His hand goes around my waist. I sit on his lap and he does one of the most romantic things in my mind to ever happen to me. He feeds me, all the while whispering in my ear what he’s going to do to me, how I make him feel when he’s inside me. He loves the way I taste and my unique sweet flavor when he eats me out. Constantly kissing me, leaving little dots of kisses on the side of my face and neck. Pulling down my robe he placing light kisses on my shoulder and along my collarbone.
By the time he’s finished feeding me, we end up in a wet sloppy kiss dry humping each other. I have about a million condoms but when I need one the most, where is it? In the bedroom. We stumble out of the kitchen, headed toward the bedroom peeling off what we have on falling back onto the bed. He opens the drawer, puts on the condom, not breaking our kiss. Lining himself up at my entrance pulling my knees over his arms. Right when I think he’s finally going to enter my body filling me with all of him, he breaks the kiss leaving me and himself breathing hard and turned on.
“Out of curiosity, not that it matters, it doesn’t. How many men have you been with?”
“Is this a prerequisite for us having sex? Because it’s way too late.”
“Absolutely not.”
“In that case, enough to know my way around a dick and not to answer that question.”
He smiles down at me. “Enough said.” He glides in to me opening me up to uncountable pleasure.
I lay next to him my hand on his chest watching him sleep. I wanted him and he’s here. I kiss the side of his rib, gently smoothing my hand over his chest so as not to wake him. Why has he always been the one? Why haven’t I wanted a man as much as I wanted him? The only answer I have is he’s Christopher Reed, there’s not another man like him. As of tonight, I know I’ve made the right choice. From when I decided way back when and I didn’t have enough sense to know what a good man was to set my cap on Christopher Reed.
Nothing like a Tuesday morning sex hangover. Aches in all the right places, a few in the wrong. I’m going to be a mess today. Three hours of sleep and body aches. I told him I was one hundred percent but that still doesn’t mean I shouldn’t take it easy and not overexert myself. I’m still in the recovery stage. Lyme disease is kick ass, no joke. Thank god, my case wasn’t at a point where it was more severe. It was caught fairly early.
If it wasn’t for Chris making the appointment for me with Dr. Graham, it would have gotten worse. I owe him for not dismissing me and what I was going through. If I can get him to stick around for the long haul... the rest of our lives, I’ll show him how grateful I am every day, and most importantly, nights.
Leaning over him, one knee by his hip, I nuzzle my nose against his ear. “Hey, sleepy head. Wake up.” He opens one eye moving it up and down scanning me. I kiss his closed lid saying, “Wake up.”
“I am. Why are you dressed hiding those shapely long legs I want wrapped around me, with your sexy ass riding me?”
“You are tempting me to play hooky from work today. Don’t make me set a bad example for my employees.”
His eyes stray down to my open cardigan, the swell of cleavage spilling out of the matching black camisole with a touch of lace. “I wouldn’t talk you out of it. I love the sight in front of me. Nothing better than twin peaks in the morning.” With a wicked smile, he pulls down my top and bra over my left breast exposing my nipple in an offering to himself. I bite my lips feeling the flutter at the bottom of my stomach seeing the tent rising high under the sheet. “Breakfast in bed, I love it. Come here, let me get a taste of what you brought for me.”
“I can’t. If I do, I’m going to be late.” But I can’t resist.
Moistening my lip, I grab his hand climbing on top of him and swing my leg over him. Sitting on his erection I rock back and forth not doing myself any good with all my clothes on. A bit of teasing, nothing more. I just want to get him off and get a little relief for the fire he’s stoked in me. “I have to go to do inventory before I open.”
He palms my full breasts pulling my bra and the entire front of my shirt under my breast. Pulling and tugging at my erect nipples. I moan, “Mmm...” whimpering when he pinches hard grinding his cock between my legs into my wet crotch, making my underwear stick to me. “You’re the boss, they’ll excuse you if you’re late. They’ll be happy to know you were coming in on a high note.”
