Answering her request, he tilted his head and sealed their mouths together. Tiffany feasted as his tongue entered her. Tongues twisted and dueled in and out of one another’s mouths.
His arms wrapped around her, warm, comforting and strong. In one swift movement, he lifted her and slid her across the back of the chair. Her hips pressed against the top of the chair.
Their lips broke apart, and the sound of their heavy breathing filled the room.
“Come home with me,” he requested.
Her body was on fire. She panted with need. Her feet dangled above the floor as the top of the chair dug into her midsection. “I don’t think I can wait that long.”
The question in Trevor’s eyes was evident as she pushed away from him and off the chair. Stepping backwards, she never broke eye contact with him as she reached the door and locked it.
Trevor stood up out of the chair. “Are you sure?”
Tiffany’s eyes dropped to the significant bulge at the crotch of his vintage jeans, her nether lips began to pulse with expectation. “I think we both are.”
“Come here,” Trevor commanded.
Tiffany obeyed eagerly. She moved forward, grabbed a fistful of her sweatshirt and yanked it over her head, tossing it on the back of the chair.
~ML~
Hot, damn! His knees went weak, his mouth salivated and his body began to tremble. The sight of the sheer pink bra cupping Tiffany’s breasts almost undid him. Her chocolate kiss nipples fought against the restraining material, begging for release.
Snap. Tiffany stood before him, opening the button of her jeans.
Trevor’s eyes traveled down the supple flesh of her belly and followed her zipper as her hand orchestrated the release of each metal tooth. He dropped to his knees in front of her and pulled off her shoes. As the denim slid down her legs, he tugged them the remainder of the way until she was able to step out of them. Beautiful and sexy. He touched her calves, then glided his hand up the silky smooth skin of her legs. He grasped her hips, moved her body forward, placing a kiss on her lower abdomen above the top seam of her matching panties.
Tangy, moist heat. Trevor inhaled Tiffany’s arousal. “I’m starving for you, baby.” His hard shaft flexed against the constraints of his belt. He physically adjusted, shifting his manhood to a more comfortable position.
He dragged his tongue across the edge of the scant material, tasting her flesh from hip to hip. “Ahh…” Trevor could feel Tiffany’s body begin to tremble against his tongue. Backtracking his path, he circled her navel, then dipped inside it and removed her underwear from her body and discarded them on the floor.
“Trevor, I need you,” she said shakily.
Leaning back, he looked at her face. Her lips were slightly parted. The sound of her breathing, soft, rhythmic, matched the rise and fall of her chest.
“You’re going to get me.” Trevor gave her a slight push, causing her body to land in the plush leather chair.
Her eyes opened wide with surprise. A broad smile of anticipation played on her lips.
Kiss swollen lips, full and sexy.
Trevor looked at Tiffany, capturing her gaze as he approached the chair. He grabbed her by the waist sliding her bottom close to the edge of the seat. Moving his hands down her thighs, he parted them. Still staring deep into her eyes and smiling seductively, he lifted her legs to the arms of the chair.
No longer denying himself, Trevor feasted his eyes on the vision of Tiffany’s glistening sex. Like a piece of ripe fruit, Tiffany was ready to be eaten. His heart raced with excitement, and his engorged shaft stretched to an almost painful length.
He used his thumbs to open the swollen lips at the apex of her thighs. “Hmm, I want to indulge myself in you. Like my own personal Chai latte. Rich and spicy with lots of cream.”
She gasped. Tiffany asked between strained breaths, “Who could think of coffee at a time like this?”
Leaning in, he tasted the spicy nectar of her desire. “Ah-ha…slippery wet silk.”
Excitement overtook him as his tongue flicked, stroked and glided through the cream of her arousal. Masterfully, he slid it around the inside crease, circling the aching bud, purposely not touching it.
Tiffany’s hips undulated toward his attentive tongue, as shudders of pleasure caused her thighs and belly to flinch.
“Trevor, pleeease…,” she said like a stage whisper in an erotic play: husky, low and sexy.
