I look over the front of her almost naked body. The only thing I can’t see is her pussy. It’s covered by the smallest piece of black lace I have ever seen. My eyes move up over her narrow hips and flat stomach. I stop and look at her belly ring for a few seconds, a tiny pink stud. I smirk. She is all girl, and I love that about her.
My eyes continue their upward path to her breasts. They are full and perky with little soft pink nipples. I want to pull them into my mouth and suck on them until they harden. Her breasts are moving as she breathes heavy.
My eyes lock on hers, and she takes a few steps towards me. I can’t move. She has me hypnotized. Those green eyes are powerful. They have the power to control my every movement. And right now they are telling me to stay where I am.
She walks until she is only inches from me, and I bend my head down to look at her. She raises her small hands and places them under my shirt on my stomach. I flinch at the current they send through my body. I close my eyes and take in a deep breath. Fuck, how does she do this? Her touch alone makes me want to explode.
She moans, and I open my eyes to look down at her. “Slade,” she sighs, and I hiss in a breath through my teeth. Fuck.
I look in her eyes. “Yes, Angel,” I whisper. I’m afraid to speak any louder.
“I want you.”
Shit.
She lifts my shirt and puts her lips to my stomach. I groan in frustration. I want to wrap my hands in her hair, and force her to her knees as I pull my cock out for her to put it in that perfect mouth. I want her on the bed, fucking her while she screams my name. I want her to stop torturing me and remove her hands from my body.
I feel her wet tongue lick my stomach, and I tense. She kneels down, trailing her tongue down over my stomach. Her tongue stops right where my jeans start.
I can’t take it anymore.
I let go of the door and grab her by the hips, careful not to touch her side. I take her to the bed and lay her down, straddling her small hips.
“Yes,” she breaths. She arches her back and places her hands back on my chest.
I grab her hands, placing them above her head like last time. This is going to be different, though. I am only going to pleasure her.
“Slade.” She tries wiggling her hands free, but I hold tight.
I lean over and place my head in the crook of her neck. “What do you want, Angel?” I whisper in her ear. I feel her let out a puff of air, and I smile against her neck. I know she hates that I’m making her say it.
“You. Please.”
I lick my way down her neck to her collar bone while she wiggles underneath me, driving me madder than I already am. I pull both of her dainty wrists into one hand and glide my free hand down her body.
She gasps as I rip her panties off of her body, throwing them to the floor. I spread my legs wide, and lift my hips to reach my hand between us. I press a finger deep inside her; she is dripping wet.
“Fuck, Angel.” I start moving my finger in and out slowly. I want to drive her mad.
“Please,” she begs, lifting her hips up to me.
I add a second finger and continue working the slow pace. I bend my head down and bring a soft nipple into my mouth. I gently suck on it, then bite as it hardens and she cries out with pleasure.
“I need more. I need you,” she pants.
“Not going to happen, Angel,” I say against her chest. She starts to fight me, pulling against my hand and trying to get her hands free. “You can fight me all you want, Angel.” She tries wiggling her hips to get out from underneath me, but I push my weight down on her as my fingers pick up their pace, causing her to stop fighting me and give in. I suck, lick and nibble over her chest, neck and ears as my fingers work inside her until she tightens around me as she comes.
I slowly pull my fingers out and let go of her wrists. I place a hand on either side of her face, and lean down to kiss her lips. She doesn’t kiss me back. I don’t think she could if she wanted to. Her eyes are closed, her mouth is parted, and she is panting.
“Are you okay?” I ask as I place one hand over her slick chest to feel her racing heart.
“Yes,” she breathes. Her eyes are still shut, but she has a smile on her lips.
I lean down and kiss her forehead, then get up off the bed and go to the closet. I grab her one of my t-shirts and a pair of sweat pants. I walk back out to the bedroom. She’s still lying there with her hands above her head, but her breathing is normal.