Taking one hand away from my needy aching breast he slaps my ass, pushing my breast forward to feed into his mouth scorching my flesh, pulling and sucking me in with swirls of his tongue. “Oh, god, Chris. Yes,” I say grinding down hard and fast. Head thrown back rubbing and ridding, back arched going after my release, his hand kneading my ass, tongue frantically lick slapping at my pebbled hard nipples. “Yes. Don’t stop. So fucking good.”
“Goddamn, I love your fucking body, it’s like being wrapped up in heaven and sin. Ride me baby-ride me. So fucking wet, I can feel you through your pants. Let go, let go,” he pants. Come on me, come.” Flexing his hips, he thrusts against me as far as my restricted clothes will allow, digging both of his hands into my ass, wringing out pleasure and pain between my thighs.
He squeezes, holding on tight while sucking hard, increasing pressure on my swelling tortured breast. I think I’m losing my mind. Cradling the back of his head keeping him fixed to my breast, bed shaking between labored breaths, incoherent sounds of licking, wet sucking, I explode screaming, “Yes, Chris, yes, oh yes!”
He says my name as I continue to rock on his cock feeling the unmistakable warmth of his hot come shoot between my legs. “My god I’ve never had an orgasm like that, fully clothed,” I say between heavy breaths meeting his eyes. Both of us recovering from a mind-blowing orgasm my clothes were no match for.
“All you, you’re fucking beautiful when you come.” He swipes his thumbs against my sensitive nipples making me groan. “These are just as beautiful.”
“Stop that.” I chastise playfully pushing his hand down to my thighs. “See what you did? Now I have to change my pants.”
It was well worth it. I’m going to be beat before lunch but I don’t mind. I’ll rest when I come home and take a few breaks during the day. I’m not telling Chris this, though. I don’t want to ruin the mood of a great orgasm with guilt and worrying. I’ll be fine. All I need is a little rest.
Kneading my ass and rocking me he grumbles with pleasure, “I’ve never been fully clothed having an orgasm so strong. You’re amazing. I’m not sorry, it was well worth the trouble you’re going to have to go through.”
“Hey,” I say raising up and pushing down on his most treasured body part making him wince.
He smiles and I giggle scampering off in my uncomfortable wet underwear to change from the waist down. I clean myself up and come back with new pants. He’s sitting in the middle of the bed with the dry side of the sheet over his waist and thighs. Damn, he looks good. Makes me want to skip work and spend the day having wild no frills raw sex.
He looks at my pants. “I see you found another pair to match your top. You should lower the top mid nipple, it would give the outfit a hypnotically tantalizing new look only you could carry off. We’ll call it new fashion; your ripe lush body would set the standard.”
Amused I sit on the side of the bed brushing his hand away when he tries to touch me. “Don’t you dare. You already made me late. And flattery will get you everywhere, except for me in this bed and between my legs.”
He pouts saying, “Buzz kill.” Making my lips twitch.
“I’m sorry I’m leaving early. I have inventory and stock and countless other things to do.”
He snatches my hand off the bed before I can pull it away placing it on his stomach. And I want to stay with washboard abs. This is why I tried not to touch him. He’s hard to resist. I raise my eyebrow shaking my head no, but he sets my mind at ease.
“I’m not going to try anything. I just want to feel your hands on me. I like it when you touch me.”
Ditto! I like it both ways.
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��I’m going to leave my key with the doorman. I believe I know you well enough not clean out my apartment, selling all my stuff on Craiglist by the time I return.”
“You never know anyone as well as you think you do.” He cocks his head to the side.
I lean in closer to his face. “You could be right but I know you well enough to know the sex between my legs will keep you right.”
“I do admit it is powerful.” He nods.” Almost as powerful as the strong pull of your lips.” We laugh and my phone buzzes.
I look down and it’s a message from Cat. She’s up early with Jace. “It’s Cat, Jace and her are doing morning exercise. I’ll call her back later. She’s going to want to know who I went out with last night.” I watch his face to see any change or uneasiness. He doesn’t give away a thing. So I’m the only way I know how to be, straightforward. “We’re going to keep this between us?”