Answering her request, he captured her firm nub in his mouth, pulling it between his lips and suckling it.
He recognized the fierce bouncing of Tiffany’s legs. Her moans were raspy and muffled, as if something kept it from coming out clearly.
Trevor refused to look up, nothing was more important than Tiffany reaching her peak.
He knew what to do to take her there. Inserting two fingers inside her warm center, Trevor tilted them at just the right angle to touch her G-spot. The precise movement of his fingers accompanied by a few twirls and flecks of his tongue catapulted Tiffany into an orgasm.
“Hmm, sweet honey.”
Tiffany snatched the sweatshirt down from the top of the chair. Stifled cries came out as her body shook when her climax engulfed her.
As the final quakes erupted from Tiffany’s body, Trevor freed his member, sliding his jeans to mid-thigh. One last sample of her sweetness, then Trevor looked up and pulled the sweatshirt away from Tiffany’s face.
Wasting no time, he leaned back onto the floor. He gave way to the weakness in his legs and hauled Tiffany down to straddle his lap.
“Ride me, baby.”
Tiffany gripped his throbbing erection with her soft hand. The plush carpet was rough in comparison as it crushed under the weight of his bare buttocks.
Feeling her stroke him from base to tip, Trevor blew out a forceful breath trying to keep himself from getting lost in the thrill.
Tiffany slid the tip of his shaft over her wet core. Trevor groaned.
She guided his manhood to her hot center, and with one swift plunge, Trevor found himself embedded deep in Tiffany’s tight, moist heat. His neck arched and his toes curled in his shoes.
“Oh, baby.” Breathless and rough, Trevor didn’t recognize his own voice.
He squeezed her hips as she began to raise and lower herself on his hard member. He found himself mesmerized by the bounce and sway of her firm breasts. Gliding his hands up her back, he leaned her forward, capturing one of her taut nipples in his mouth. Refusing to lose the deep penetration, Trevor bent his knees and lifted his hips, driving himself into the snug seat of Tiffany’s desire.
His beautiful wife dipped her back and tipped her hips in the air, availing them both to the ultimate stimulation.
Their scent permeated the air. Breathing became ragged. They moved in unison, pushing and bucking against each other, moving toward the goal of completion.
His mouth released her breasts, allowing her to sit up and take command of their speed.
Tiffany rode him hard.
Sweet ecstasy, Trevor thought as he observed the lovely sight of his wife. “Touch yourself, baby.” Trevor’s request came out on panting breaths. He was moving with a building force toward his own orgasm.
Without question, Tiffany moved her hand between her legs.
Trevor delighted in the view of his wife pleasing herself. Her eyes slid closed, lips parted in a perfect ‘O’, and her rhythm became choppy as her progress headed for her second climax.
Captivating. His wife’s hand continued to manipulate her own enjoyment, her finger coated and glistening with her own juices.
Unable to take much more, Trevor gripped her hips. Rotating and gyrating, he drove his shaft into Tiffany.
When Tiffany’s body convulsed and squeezed him into passion’s grip, Trevor was powerless to stop his own release.
~ML~
Tiffany lay prone on top of his chest while his hands caressed her back as the air cooled the light sheen of sweat on their bodies.
Her heart beat in rhythm with his, slowing down to its normal pace.
“Your father probably needs to use his office sometime today.”
“Possibly.” Tiffany rested her elbow on his chest, propping her chin in her hand. “You think they heard us?” The beginnings of a coy smile twitched at the corner of her mouth.
Beaming a confident smile at her, his hand toyed with the wayward strands of hair that had come loose during their interlude. “Not me…but I’m sure they heard you the second time you climaxed.”
With no blush or shame, Tiffany playfully smacked his bare arm. “Ha-ha, very funny.”
“It’s true. Now we need to get dressed and move this party to my house.” Trevor swatted her on the butt.
“Ouch.” Tiffany laughed. She ground her pelvis against his stirring manhood. “I’ll agree, since I know you’re up to the task.”
Trevor lifted her away from him, before he was tempted to go for another round. The governor would never get his office back if they started again. “That I am.”