I have to force myself to walk over to her, afraid I might snap and do what I really want to do. “Here are some clothes, Angel.” I don’t wait for a response. I turn and sprint to the bathroom. I need a cold shower.
Boy, that was fucking stupid. What happened to wanting to wait? Taking it slow? Not wanting to hurt her? I know my fingers were rough, but I was still pretty gentle. If I do what I have planned, it would hurt her right now, so it will just have to wait. No matter how much it fucking kills me.
After finishing up in the shower, I walk into the bedroom and see the she is no longer in there. I walk over to my dresser to get a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.
I’m so fucking horny.
I want her so badly, I can taste it. I’ve never gone this long without sex. I’ve fucked girls on the hoods of their cars and in a dressing room, without even knowing their name. Yet, here I am now with a girlfriend, and I still haven’t fucked her. I haven’t had sex in over three weeks, not since I laid eyes on her.
I throw on my clothes and head out of the bedroom to find her. Angel is sitting on the couch with a glass of wine. “What do you want to do tonight?” I ask as I walk into the living room.
“I don’t care,” she shrugs as she looks down at her wine glass.
“How about we watch a movie in the media room?” I go over to my stash of blankets and grab one for us.
“That sounds good.” She gets up and walks to the media room. She sets her wine glass on the small end table next to the couch and lays down, getting comfortable.
I squeeze in behind her and lay down, wrapping my arm over her stomach and pulling her back against me. I want her to know that I want her just as much as she wants me. I just want to give her body some more time. She wiggles her ass on my cock, and it instantly gets hard.
“Can I pick the movie?”
“Yes.” I don’t care what we watch as long as I can hold her.
Even if it is torture.
Fifteen minutes later, I realize that was a big mistake! I don’t do chick flicks. “Why are you crying?” I ask her as I lift her chin up to look at me.
“This movie is so sad.”
I wipe away a tear with my thumb. “Angel,’’ I smile down at her, “nothing sad has happened.” I chuckle. The previews had just finished.
She sniffs. “You’ll see,” then puts her head back down to watch the movie.
By the end of the movie, I realize why she was crying at the beginning. I have never watched a movie that sad in my life. If they are all that sad, I’m never going to watch another one. But it makes me think. Is this what love is about? Never giving up, no matter how hard it is? It’s not about just falling in love. It’s about falling in love every day, over and over again.
As the credits show on the screen, I kiss the top of her hair; it smells like strawberries. I look down and find her asleep, so I slide out from behind her, trying not to wake her. Once I’m standing, I lift her up and cradle her like a child. I love when I get to hold her like this. She has such a little body, but yet she makes me feel so powerful when she needs me.
She doesn’t make a sound as I slide my sweatpants down her legs. Poor thing, she must be exhausted. I undress and crawl in next to her, kissing her hair once again and pulling her body against mine.
*****
I wake up early to my alarm, and I open my eyes to the face I call Angel. Her hair is splayed out over her pillow and face, and I can’t help but take it in my fingers and push it back. She looks so peaceful, like a sleeping angel. Her
breathing is slow, and her face is relaxed as her eyelashes’ sit on her cheeks. With reluctance, I kiss her forehead and get up. Once I’m ready, I kiss her one last time before I head to the kitchen. I write her a note and leave it next to the key on the island.
Angel, you looked so peaceful sleeping this morning that I didn’t want to wake you. Yesterday, I had a key made for you. Make yourself at home, baby. I can’t wait to see you at lunch. I will be in court most of the morning, then I have a meeting right before lunch, but if you need anything just call my cell. I always have it on me.
xoxo yours
I enter my garage and look over to see her little sleek red 370Z parked next to my lifted truck, and I get a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. That car is not safe. I grab my truck keys that are hanging on the wall by the garage door and take them back to the kitchen. I set them on the note next to her house key and add a line to it.
Drive my truck today. That car of yours is not safe.
I take a deep breath, feeling better, and leave for work.
