YOURS TRULY

by Bella Grant

  Diana caressed his cheek softly, and he mirrored the gesture, their lust unabated, just quieted while they experienced what Diana knew was love even though she wouldn’t allow the word to escape her heart and enter her mind. She leaned her cheek into his palm, sighing, and he bent to take her lips again. The kiss was slower, deeper, and with more than just lust collected in their movements.

  As the kiss deepened, however, the lust roared back to the forefront, and their hands fought with the barrier of clothes, wanting to touch flesh rather than cloth. Travis pulled her away from the wall and removed her shirt as she yanked at the buttons on his, tearing two of them completely off. Neither heard the clattering as they hit the wall, then the floor.

  Just as she imagined, his chest was much more sculpted than it had been five years before, and his arms were thick, though not unattractively so. His stomach was flat, his abs like a movie star’s, and the V leading down to his cock was well-defined and looked in need of a good licking.

  Diana dropped to her knees, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and pulled them down slowly so that his pubic area, shaved as if he’d known what the night would bring, was revealed an inch at a time. She leaned forward and followed one side of the V with her tongue until his cock was in view. With a sigh of remembrance, she wrapped a hand around it and used the other on his ass to pull him closer.

  “Diana…” he moaned, and she glanced up at him. His eyes watched her, and his mouth was opened slightly as he stared into her eyes.

  “Travis.” Her voice was low and husky, and while her eyes remained on his, she slipped her tongue out of her mouth and licked the tip of his cock, relishing the salty taste of the pre-cum. “Mmmm.”

  Travis’ head fell back, and she turned her focus to his cock. She sucked the head into her mouth, the girth so round her fingers didn’t touch when she grasped it. The length was impressive too, and she hadn’t been with a man as well-endowed as Travis. She let her throat relax and sat back on her haunches so her face was slightly tilted up, then let him sink into the back of her throat. He grunted and jerked his head down to see what she was doing, so she let him watch the second time she did it.

  “Goddamn,” he mumbled, and she caressed his balls when she did it a third time. His body jerked hard, and he pulled out of her mouth and shuffled away from her, his pants trapped around his thighs. He was breathing hard when he said, “Goddamn! I almost came.”

  “If you come now, you’ll rejuvenate and be ready for a second round quickly,” she said as she reached behind her and undid her bra, letting it fall to the ground. “One of my favorite things about you.”

  Travis was shaking his head as he stared at her breasts. He lifted his eyes to hers and said, “No. I want to be inside you when I finish.”

  Diana nodded and asked saucily, “Do I undress myself, or will you do it for me?”

  He gulped and stripped himself of his shoes, socks, pants, and underwear before closing the distance between him. She had wanted to stare at him, but he hadn’t given her time. He pulled her into the living room and guided her to the couch, but he didn’t let her sit. He lavished attention on her breasts, suckling and nipping her nipples. She let her head fall back and put her hands on his head to hold him in place. His hands, which had been resting on her waist, moved to her pants and unbuttoned them. He slipped the zipper down and put his hands inside near her ass so he could shuck them off her.

  She kicked out of her heels, thankful she’d worn them instead of boots, and he helped her out of her jeans. In only her lacy panties, she stared at him as he stared at her. He was perfection, a god, and a moment of self-consciousness touched her mind until she saw the hunger in his eyes. He was hungry for her, he wanted her, and she would let him have every inch.

  “You are stunning,” he whispered, and with a sweep of his hand, he gestured for her to sit on the couch. Diana sat gingerly, and he knelt in front of her. When he spread her legs, he sniffed and sighed. “Your scent is the same. I love your scent. And your taste.”

  He ran a finger down her, from clit to opening, and she shuddered when he sucked her juice off the tip of his finger. He smiled predatorily and whispered, “You are already so wet. So tasty. Naughty girl.”

  “Yes. And what do you give naughty girls?” she asked, playing his game as the idea of his ‘punishment’ for her instigated a wave of desire.

  “Tongue first, fingers second, cock last,” Travis told her.

