Sometimes, we can be more physical than sentimental. Today, we’re on a compressed schedule. I’ve been slammed at work and need to be on time, earlier if I can manage.
I’m not going slow, using brute force, which is the reason she’s clinging to the sheets.
I press my thumbs into her lower back as my fingers dig deeper into her hips.
“Hayes.” She tries to muffle herself with a pillow, but it’s a fail.
I slow the next pump, more to taunt her than to change my rhythm, but the delay gives us both agony.
“We don’t have time for that today,” she warns me in a groggy voice.
“Fair point.” And I pick up the pace again.
Leaning down, I cup her breasts as I continue to move, with her back slick against my chest.
“You feel fucking good, sweetheart.”
She releases a blissful sound. I’ve noticed that whenever I call her sweetheart, she always twitches a smile.
I don’t stop pounding into her until she begins to clasp harder around my cock and presses herself against me. She begins to make inaudible sounds, and I feel her orgasm coming until she shudders.
Inside, I burn from my own impending orgasm.
I let the sound of her, the shudder and choke and gasp, burn into the deepest parts of me as I chase her orgasms, with my own roaring through my body.
We both explode until she slumps forward, boneless, and I pull my cock out at the same time. I collapse on the bed next to her.
I’ve recently realized that my heart is full when it comes to Elodie. It’s for her, I’m not entirely sure she gets that.
We enjoy a peaceful moment with my arm slung over her as she lies on her belly. This is our routine. We get a minute or two before the daily grind begins.
“Breakfast duty,” she whispers, her voice gritty and lazy.
I kiss the top of her head before I roll out of bed. “My guess is we have five minutes before she wakes.”
Elodie shuffles to a sitting position, energy blooming as we begin our day. She laughs when she checks her thighs to see my mark.“I get the shower first.”
Still naked, I walk into the closet. “Dirty girl,” I say.
“Ha-ha. I’m showering quickly, then I’ll make banana oatmeal. Or toast. Whatever is fastest, depending on Lola’s morning mood.”
I search for my suit option of the day. “Yeah, yesterday was a bit brutal. We’re going together today, though, right?”
That’s been happening more. Elodie seems more at ease when people see us together in the office. It’s not a daily occurrence, as my meeting schedule is a bit more demanding, but it still happens a few times a week.
“We’ll try, but I don’t want to rush. For my own sanity.”
I chuckle at that. Looking to the side, I check out the view as she’s about to head into the bathroom. “Elodie,” I call out.
“Yeah, yeah, I like you a lot, too,” she teases me.
We both know that “like” is an understatement, and what’s between us is strong, but we avoid deep conversations.
Smirking to myself, I'm satisfied enough.
But it still dances in my mind that we need to have a real discussion about what comes next between us.
“I’m going a little crazy,”I say.