He kissed her soundly on the mouth and stepped away from her. It took him a few deep breaths and several adjustments to get his pants zipped over his hardening shaft. While Tiffany made quick work of putting on her scattered clothes, he cracked open one of the windows and allowed the crisp breeze to air out the office, removing the subtle scent of their coupling.
Trevor walked over to her, holding his hand out. “Ready?”
“Yup.” Tiffany took it and smiled.
Trevor squeezed her hand and led the way out of the office.
Wallace was the first person they saw, seated on the steps beside the office with a legal size yellow tablet on his lap.
As if nothing was suspect about them locked behind closed doors for over an hour, Tiffany said, “Hello, Wallace.”
“Mrs. Wayne. Mr. Wayne,” he replied without pausing, inclining his head to both of them.
Guess the right hand has been briefed, Trevor thought.
“Where’s my father?”
Wallace stood with tablet and pen in hand. “He went to bed over an hour ago. I’ll wake him in another hour. Anything I can assist you two with?”
“No. Just tell my dad I’ll call him later.” She never broke eye contact with Trevor. “Make that, late this evening.”
“Will do.”
Looking over Tiffany’s shoulder, Trevor was impressed at Wallace’s constant poker face.
Looking directly into Wallace’s eyes, so he understood his meaning, Trevor said, “Thanks.”
Wallace gave one single nod of confirmation. “You’re welcome.”
As he and Tiffany left, Trevor had no doubt Wallace understood his gratitude for standing guard at the office door, making sure he and Tiffany remained undisturbed. Trevor wondered if the governor had put him up to it.
Eighteen
Tiffany moved away from her vanity, having added the last touch to her make-up, a chocolate tinted nude lip-gloss. She was ready for Heritage’s celebration party to welcome Computer Bytes. Today, she tolerated the spa staff as they buffed, plucked, polished, scented and brazilianized her all for this moment. Walking over to her cheval mirror by her closet, she checked the finished product.
Trevor’s a computer whiz and business owner. The thought still caused little flutters of excitement and awe to float around her stomach.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Tiffany was delighted. The new black cocktail dress looked incredible on her, just like the saleswoman had proclaimed. The fitted bodice with horizontal sections of material hugged her stomach and hips, enhancing her curves. The halter topped dress tied behind her neck and dipped into a V between her breasts, doing a fabulous job of accentuating them. A drop-waist, full chiffon skirt with handkerchief hemline ending above her knees, finished it off.
It was the end of fall. The slight chill of winter’s approach nipped in the air, but Tiffany braved the night with bare legs and a pair of open-toe, black sandal heels with straps that went up her calves. Roman style. She had bought them on a whim six months ago, never bold enough to wear them. They didn’t “fit” in her father’s world, but they did in her and Trevor’s.
A small black Piquet handbag completed her ensemble. Inside, it contained her car keys, slim two-fold wallet, a tube of lipstick and a pair of underwear. Just in case they went to Trevor’s condominium instead of her house.
Nodding in approval, spiral curls swung and bounced around her head. She’d spent half of her Saturday at the spa and beauty salon, allowing herself to be pampered for the night’s events.
“I look good,” giving herself accolades, she grabbed a wrap and headed out the door.
~ML~
“Trevor!” Tim Patterson greeted him at the entrance with a handshake and a brisk pat on the back. “Welcome and congratulations once again.”
Trevor took a quick look around at the thirty or so people scattered throughout the hotel ballroom Heritage had booked for the celebration. There was no sight of Tiffany or her father yet. Giving Patterson his full attention, Trevor smiled and returned the handshake. “Thank you.”
Trevor and Tim made rounds through the party, making introductions between the Computer Bytes crew and the Heritage staff.
After about forty minutes of mingling and cocktails, the band began to play more upbeat music, and people started migrating to the dance floor. Trevor finally had a lull in his evening and took the time to scan the room with single-minded determination—to find Tiffany.
He spotted her coming from the coatroom. She looked sensational. Her dress was purely erotic. The uneven hem around her knees gave flirtatious peeps of her thighs as she walked.