  “I dare you then.”

  She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down towards her pussy, dying to feel any part of him against her. He chuckled, and his breath washing over her moistness tightened every muscle in her body. She whispered his name as his tongue darted out and flicked her clit hard, and the whisper became a cry. He covered her with his mouth and sucked her clit inside, letting his tongue flick against it, then sucking on it hard so she couldn’t get used to any sensation.

  “Please,” she hissed as her head fell back against the couch. “Please, Travis. Make me scream.”

  Without lifting his head, he chuckled, and the thrumming nearly drove her to orgasm. As he continued to play with her clit, he circled her opening with is finger but didn’t insert it. Whimpering, she adjusted her hips and lifted them, trying to force his finger inside, but he withdrew and sat up.

  “Now, now, Diana,” he rebuked playfully, wiggling his wet finger at her.

  Diana could see her wetness glistening on his chin, so she grabbed him behind the neck and yanked him to her for a kiss. Their lips met, and her tongue slipped into his mouth to taste herself on his. She ended the kiss to lick his chin clean, and he growled against her lips.

  “Make. Me. Scream,” she ordered slowly, releasing only after he nodded, agreeing to her demand. She fell back again and opened her legs, staring into his eyes as he ran her fingers through her pussy and licked them.

  “Goddamn,” he breathed as he lowered his head to her.

  As promised, he sucked her clit into his mouth at the same time he pushed two fingers into her hot pussy. Diana cried out as her pussy immediately clenched hard around them, and when he jerked his fingers upward to touch her G-spot, he sucked her clit simultaneously. Her scream echoed through his house as the climax, the strongest she’d had since they’d parted, crashed over her and stole her breath and mind.

  “Travis! Yes!” she cried as she grabbed his hair and yanked him up to kiss her. Her pussy tasted slightly different after an orgasm, and she relished licking it off him.

  Rather than pull him into her, she pushed him away and stood. She attacked his lips with hers as she placed her hands on his hips and turned them in a circle so his back was to the couch. With a sexy smile, she let her hands drift to his chest and stomach, caressing his hard flesh. She nibbled his nipples as her hand slipped to his hard cock and played with the head using the pre-cum seeping out of the tip. She tickled the sensitive underside of the tip, and he hissed her name.

  With a smirk, she lifted her hands back to his chest and shoved, and, off balance, he fell backwards on the couch with a grunt, staring up at her with wide eyes. His lips lifted slowly into a grin when she straddled him and settled on his thighs, her breasts even with his mouth. She kissed his mouth hard as she gripped his cock again, although she made no move to climb on him. He reached between her thighs and twitched his fingers against her opening, though their position prevented him from insertion.

  Diana squirmed on his lap, giggling as she grabbed his hands and placed them on her tits. He squeezed and used the leverage to lift her so her pussy hovered over his hard cock. With a smile, she stared into his eyes as she guided him into her pussy, lowering her body slowly. Her head fell back as he entered her, a moan escaping her lips as he filled her. He removed his hands from her tits and dropped them to her hips, and when she started bouncing on him, he helped her establish a rhythm that would drive them both to climax.

  Diana put her hands on his shoulders to balance and increased the speed of her thrusts, tak
ing his cock in to its hilt. Travis’ grip on her hips would leave little bruises on her skin, but she didn’t care. Her pussy, the sensations caused by his tongue and teeth on her nipples, prevented any feeling but sexual elation rocking through her. As her orgasm approached, she began tossing her head back and forth, saying his name again and again, and Travis, as if he knew, began thrusting upward to meet her downward movements.

  Diana grabbed the back of the couch for leverage and fought to move faster and harder. Travis, who was forced to sit back against the couch, fingered her clit and pinched her nipple as she bounced on him, his eyes never leaving her face.

  “Look at me, Diana,” he ordered, and when their eyes met, she felt an explosion in her chest that erupted at the same time as her orgasm.

