And I want to eat every bite.
Then there’s her body. Don’t get me fucking started on this woman’s body. Yes, she is younger but that’s not why I find her irresistible. I honestly prefer my women to be mature. And she is. But her shape has me speechless. From the swell of her breasts to the curve of her ass.
Jesus fucking Christ that ass…
Noah is right. It doesn’t quit.
I pump my hand again, my hand sliding up and down, over the tip and back to the base. No matter how tight I grip though, it’s nothing like her pussy. Soft and warm and wet and trembling as I ground in and out of her, harder and harder, filling her up. And speaking of filling up…
“Fuck, baby girl…” I moan, widening my stance to support the weight of my shaking muscles as I imagine myself inside of her again.
I need to be inside of her again…
I’ll never forget the way she spread open for me, knees on the floor, ass in the air, her perfect pink pussy mine for the taking, dripping in anticipation.
A low groan escapes me from deep inside as I pump harder and faster. I brace my hand on the wall, my other hand working to pull the cum from my body like she did.
Though nothing will ever compare.
So, I think of her face, her lips in a perfect O, chin trembling and her back arching and her breath fogging up the glass overlooking sin city as we committed sins of our own.
The orgasm rips through me and I nearly come to my knees on the shower floor.
I run my hands through my hair and reach for the soap, wondering how the fuck I am going to survive if she says no.
And even more so if she says yes.
I walk into my office and stop.
I’ve been amping myself all morning for the possibility of seeing Amanda again, knowing full well there was a chance she wouldn’t come back into work today and I’d have to make do with an email declining my offer and asking for a divorce.
Side note– what the hell is my life right now?
But I don’t receive an email. And I don’t have time to prepare myself for running into Amanda. Because she is standing in my office right in front of me.
She’s wearing black jeans that look like they were painted on, and my mind immediately flashes back to the shower. I swallow hard, thankful I wore slightly less tight slacks today, on purpose. She’s also got on a red lacy top and her hair is pulled away from her heart shaped face, save for a couple locks that have sprung loose in the humidity.
My entire office smells like citrus. I swear this woman is a cocktail of different fruits and flowers and I never know what I am going to get.
“Medium americano, half an inch of cream and one pump of hazelnut.”
It takes physical effort to rip my eyes from her body and realize she is holding out a coffee cup.
Move your hand, idiot,I scold myself and take it from her.
“Thanks…” The world trails from my lips and I clear my throat, walking around her to my desk. I am not trying to be a dick. I’m trying to hide my dick. One more whiff of that perfume and I am going to be tucking it into my belt in a minute.
Amanda turns around to face me and I watch her chest rise as she takes in a deep breath. Her chin is high, and her eyes are locked on mine. “I am going to accept the proposal. The contract. The job offer…whatever.”
I take a sip of my coffee, which is spot on. Then I nod a single time. The last thing I want to do is seem overly eager. But the wave of relief paired with the feeling of my heart sling-shotting to the moon is enough to make my skin tingle.
“Good,” I manage to say.
Amanda nods too and then walks over to the door. At first, I think she is going to leave and honestly, it’s a bit of a relief. Ever since her scent filled the office I have made a point of breathing as little as possible. But she doesn’t leave. Instead, she closes the door and then marches back over to my desk, sitting down in front of me eye to eye.
“If we are going to do this, we need sound ground rules.”
“Rules?”
