Who am I really fooling, though?
No one.
I need to get these feelings under control before they ruin everything.
Still, as I leave her door heading to my room, I can’t help myself.
It’s weird how over the years we were so focused on work that it felt like we were almost in a relationship even when we weren’t. We spent all of our time together. Neither one of us dated. When we wanted to go do something, we would go do it as a pair.
It was comfortable. I preferred it that way.
Now that she has turned my world upside down, I can’t stop thinking about the things I pretended I didn’t feel. Like the way I would stare a little longer when she smiles. Or how the skirts she sometimes wears to work cause my cock to harden.
I always explained it away.
She is a pretty woman. Of course I would react.
I haven’t dated in a long time, so my body is having a natural response.
Anyone would be attracted to someone as smart as her.
I never wanted to admit the truth. It wasn’t all those things.
It was simply because I have had a crush on her since I met her ten years ago.
Going to the bathroom, I strip out of my now wet clothes. Then I turn on the shower and wait for it to heat up. When I finally slip under the stream, I close my eyes and remember how she looked tonight.
She was wearing a flowy dress. One that drew attention to her legs every time she moved. The straps holding them up were small. They showed off her collarbone while being modest enough to hide her breasts. Perfectly professional, yet still enticing enough to drive me to distraction.
Then she ran into the water, and that material turned translucent. I didn’t realize it right away. Not until I got her to the villa and set her down. Her nipples were hard, poking through the fabric. I could see the shape of her areola throughthe fabric. It took everything I had not to lean down and take one in my mouth.
Remembering it now, though, alone in my bathroom, I let myself imagine what I would have done given half the chance.
The way I would have pinned her to the wall, kissing her until she was breathless. How I would have nipped my way down her neck, soaking in her tiny moans and leaving behind a map showing exactly where I had been. I wouldn’t have let the fabric of her dress stop me from worshipping her breasts, sucking one and then the other nipple into my mouth, giving them my undivided attention as I played her body like a well-tuned instrument.
My hand finds its way to my cock, stroking it in a fast, even pace as I imagine how she would whimper as I kissed my way down her stomach. I see myself pushing up the skirt of her dress, pushing my way between her legs until I’m there. At her dripping wet pussy.
Fuck, it’s been too long since I’ve been with a woman. Well over nine years at least. That first year I tried to fuck Iris out of my system, but it never worked. I knew then that I needed to focus on work and not anything outside of it.
Now, I want between her legs more than I want my next breath. I want to savor her taste on my tongue, knowing that there will never be anything more sweet.
I want her. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it.
Iris has invaded my body and taken over my soul.
As I imagine taking my first taste of the forbidden fruit I have been tempted by for more than a decade, I spill my release against the wall, my breath suddenly ragged. I slap my free hand against the shower wall as I pant, stroking my cock slowly until it is fully empty.
Fuck.
If fucking my hand thinking about her is that intense, then what would having her for real be like?
It would be out of this world. It might even kill me.
It’s too late to go back now. I opened the floodgates. I’ve allowed myself to take her out of the box I so carefully placed her in all those years ago, only she has grown since then. There is no putting her back now.
No, there is only living with the knowledge that these feelings I have for her are very real.
I close my eyes, thinking about her once more.