  She screamed, and Travis yelled her name. They both closed their eyes as the pleasurably painful orgasms rendered them incapable of rational thought or speech. His hands held her tight against him, and she grabbed his head and pulled him to her breasts as they shuddered together in their mutual, dream-fulfilling gratification.

  As their orgasms began to subside, she fell against him, panting, their sweaty bodies sliding slickly together, and Travis wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back gently to soothe her. As if I need soothing, she thought slowly, her mind still in a haze.

  She sat up and looked at him, smiling down at his handsome, dazed face. “I haven’t felt this good in five or six years.”

  “Not since the last time we fucked,” Travis agreed. A slow smile crossed his face as he shifted, his cock hardening again inside her. “And I haven’t been able to finish and revitalize this quickly since you, either.”

  “Are you saying it’s already time for round two?” she asked, smirking as she clenched her muscles around his cock and felt it harden more.

  “If you do that again, I’ll come before we can do anything other than sit here,” Travis warned, eliciting a giggle from Diana.

  She climbed off him and held out a hand. “Take me to your bedroom.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he replied, rising and taking her hand to lead her upstairs.

  Chapter 11

  The next two weeks were perfect for Diana. She and Travis saw each other regularly, almost every day, and when they were together, they inevitably fell into each other’s arms. Sometimes they made love, sometimes they had sex, but more often than not, they fucked like horny newlyweds. Only once had they discussed protection, and she assured him she was practically psychotic about her birth control regimen. Both were clean as far as any STDs, and the subject of condoms was dropped.

  Cameron had noticed a change in Diana the Monday after their first night and had teased her mercilessly about it since. He had wrangled a promise out of her to meet him and Ronnie for drinks soon, and she was actually looking forward to Travis meeting the couple. They were hilariously inappropriate, which Travis would love, and he’d fall right in with them and be best buds before an hour had passed.

  Alyssa, on the other hand, hadn’t spoken with her much since she and Travis had decided to continue dating. When Diana called her, she wouldn’t answer, and texting with her elicited short, usually monosyllabic replies. After the second refusal of happy hour drinks, Diana had thrown a fit over voicemail, and Alyssa had sent her a text saying they could meet that afternoon, assuming Diana didn’t have “other plans.” Diana’s lips thinned at her spitefulness and decided they were having a coming-to-Jesus discussion at happy hour.

  “What is that face?” Cameron asked as he stepped up to her desk, holding a host of folders that looked like a new case. Diana smoothed the scowl off her face and smiled, which must have looked more like a grimace. “That’s worse. Frown at me again.”

  Diana chuckled, shaking her head. “Shut up. Alyssa is being weird, and I assume it’s because I’m dating Travis again.”

  “Don’t let that bitch make you feel guilty for being happy,” Cameron ordered, his sudden seriousness surprising her. He pointed at her. “This is the happiest I’ve seen you since you started working for me.”

  With a sigh, Diana had to agree. “I know, you’re right. I just wish she and Travis would get along. They hated each other when we were together before.”

  “Yes, you’ve told me, and I think he’s right,” Cameron said. He propped a hip on her desk and asked, “May I be perfectly candid with you?”

  “Always,” Diana answered, though his serious tone and expression concerned her.

  “Alyssa is toxic.” He stated his opinion boldly and without excuse, as any lawyer would.

  “I think toxic is a little harsh, don’t you?”

  “Not at all. Let me explain,” Cameron said, rising to stand in his lawyer pose. “She makes snide comments to you and about you, which drives Ronnie and me crazy. And worse, she abrasively rude to people.”

  Diana frowned, automatic denial and defense of her friend leaping to her tongue, but Cameron held up a finger. “Today while you’re at happy hour with her, pay attention to the way she speaks to you and to others.”

  “I’ll pay attention, but I don’t think she’s that bad,” Diana murmured, though her mind was sifting through their last few talks. Not one positive sentence had left Alyssa’s mouth.

  “I’m obviously not telling you to dump your friend. I would never presume,” Cameron said, putting his hand on his chest. “I just want you to be happy. Alyssa doesn’t make you happy. Travis does.”

