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think about
this, I may end it, and right now, that is the last thing I want to do. I’m
still curious though.
I place my heels back on the ground and look up at
him waiting for an answer. He drops to his knees in front of me; his hands on
my hips. He looks up at me when he responds.
“Six months. I’ve wanted you for six long fucking
months. The first time I saw you I knew I had to have you.” He starts to trail
kisses all over my stomach.
Huh?
His lips feel so good against my skin.
“Where did you see me? Here at The Cove ?” I ask as he starts
lowering each stocking, one at time. I don’t want to ruin the mood, but I need
to know this. Why has he never said anything to me? Why have I never seen him?
I would remember meeting Nick.
Right?
I should probably be creeped out by him admitting
he’s been watching me for six months, but I’m not.
“No, my office.” He starts kissing the top of my
left thigh, moving up to my hipbone, and then across my belly.
I wrack my brain trying to think where, but I’ve
been in lots of offices in the last six months. Now, he’s kissing down the
other side until he reaches my right thigh. I lose my train of thought. Those
damn lips of his. I run my finger through his hair. His hair is soft and feels
like silk gliding through my fingers. I tug softly.
“Woman, you are going to be the fucking end of
me,” he says, hooking his thumbs into my panties, pulling them down. I step out
and he tosses them off to the side.
He stands and I pop the button on his pants open,
sliding the zipper down. I push his pants to the floor. They pool around his
ankles, he steps out of them while pulling me closer to him.
I take a moment to eye him from top to bottom. He
has an array of tattoos I didn’t expect. From the top of his right shoulder all
the way down to his forearm, there is a wide chain cutting through flesh
wrapped around. It almost looks like it’s holding him back, but from what I do
not know. His left arm has even more ink. It’s almost a whole sleeve starting
from his shoulder and stopping right past his elbow. There is small black script
written across his left rib cage that says, ‘What’s past is prologue’. If this
was any other scenario, I might laugh at the William Shakespeare quote, but
it’s not, so I move my eyes along to take in the rest of him. His torso is hard
and muscular. His muscles ripple down his stomach. He has that ever-so-glorious
“V” shape going down into his boxer shorts that turns a woman’s mind to mush.
There is more ink peeping out. It’s colorful and I can’t wait to see it. Nick
reminds me of a beautiful piece of artwork standing before me.
His lips come down, landing on my neck and
blocking my view of the rest of his body. I lean my head back to give him
better access. My back arches, bowing into him for a second time tonight. He has
one hand on my butt and the other covering the back of my bra. Nick unhooks my strapless
bra and tosses it to the side. Moving his hand from the center of my back up to
the back of my neck, they then find their way into my hair. His hair tugging is
slightly more aggressive than when I did it to him, but I like it. He moves his
lips to my collarbone, continuing kissing my skin, tasting me, as if he can’t
get enough. He tightens his hold on my hair, forcing my head further back and I
bite down on my bottom lip.
This…him…it feels incredible.
He releases my hair, pushing me backwards until I
feel the bed touch the back of my calves. I sit on the mattress looking down at
his boxer briefs. The bulge he had earlier has increased in size. My eyes widen
as he hooks his thumbs in the waistband pushing them down. His cock springs
free and it’s large. Larger than any other I’ve ever taken. Not that I’ve taken
a lot. I’ve only been with two other men sexually, one of which I don’t ever
want to think about. Especially right now.
He sees the concern on my face and smiles. “I’ll
take it
this, I may end it, and right now, that is the last thing I want to do. I’m
still curious though.
I place my heels back on the ground and look up at
him waiting for an answer. He drops to his knees in front of me; his hands on
my hips. He looks up at me when he responds.
“Six months. I’ve wanted you for six long fucking
months. The first time I saw you I knew I had to have you.” He starts to trail
kisses all over my stomach.
Huh?
His lips feel so good against my skin.
“Where did you see me? Here at The Cove ?” I ask as he starts
lowering each stocking, one at time. I don’t want to ruin the mood, but I need
to know this. Why has he never said anything to me? Why have I never seen him?
I would remember meeting Nick.
Right?
I should probably be creeped out by him admitting
he’s been watching me for six months, but I’m not.
“No, my office.” He starts kissing the top of my
left thigh, moving up to my hipbone, and then across my belly.
I wrack my brain trying to think where, but I’ve
been in lots of offices in the last six months. Now, he’s kissing down the
other side until he reaches my right thigh. I lose my train of thought. Those
damn lips of his. I run my finger through his hair. His hair is soft and feels
like silk gliding through my fingers. I tug softly.
“Woman, you are going to be the fucking end of
me,” he says, hooking his thumbs into my panties, pulling them down. I step out
and he tosses them off to the side.
He stands and I pop the button on his pants open,
sliding the zipper down. I push his pants to the floor. They pool around his
ankles, he steps out of them while pulling me closer to him.
I take a moment to eye him from top to bottom. He
has an array of tattoos I didn’t expect. From the top of his right shoulder all
the way down to his forearm, there is a wide chain cutting through flesh
wrapped around. It almost looks like it’s holding him back, but from what I do
not know. His left arm has even more ink. It’s almost a whole sleeve starting
from his shoulder and stopping right past his elbow. There is small black script
written across his left rib cage that says, ‘What’s past is prologue’. If this
was any other scenario, I might laugh at the William Shakespeare quote, but
it’s not, so I move my eyes along to take in the rest of him. His torso is hard
and muscular. His muscles ripple down his stomach. He has that ever-so-glorious
“V” shape going down into his boxer shorts that turns a woman’s mind to mush.
There is more ink peeping out. It’s colorful and I can’t wait to see it. Nick
reminds me of a beautiful piece of artwork standing before me.
His lips come down, landing on my neck and
blocking my view of the rest of his body. I lean my head back to give him
better access. My back arches, bowing into him for a second time tonight. He has
one hand on my butt and the other covering the back of my bra. Nick unhooks my strapless
bra and tosses it to the side. Moving his hand from the center of my back up to
the back of my neck, they then find their way into my hair. His hair tugging is
slightly more aggressive than when I did it to him, but I like it. He moves his
lips to my collarbone, continuing kissing my skin, tasting me, as if he can’t
get enough. He tightens his hold on my hair, forcing my head further back and I
bite down on my bottom lip.
This…him…it feels incredible.
He releases my hair, pushing me backwards until I
feel the bed touch the back of my calves. I sit on the mattress looking down at
his boxer briefs. The bulge he had earlier has increased in size. My eyes widen
as he hooks his thumbs in the waistband pushing them down. His cock springs
free and it’s large. Larger than any other I’ve ever taken. Not that I’ve taken
a lot. I’ve only been with two other men sexually, one of which I don’t ever
want to think about. Especially right now.
He sees the concern on my face and smiles. “I’ll
take it
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