He says with a deadpan expression, “Sex? I hope so. I would hate to think you’re having sex with some other man.”
I squeeze his abs, “You know what I mean. Do you want to keep this a secret between us?” I shrug. “We only went out on one date.”
He holds my face with his other hand, meeting me eye to eye. All trace of light playfulness gone. “We are not a secret. I would hate to keep something and someone so beautiful a secret.”
It hasn’t happened before but with those words he melts my heart. Turning me into a sentimental mush of a love-sick woman.
Ava
“Hey, Emma, could you make a quick run to pick up a package for me?”
“Sure, Ava.”
“I’ll send you over in a cab and back. I’m sorry, normally I wouldn’t ask, you’re not my go for girl.” I lean against the cashier’s counter with my most apologetic look.
“It’s not a problem, I don’t mind. I need the fresh air, it’s good for my lungs. New York fresh air is invigorating especially with all the studying I’ve been doing cooped up in my apartment.”
Who does she think she’s fooling? New York fresh air? She’s amusing. “Thanks for being nice, Emma. Not feeling so hot today, otherwise I wouldn’t ask.”
“Ava...”
“Yes?”
“I thought you were getting better? I thought you were past all this once your treatment was over? You’re not going to go back to the way you were, are you? I don’t mean to pry and you can tell me to mind my own business which you have all right to,” she rambles on in her shy Emma way. “It’s just that even though you were trying to act like you were fine, Maya and I could tell something was wrong...” I wait for her to finish what she wants to say. Like always, she needs a minute to work out what she’s trying to say. “I don’t want you to be sick or in pain, you’re so nice...to me.”
Stepping around the counter, I put my hand on her shoulders. I hold my head down to look at her until she raises her head giving me the eye contact we discussed when she’s speaking to anyone. She’s learning. I can see little specks of confidence more in her every day. “Emma, it’s nice you’re concerned about me, I’m fine. I promise. Everyone has their not so good days. Today is mine. You want to know how great I am, though?”
“Okay,” she says brightening up.
“I had an unbelievable mind blowing date last night with a man I see myself falling for, irrevocably as hard as the largest oak tree in the land, shaking everything around it to its roots. See how well I’m doing?” She nods her head and I pat her arm moving back in front of the counter smiling. Now, if I could only be as certain he feels the same.
“I’m happy for you, Ava.”
“So am I. I unashamedly left a happy, magnificently naked, aroused man in my bed this morning.”
She stands still as a flag pole turning red as an apple, eyes glued to the floor. “I’m happy for you, Ava.” I press my lips together suppressing a smile as she rushes pass me grabbing her bag from under the counter.
I yell to her retreating back, “You forgot the taxi fare.”
She waves her hand in the air and in her high pitch squeaky voice, “Don’t worry, I’ll get it when I come back.”
Maya snickers stepping behind the counter. “Why did you do that to her? You know how she gets. She probably won’t be back till it’s time to close.”
“It’s hard to censor myself when I’m use to saying whatever the hell I want. She’ll learn to deal with my wild ways. Before she would have ran to the back of the store and stayed for thirty minutes before she could speak to me. She getting better, I predict she’ll make it in this city, after all.”
“I agree, she’s loosening up.”
I take a deep breath and exhale walking away. “I’ll be in my office if you need me.”
“Kay. By the way, how’s your cousin, the one who likes his coffee strong?”
“Still off limits to all of my employees. For their sanity and mine.”
I hear her grumbling underneath her breath, “Blocker.”
“I heard that! You’ll thank me.”
“That’s what you say, he looked like he could make me happy for a night.”
“I’m sure he would. The problem isn’t the night. It’s what happens after the night is over.” I close my door and plop down in my plush chair behind my desk reclining it back. Kicking off my shoes I thank god for the day I decided to have a custom-built chair. Laying back I stifle a yawn. My eye lids close shutting out the light as I drift off feeling the slight aching effects of last night on my body.