Sassy curls surrounded her head, keeping her hair off her shoulders, allowing a clear view of her back. Trevor held vivid thoughts of Tiffany and the dress for later that night. His fantasy included her leaving her shoes on.
“Yeah, erotic as hell,” Trevor mumbled to himself.
Her father walked in behind her. Seeing Tim, the Governor spoke briefly to Tiffany then kissed her on the cheek and walked away to his long time friend.
Perfect, Trevor thought as he approached her. It had only been hours since he'd crawled from between the sheets with her, and he wanted her again.
“Hello,” Trevor said in a suave way that used to make a room full of women scream.
Tiffany pivoted toward him, the smile on her face breathtaking. “Hi, ba—”
“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced, but my name is Trevor Wayne,” Trevor cut in.
Her eyes lit up with understanding of the game. “I’m Tiffany Selina. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Wayne.” Extending her hand to him, she gave him a sweet smile, the one she gave the loyal party voters.
Trevor’s grasp of it was gentle. “Trevor. I know who you are, Ms. Selina. I’ve admired you many times in the news standing proudly beside your father.”
Tiffany was subtle as she slipped her hand from his, continuing her role. “Tiffany. That’s very kind of you, Trevor.”
“Tiffany,” he paused allowing her name to settle on his tongue, “may I ask you a question?”
“Maybe.” She tilted her head, curls dangling. “It depends.” She paused for effect, adding, “Trevor.”
“On what may I ask?”
“Whether it’s personal or not.”
A low chuckle slipped past his lips. “Only slightly. Working with your father so diligently, do you ever get any time for yourself?”
A coy smile played on her lips. “Yes, Mr. Lew—”
“Trevor.”
“Trevor.” She paused again for impact, licking her lips.
Heat spread into the crotch of his pants. Trevor watched her chest rise and fall as she inhaled.
“I do,” she finished.
“Could I be lucky enough that this is one of those times?” Trevor dropped his voice, allowing his words to touch her like a caress. “Tiffany.”
“You’re in luck,” she said breathlessly.
“Then may I have this dance?” He held his hand out once again to her.
Tiffany placed her hand in his and allowed him to lead her as Jamie Foxx’s
Unpredictable invited them to the dance floor.
Trevor found them a space among the other celebrators. He was impressed with Tiffany, who moved fluidly.
Her hips swayed, arms swung, shoulders shimmied, legs shuffled and feet stepped.
Tiffany didn’t miss a beat of the music. Just like in the bedroom, her moves accompanied his well.
Trevor danced alongside her, executing a few moves that allowed him to whisper in her ear. “You can invite a sister to the White House, but you can’t take the sistah out of her.”
Eyes bright, her smile widened on her face, Tiffany tossed her head back and laughed.
~ML~
“Hi, sweetheart.” The governor kissed Tiffany on the cheek when she and Trevor approached him at the end of the night. “So did you enjoy yourself, Trevor?”
Between work and being with Trevor, she hadn’t had time to speak privately with her father all week. After their conversation earlier in the week, she had no reason to think he had a problem with them, but she wanted to be sure. Tiffany watched her father. This was the first time he had witnessed her and Trevor together as a couple.
“Immensely, sir. My team and I are excited about the contract, and by the end of the month, we’ll have assessed Heritage’s system and business structure and be ready to roll.”
Trevor wrapped his arm around her waist, and she turned her body into his. She was no longer afraid to show the world how she felt about him.
“That’s great.” Her father gave them a smile of approval. “I’m glad to see the two of you have worked things out.”
She looked at the man she loved, pride radiating in her smile. “So am I, Daddy.”
“Are the two of you heading out?”
“Yes, sir. Looks like a good time; things seem to be winding down.”
“We’ll see you on Sunday for dinner, Dad.” Tiffany stepped out of her cocoon with Trevor and embraced her father. “Thanks, Dad.” She placed a kiss on his cheek
Her father gave her a bear hug, like he had when she was younger and needed his support. “You’re welcome, Tiff-bug.”
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