The day goes by quickly. It’s almost noon, and I’m in a meeting, when my secretary comes over the intercom.
“Mr. Long.”
“Yes?” I ask as I stand up, leaning over the conference table.
“There’s a Miss Hall here to see you.” She sounds surprised, which she should be. I never have women at the office.
“Thanks, Rose. Let her into my office. Tell her I’ll just be a minute.” I look up from the phone to five sets of eyes staring at me dumbfounded. Except for my father and Micah, who are smiling.
“Okay, that should cover the Williams case. Does anyone need me to e-mail them another copy?” I start piling papers together.
Only silence.
“What?” I stand up straighter.
“Um, who is Miss Hall?” Brandon asks.
I’m about to say it’s none of his business when I remember the Matt incident. They are going to be seeing her around the office, and I don’t want any of them hitting on her.
“She’s my girlfriend.” Everyone’s eyes bug out, including Micah and Dad’s. “So no one hit on her. Leave her alone. She’s mine!” There that should tell them. I grab my papers and walk out heading straight to my office.
I open the door to my office, and I stand in the doorway. She has her back to me, standing in front of the huge bay windows looking out over St. Louis. Fuck! She is breathtaking. Every time I see her, I have to remind myself to breathe.
I smile. “Hello, Angel.”
She turns; she has a plastic container in one hand and a Sonic sack in the other. She holds them out to me. “I made you lemon bars.”
The woman is amazing!
I walk over to her and kiss her forehead as I take the container and sack out of her hands. I open up the lemon bars first; they look mouthwatering delicious. I start digging in. “Mmm, these are fantastic,” I say over a mouthful. “Really, these are the best ever, Angel.” I swallow and take another bite.
God, the woman can bake.
Angel is staring at me with a pissy look on her face. I swallow the bite I was chewing then move them to the side of my desk. “Why do you look mad?” I ask cautiously.
I sit down and lean back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest. She comes and stands in front of me, leaning back against my desk and crossing her arms over her chest. She looks so fucking hot when she’s pissed off. I want to put my hands on her and kiss her as I feel her body relax into mine. I feel in control when she goes from pissed to wanting me. I like to turn the tables on her.
“One,” she holds up a finger, “You told me to quit driving my car.”
I raise an eyebrow. I suspected that was going to be a problem.
“Two,” she holds up another finger, “You didn’t wake me up last night. Three,” another finger goes up, “You didn’t wake me this morning.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to wake you.” I sit up, uncross my arms, and place my hands on her narrow hips, looking up at her.
“I wanted to fix you breakfast before you went off to work,” she pouts.
I stand up and look down at her, placing my hands on either side of her face, “I grabbed something from the lounge once I got here, Angel.”
She frowns. “That’s not the point. The point is that I wanted to cook you breakfast. Then I wanted to give you a good bye kiss as I told you to have a good day at the office.”
I chuckle, she is too cute. I lean down, and my lips brush hers. “Your lips are so soft.” I don’t know if it’s her lipstick, or just her natural skin that keeps them so soft, but I love it.
She reaches around pulling me closer to her. My cock is so hard, it’s making my balls ache. I don’t know how much longer I can wait to have her.
She must have been reading my mind because she pushes on my chest, guiding me back down to my chair. I go willingly. I sit down while she goes down on her knees. Fuck! I watch her as she undoes my button on my slacks, then she lowers the zipper. Her eyes never leave mine as she pulls my already hard cock out and slowly strokes me.
She gives me a wicked smile. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
I smile back. She’s trying to turn my own game around on me. Well, she needs to realize I’ve been playing it a lot longer than she has. She gasps as I grip one hand painfully in her hair. I know she loves that, and I love the sounds she makes when I do it.
“I want you to put your hands behind your back and suck my cock. Hard!” Her hand gets tighter around my cock as she continues stroking it. I get lost in the feel of her soft small hand wrapped around me and the look of pure lust in her eyes. I got so lost that I forgot I had told her what I wanted.