The phone rings and I jump out of my sleep grabbing it to stop the ringing. “Hello,” I say in a harsh whisper waking out of my sleep fog.
“Am I disturbing you, beauty?” His voice sends a rush of warmth through me making me smile.
“Not at all. Your voice is exactly what I need to hear. Don’t tell me you miss me already, it’s been what-”
“Four hours thirteen minutes twenty-five seconds since I had your beautiful body wrapped around me. And I can’t wait to be buried inside of all of your rapturous never ending beauty again.”
What the hell? He has knocked the breath out of me again. Stolen the words out of my mouth with his words. Words for me, I was not expecting. Much like this morning, this is a first for me. I’ve been complimented many times. But this is different. This is Christopher Reed the boy, the man who couldn’t stay far enough away from me saying these beautiful things, to me. Well damn.
“You know if you’re not careful you might mess around and have a girl falling in love with you against her will.”
“I’m not scared or I should say, scurred.”
I smile remembering the day I said that to him. He was with Sage and things were much different between us. “You sure about that?”
“I’m fully prepared to let whatever happens happen. I come to you with an open mind and an open heart, Ms. Ava Alexander. The question is, are you ready and prepared for what happens?”
Damn, I’m free falling. “We’ll see.”
“You can do better than that. I’m willing to take the ride of my life with you. Now that you’ve convinced me and I’ve let my preconceived notions of what we would be, go. Are you prepared for what comes next? I need to know before I fully invest myself.”
He’s serious. This is what I wanted and I’m getting it but it’s unexpected. He’s turned the tables on me. I really didn’t think ahead this far so fast. For some reason unknown to me, it has my heart jumping a beat. My mind reaching for answers to his questions making me uneasy. First question crossing my mind is should I let all my guards down for him so soon? Is he over Sage? Is his secret late night phone call with her a regular habit? He didn’t tell me he was talking to her, therefore it’s a secret. Am I ready to deal with what happens if I’m the rebound? Dammit, this is what I wanted. All I have to do is take it...
His low sexy voice a caress through the phone plucks me from the multitude of questions my mind conjures up. “What’s your answer, beauty? I’m waiting for you now and only you?”
I’m a
n all or nothing gal. I’ve never backed down before or been scared to take a chance. Fuck it, I’m all in.
“Open mind and open heart. I’m fully prepared. Put your seat belt on Mr. Reed, wouldn’t want you to be ejected before the ride is over. There is no guarantees once you get on this ride. Some will say it’s death defying.”
His low rumble of laughter trickles through my ears. “I have no doubt they do. Don’t worry, I can handle myself. I have a steady hand and firm grasp.” I know he does. “How’s your day going?”
“It’s rounding out nicely with your call. How about yours?
“I have nothing to complain about. My morning started out with a bang I won’t soon forget. It’ll keep me on a high the entire day. There’s only one problem...
“Which is?”
“It won’t last past six o’clock. I’m going to need a willing participant to recharge me.”
“I’m sure your morning activity was worthy of a lifetime high. I can however help you with your problem. I’m skilled in the area of making things rise on command. My expertise is unsurpassed. Why don’t we say you make a house call around eight o’clock tonight?”
“Perfect. See you at eight.”
I’m beat. I step into the elevator of my building with my jacket slung over my arm. I punch the button closing the door and take my heels off. Hardly any sleep last night and a pick-up in customers at the end of the day. A puff of air could knock me clear across the room on to my bed, if I make it there.
It’s seven minutes after seven. I can get a quick thirty minute nap and take a quick shower before he gets here for eight. Plaster a coat of makeup on and do a few tricks from my old pageant days to not look half as tired as I feel.
If it was anyone else, I’d tell them to go home and take a rain check but I got this. My man, my man! Is coming over. I can’t believe I’m saying those words. He’s mine. I step off the elevator on to my floor tired, head down but smiling at the thought of me and my man. Half way to my door I hold my head up and see my man. Casually leaning against my door with an irresistible smile and what I would describe as the perfect pink and yellow rose in his hand. Aww, Perfect.
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