she asked. She grabbed a towel and wiped her hands, then turned to look at Aria.

  Aria shrugged. “Just got a little emotional. It’s been too long since I’ve seen the kiddos and I didn’t realize how much I missed it. That’s all.”

  Marisa smiled. “I can tell you that they have missed you too. Joe wanted to know when his Aunt Ari was going to come here, so he could whoop your butt on the Wii.”

  Joe was five and definitely the most adventurous of the group. Aria laughed. “Well, it’s on like Donkey Kong.” She laughed, and her eyes lit up. Marisa tilted her head and surveyed her for a minute. It made Aria feel a little uncomfortable. “What?” Aria asked.

  “I don’t know but there seems to be something different about you.”

  Aria touched the corner of her eye and there was still a drop of tears resting on her eyelid. “Could it be because I was crying? That’s unlike me.”

  Marisa laughed. “You were emotional about seeing Jackie. I think that’s sweet and we’ll have to make you see the kids again soon. You know that I’m always looking for a babysitter.” That got Aria to laugh. “There just seems to be something different. There’s like a new light in your eyes that has been dim for way too long. How’s Devon?”

  Aria laughed and looked over at the food. “Isn’t the food done? I’m sure we can talk about that anytime. I don’t want the kids to starve and start eating each other.”

  Marisa laughed. “Believe me, they’ve tried.”

  She moved closer to the counter and removed the spaghetti from the stove. “But you’re right. It’s done. I’ll call everyone to supper.”

  Aria smiled. “I’ll do that.”. It would give her some time to make her escape and she’d take it. She had envisioned that she would talk about Devon that evening, but not before she even had time to think. She didn’t know how much she wanted to share with her friend, but she did know that by the end of the night she would have a conversation with her. She would burst if she didn’t hurry and tell someone.

  ARIA STOOD AT THE BOTTOM of the stairs and waved at Jackie, Joe, Jillian, and Jamie. They were eight, five, four, and two years old. Each one had a different personality and Aria enjoyed her dinner time visit with them, especially when Jillian excitedly talked about preschool. It made everyone at the table excited.

  Aria waited in the living room while Marisa and Paul put the kids to bed after dinner. As she sat there, she watched the time slowly ticking by. She didn’t know how long she would be waiting but she didn’t see Marisa again for forty-five minutes.

  Marisa breathed a sigh and fell back into a chair. “Sometimes it’s a marathon to get them all to s
leep”. She laughed. “Paul is upstairs finishing with Jamie.” She yawned and patted her stomach. “And soon we’ll have another one. But at least we’ll have a year before he tries to fight bed time.”

  Aria laughed. “Have you come up with a name yet?” she asked.

  “Paul, Jr.,” she responded.

  Aria’s jaw dropped. “All those J names and you’re finally going with Paul Jr?”

  Marisa chuckled. “Well, to be honest...when Joe was born, Paul wanted to name him after himself, but I put a stop to it. I had this thought that I wanted my kids to all have the same beginning initial. But now...does it really even matter?”

  Aria rolled her eyes, finding it interesting that on their fifth kid they were going to change things up. “Well, I’m happy for Paul,” she said, “but what about you, Marisa? You don’t want a kid named after you?”

  Marisa shook her head. “I don’t have the desire like he does. One thing I can tell you for sure is that I plan on this being our final kid. There will be no more surprises, I can guarantee you that.”

  “Is Paul going to get fixed?” Aria asked.

  “I thought I would have them tie my tubes before I leave the hospital. I’m just confident that I don’t want to have the Brady Bunch.”

  Aria smiled as she thought about it. She did know that if anyone could handle it, it was Marisa and Paul. “I hear ya,” she said, “but you two are great parents.”

  Marisa smiled. “Thanks, Ari. So, enough about me. Tell me about you. How are things going? Does that smile in your eyes mean that things with Devon couldn’t be better?” She was grinning, and Aria snickered. If Marisa wanted to know that badly, she would appease her. It wasn’t like she had anything to hide. She enjoyed being with Devon and she wanted to shout it from the rooftops.

  “Well, I have to admit that things with Devon are pretty great.”

  Marisa sat up straighter. “Oh? Do tell me more.”

  Aria chuckled. “He’s a great guy. Once you get to know him, it’s like you have known him your whole life. And...I know with great certainty that I have fallen in love with this guy.”