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with my tongue and becoming even wetter in my crotch, deeply aroused by his words. He lay on top of me, put his hands on either side of my face, and ran his tongue over my quivering skin. Sacha didn’t have a massive physique. The first time I met him I’d thought he was built like a swimmer, but there, with my eyes half closed, I could admire his bulging muscles and virile torso, his powerful arms and the lines of his veins, which throbbed along his neck. He was even more handsome during sex. Completely raw – pure force.
When his head disappeared between my legs, I relaxed completely and let myself go slack like a rag doll. He teased my clitoris with the tip of his tongue so skilfully that I was overcome by orgasm before he had even penetrated me. But when his erection entered my intimacy, every fibre of my most personal muscles exploded in waves of pleasure.
– You’re so good, he moaned. Tight and lubricated, just right…
– I do my best, I replied between spasms.
He quieted me by kissing me with astonishing gentleness – a contrast with his thrusting. Once again, the union of our two bodies was perfect. We were in tune with each other, our pleasure escalating at the same rate. I even felt his ejaculation fill my belly just as a second orgasm drained me of energy. He slumped onto me, without crushing or pressing on me, while he got his breath back. I caressed his hair, scarcely feeling that I had just gone through something so fierce. He got up and grabbed our two bathrobes.
– Come on, go and get ready quickly if you don’t want to get into trouble. We’re leaving for the office in twenty minutes. I’ll make some coffee and toast while you take a shower.
I had spent another night with Sacha! I wanted to sing and dance and lay all my doubts to rest. Sacha. My Sacha. My man. I was roused by a slap on the butt, Sacha was watching me sternly.
– Come on, stop fantasising. This is no time for daydreams. Go and have a shower… You’ll find some clothes on the bed.
I turned round as Sacha disappeared into what must have been the kitchen and I noticed an overhead staircase made of aluminium and glass. This vast apartment had more than one floor.
As on the previous day, we spent much of the day holed up in the meeting room on the management floor of Goodman & Brown. The action plan for the forthcoming merger required a lot of preparatory work. I worked hard, took notes, prepared the files requested by Mr Dufresne and drafted summaries of the cases we had concluded in France and in Europe. The Asian market, which I had done a lot of work on in Paris over the last two years, was often at the heart of the discussions.
Sacha remained very professional all day, not giving anything away about our night together. The brunette was no longer around – a great relief which added a bit more sunshine to a day which already seemed perfect in every respect, or almost. I had rarely felt this self-assured in my life. In fact, I was bursting with confidence and felt particularly comfortable with everyone present; the night I had spent with the man leading the whole meeting made me feel even more self-assured.
But as the day progressed I couldn’t stop doubts rising up, insidiously, deep within me. What I had believed this morning to be professionalism became a much more uncertain feeling in the afternoon. Somewhere between indifference and ignorance? Something like that. Sacha and Richard Brown lunched alone with Mr Dufresne and Arnaud, while the rest of us employees ate together. I obviously hadn’t been expecting him to roll out the red carpet, and I would have been incredibly embarrassed if he had made any inappropriate comments or gestures, especially after what Arnaud had inferred the previous day. But nevertheless, a quick glance, a smile, surely that wouldn’t have hurt him. But there was nothing. It was as if I didn’t exist…
Was he ashamed? And apparently I was so 'good'. Yeah... just so long as no one
When his head disappeared between my legs, I relaxed completely and let myself go slack like a rag doll. He teased my clitoris with the tip of his tongue so skilfully that I was overcome by orgasm before he had even penetrated me. But when his erection entered my intimacy, every fibre of my most personal muscles exploded in waves of pleasure.
– You’re so good, he moaned. Tight and lubricated, just right…
– I do my best, I replied between spasms.
He quieted me by kissing me with astonishing gentleness – a contrast with his thrusting. Once again, the union of our two bodies was perfect. We were in tune with each other, our pleasure escalating at the same rate. I even felt his ejaculation fill my belly just as a second orgasm drained me of energy. He slumped onto me, without crushing or pressing on me, while he got his breath back. I caressed his hair, scarcely feeling that I had just gone through something so fierce. He got up and grabbed our two bathrobes.
– Come on, go and get ready quickly if you don’t want to get into trouble. We’re leaving for the office in twenty minutes. I’ll make some coffee and toast while you take a shower.
I had spent another night with Sacha! I wanted to sing and dance and lay all my doubts to rest. Sacha. My Sacha. My man. I was roused by a slap on the butt, Sacha was watching me sternly.
– Come on, stop fantasising. This is no time for daydreams. Go and have a shower… You’ll find some clothes on the bed.
I turned round as Sacha disappeared into what must have been the kitchen and I noticed an overhead staircase made of aluminium and glass. This vast apartment had more than one floor.
As on the previous day, we spent much of the day holed up in the meeting room on the management floor of Goodman & Brown. The action plan for the forthcoming merger required a lot of preparatory work. I worked hard, took notes, prepared the files requested by Mr Dufresne and drafted summaries of the cases we had concluded in France and in Europe. The Asian market, which I had done a lot of work on in Paris over the last two years, was often at the heart of the discussions.
Sacha remained very professional all day, not giving anything away about our night together. The brunette was no longer around – a great relief which added a bit more sunshine to a day which already seemed perfect in every respect, or almost. I had rarely felt this self-assured in my life. In fact, I was bursting with confidence and felt particularly comfortable with everyone present; the night I had spent with the man leading the whole meeting made me feel even more self-assured.
But as the day progressed I couldn’t stop doubts rising up, insidiously, deep within me. What I had believed this morning to be professionalism became a much more uncertain feeling in the afternoon. Somewhere between indifference and ignorance? Something like that. Sacha and Richard Brown lunched alone with Mr Dufresne and Arnaud, while the rest of us employees ate together. I obviously hadn’t been expecting him to roll out the red carpet, and I would have been incredibly embarrassed if he had made any inappropriate comments or gestures, especially after what Arnaud had inferred the previous day. But nevertheless, a quick glance, a smile, surely that wouldn’t have hurt him. But there was nothing. It was as if I didn’t exist…
Was he ashamed? And apparently I was so 'good'. Yeah... just so long as no one
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