  A smile flitted across her face, then broadened as she let Alyssa slip away and Travis take her place. “I love spending time with him. I wish we had been smart enough to fix our marriage instead of end it.”

  “Ah, well, that’s the way of the world these days. Divorce is easier than trying counselling and whatnot,” Cameron replied sagely. He smiled down at her. “If Travis is who you’re supposed to be with, you’ll know it.”

  Diana clenched her teeth and made what she called an oh-crap face. “I’m pretty sure I’m in love with him again.”

  Cameron laughed. “I’m pretty sure you never stopped loving him. You just had to discover it again.”

  “It’s like we never parted,” she confided, putting her chin in her hands like a lovesick girl.

  After patting her on the head, he said, “Okay, sweetie, time to get your head out of the clouds. We’ve got work to do.”

  Diana sat up, ready for the challenge of a new case. “Awesome! I’ve been getting bored filing and getting coffee.”

  “You’ve been doing more than that,” Cameron said with a huff.

  Diana waved dismissively and reached for the files. “So, what kind of case is it?”

  “Sexual harassment in the workplace.”

  “Oh.” Diana’s voice revealed her displeasure with the idea of handling a case of that nature. “I didn’t know you took cases like this.”

  “I usually don’t, but the woman being accused is a friend of mine from law school,” Cameron told her as he carefully handed her the files.

  “A woman is being accused?” she asked, shock in the high pitch of her voice.

  “Yep. And this goes a little deeper into the controversial,” Cameron commented. “Our client is gay, though she’s been hiding it. I had no idea!”

  “You didn’t know?”

  “Not an inkling. She wanted a partnership with a specific law firm in Dallas, but the partners were conservative. So she hid her sexuality,” Cameron said with a shrug.

  “Doesn’t seem worth it to me,” Diana noted, lifting the top file cover to glance at the picture of the accused. “Karen Prosper. She’s pretty.” She glanced up at Cameron and asked, “So what’s the accusation?”

  “One of the lawyers, a man, claims she promotes attractive women over men even if they aren’t doing equal work.”

  “That sounds a little hard to prove,” Diana observed.

  “Not really, but I have to prove it hasn’t been happening.”

  “That doesn’t really sound like sexual harassment, though.” The question was
obvious in her tone.

  “This man also claims he walked in on Karen with one of the women who was promoted above him in a compromising position,” Cameron continued. “If that’s true, and his lawyer can get the woman to testify, Karen’s screwed.”

  “What does Karen say?”

  “She says there isn’t a scrap of truth to any of it,” Cameron said, staring out the window.

  Diana narrowed her eyes. “You don’t believe her?”

  “Well, I have some digging to do, but we were pals in law school,” he stated, returning his gaze to Diana’s. “Studied together, hung out together, and celebrated graduating together. Then she went to Dallas and I came here. I haven’t seen her in months.”

  “I hear a but,” Diana prompted.

  “Yeah, a big but,” he replied, and they chuckled at the pun. “I think she’s lying about something.”

  “Well, that’s not good. You can’t help her if she’s lying.”

  “As a lawyer, she knows that, so you and I will have some serious research to do.” He winked at her. “But don’t worry, I won’t interrupt your Travis time.”

  Diana laughed as she grabbed her work iPad to start a list of the people they would need to research and talk to as well as any questions she had over the files. Cameron, she knew, had done his read-through the night before, and once she finished, they would compare notes so he could begin preparing his case.

  “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t let you,” she told him. “I’ll get started on this now and work through lunch.”

  “I’ll have something delivered,” he told her as he headed back to his office. He stopped in the doorway and looked back at her. “I know I don’t have to say this, but I have to say this. No discussing the case outside of this office.”

  “No problem,” Diana called, giving him the thumbs up. When she’d first started working for him, his repeating that statement had irritated her. However, she learned through the firing of another assistant who had gabbed to a friend who happened to be a reporter that the statement was a CYA for Cameron. The woman the assistant had worked for had also gotten in trouble for not warning her, even though a clause in their contracts stated it plainly.