I grip her hair even harder, and pull her head back as she whimpers and a gasp comes out of that perfect mouth. I look down at her breasts; her nipples are hard, poking through her shirt. I hold her head so far back that her face is looking up to the ceiling. I can’t help but run my other hand up and down her exposed neck. I feel her swallow hard.
“Now,” I command as I release her neck.
Without another word, she releases my cock and places both hands behind her back. I bring her head down as she opens her mouth to take me in. “Fuck!” Her hot mouth feels so good wrapped around my cock. She’s like a drug, and I’m addicted. She always leaves me anxious for the next high. Every high is better than the last.
She teases, sucks, and licks in all the right places. I tighten my hold in her hair. “Deeper,” I growl. She complies, causing me to lose my breath. I lean my head back, and thrust my hips as she continued to take all of me. I let up on her hair, but don’t let go. She slows the rhythm, and starts to pull away. I open my eyes and look down at her. She’s looking up at me through those long dark eyelashes. She sucks up the length of me. Her mouth opens wider, and her tongue darts out to circle my head.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
She moans and slowly takes me in her mouth burying my cock deep inside her throat. I can’t take it any longer.
“I’m going to come,” I pant. I feel my release when she pulls me all the way to the back of her throat. She keeps her eyes open and trained on mine while she swallows every bit of me as I come in her mouth. She sits back on her heels and licks her lips slowly as she closes her eyes. It’s the most erotic thing I have ever experienced.
I keep my hands tangled in her hair and pull her up to me. I smash my lips to hers, kissing her. My kiss is hard and full of want. She slows the kiss down, and pulls back from me with a small smile on her face. I release her hair and run my hands up her thighs. I am going to have her right now. Our first time is going to be in my office, on my desk, on the floor, in my chair. It didn’t fucking matter where as long as I had her. All I need is a few minutes and I’ll be ready to take her.
“Mr. Long?” Rose comes through my intercom.
“Yes?” I say with a clenched jaw.
“You have a call on line two. A Mr. Black.”
I sigh as I lean my head on her ch
est. I feel her hand playing in my hair. It feels so unbelievably good when she touches me.
“I’m going to go to the store and then go to your house to make the cake for tonight,” she whispers.
I lean back and stand pulling her body close to mine.
“Thanks for bringing me lunch, Angel.” I can’t take my eyes off of hers, they look so soft and happy.
“Anytime.” She smiles. “I’ll see you back at your house, baby.” She kisses my lips then walks to the door.
“Angel?”
She looks back to me. “Did you drive my truck?”
A slow and sexy smile plays on her face. “Nope.” She turns around and walks out of my office, shutting the door behind her.
I zip up my pants and fall back into my chair. That was the best lunch I had ever taken, and we obviously need to have a talk about her driving my truck.
*****
SAMANTHA
I walk into Slade’s house and place the two bottles of Barefoot Moscato I purchased in his fridge, then get to work on baking the cake. All I can think about is what we did in his office today. I had never wanted to pleasure a man the way I want to pleasure Slade. I can’t get enough of him. The words he speaks, as if he can’t contain what he is thinking when my hands or mouth are on him. The way his body reacts to what I’m doing to him. He can’t hold back with me. And I love it. He makes me wet with want in a way I have never known.
I keep thinking I don’t do the same for him, though. I mean, I feel as if he wants me when he kisses me and puts his hands on me, but I don’t know why he won’t actually have sex with me. I shake my head, trying to clear my mind. I’ll worry about that later.
*****
When I wake up from my nap, Slade is sleeping beside me. I quietly slip out of bed, and head to the bathroom to get ready. Once I have my heels on, I go to wake Slade up when I hear his phone buzz. I don’t think he’ll mind if I answer it. I pull the phone out of his pocket, and notice it’s a text message from someone named Jessica. Isn’t that the chick he was with the first time I called him?
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