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“Yes. I’m fine. After I left you, I just didn’t sleep well.”
My hand slid down to his check then cupped his jaw. “But you feel ok?”
He nodded as I noticed all eyes were on us. I leaned in to whisper. “I think we need to be prepared for TJ to know…to possibly react given that we have onlookers.”
His lips curled up, and as his desperate look subsided, a desire took its place.
“It’s lunch time,” I said. “Do you take a lunch? I sort of have a surprise.”
His expression came alive and his eyebrows shot up. “For me?”
Excited, I bobbed my head and a soft chuckle escaped his throat. “Lead the way.”
Biting down on my bottom lip and taking control, I took hold of his hand as we walked…if we were going to do this…let’s do it. There was no resistance on his part, and his fingers intertwined with mine.
Back at my house, he stepped into my living room and my eyes scanned the room right along with his. So many things—put in place. Found a new home. No longer visible. Even though it was daylight, I’d lit a few candles for a homier smell—a pumpkin spice penetrated the room reminding me of Thanksgiving.
“An-na.”
My lips arched upward. I knew my name was two syllables, but hearing his slow pronunciation pulled at something deeper.
“Putting Jack’s things away were brutal.” Another cleansing breath.
“I can’t imagine,” he whispered and wound his arms around me from behind. Laying my head back on his shoulder, he held me closer. “Are you handling it ok?”
I squeezed his hands that were crossed in front of me and slowly nodded my head. “It’s called moving on. Moving forward. And no one said it would be easy.”
“I’m proud of you if that makes a difference,” he said nuzzling near my ear, his smell inundating me.
Those words made a huge difference, and my heart swelled as his hold on me tightened.
“Kiss me,” I whispered, longing for his lips on mine.
The passionate feeling he provoked inside of me was one I never wanted to live without now. Loving Michael came easy. I was the doctor and he was the pharmacist…we were supposed to get married after three years of dating. But with Adam…a raw, sensitive need was born in me that I never knew existed. I loved the way he made me feel. When I was around him, I was captivated by his strength and his physique—the thought of him wanting me made me feel all woman. A desired woman.
His coarse, calloused hands scraped over my cheeks and roughly into my hair, tugging it gently to angle my neck upward. And when our eyes met, his mouth covered mine fully, his tongue lightly licking over the seam of my mouth. Accepting his invitation, I allowed him full access as his tongue swept inside finding mine.
BEEEEEEEEP! The timer in the kitchen went off slowing our kiss.
“That’s your lunch,” I whispered, rubbing my nose along his chin.
“I’d rather have you.”
My insides clenched with those four words, and without thinking, I fell to my knees and began unfastening his jeans—the bulge beneath the surface spoke truth to his words.
I panted, unable to catch my breath as his eyes watched every unskillful move I made.
“Anna.”
He tried to lift me beneath my arms, a real fear visible in his eyes.
“Don’t,” I said softly, freeing him from beneath his boxer briefs and running my tongue along his tip. A small groan shot up his throat. Then I took his length as far as my throat would allow—realizing he was not just bigger around but longer too, and I remember thinking Michael was big. I’d only ever done this with Michael, and being a 31-year-old woman, I couldn’t believe the anxiety in my gut over giving a blowjob right.
Yet when the hiss slid out between his teeth, I knew I was doing something dead-on. With one hand, he held my hair back out of the way as his other hand caressed my cheek.
When I looked up at him through hooded, desired filled eyes, his were focused solely on my mouth. With
My hand slid down to his check then cupped his jaw. “But you feel ok?”
He nodded as I noticed all eyes were on us. I leaned in to whisper. “I think we need to be prepared for TJ to know…to possibly react given that we have onlookers.”
His lips curled up, and as his desperate look subsided, a desire took its place.
“It’s lunch time,” I said. “Do you take a lunch? I sort of have a surprise.”
His expression came alive and his eyebrows shot up. “For me?”
Excited, I bobbed my head and a soft chuckle escaped his throat. “Lead the way.”
Biting down on my bottom lip and taking control, I took hold of his hand as we walked…if we were going to do this…let’s do it. There was no resistance on his part, and his fingers intertwined with mine.
Back at my house, he stepped into my living room and my eyes scanned the room right along with his. So many things—put in place. Found a new home. No longer visible. Even though it was daylight, I’d lit a few candles for a homier smell—a pumpkin spice penetrated the room reminding me of Thanksgiving.
“An-na.”
My lips arched upward. I knew my name was two syllables, but hearing his slow pronunciation pulled at something deeper.
“Putting Jack’s things away were brutal.” Another cleansing breath.
“I can’t imagine,” he whispered and wound his arms around me from behind. Laying my head back on his shoulder, he held me closer. “Are you handling it ok?”
I squeezed his hands that were crossed in front of me and slowly nodded my head. “It’s called moving on. Moving forward. And no one said it would be easy.”
“I’m proud of you if that makes a difference,” he said nuzzling near my ear, his smell inundating me.
Those words made a huge difference, and my heart swelled as his hold on me tightened.
“Kiss me,” I whispered, longing for his lips on mine.
The passionate feeling he provoked inside of me was one I never wanted to live without now. Loving Michael came easy. I was the doctor and he was the pharmacist…we were supposed to get married after three years of dating. But with Adam…a raw, sensitive need was born in me that I never knew existed. I loved the way he made me feel. When I was around him, I was captivated by his strength and his physique—the thought of him wanting me made me feel all woman. A desired woman.
His coarse, calloused hands scraped over my cheeks and roughly into my hair, tugging it gently to angle my neck upward. And when our eyes met, his mouth covered mine fully, his tongue lightly licking over the seam of my mouth. Accepting his invitation, I allowed him full access as his tongue swept inside finding mine.
BEEEEEEEEP! The timer in the kitchen went off slowing our kiss.
“That’s your lunch,” I whispered, rubbing my nose along his chin.
“I’d rather have you.”
My insides clenched with those four words, and without thinking, I fell to my knees and began unfastening his jeans—the bulge beneath the surface spoke truth to his words.
I panted, unable to catch my breath as his eyes watched every unskillful move I made.
“Anna.”
He tried to lift me beneath my arms, a real fear visible in his eyes.
“Don’t,” I said softly, freeing him from beneath his boxer briefs and running my tongue along his tip. A small groan shot up his throat. Then I took his length as far as my throat would allow—realizing he was not just bigger around but longer too, and I remember thinking Michael was big. I’d only ever done this with Michael, and being a 31-year-old woman, I couldn’t believe the anxiety in my gut over giving a blowjob right.
Yet when the hiss slid out between his teeth, I knew I was doing something dead-on. With one hand, he held my hair back out of the way as his other hand caressed my cheek.
When I looked up at him through hooded, desired filled eyes, his were focused solely on my mouth. With
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