He jerked up my sports top and growled when my br**sts spilled out. It was a sound of hunger and emotion as he looked at me. My ni**les were already hard, aching to feel his mouth on them again.
I threw my head back into the wall in ecstasy, when I felt that first exquisite touch of his tongue tasting my skin. He sucked, and bit, and licked at my ni**les, and made me delirious with need. I held the back of his head to my br**sts as he worked them over.
“I need you now,” he said on a harsh breath.
“Yes…” Nearly incoherent with desire, I didn’t care we were in a public room. Didn’t care. Didn’t think about anything beyond Neil and being as close together as we could get.
He’d already pulled away and dropped down to his knees. His hands went up to the waistband of my yoga pants and yanked them down. Hard. Knickers came with. He put his lips on the mound of my pu**y and kissed softly, as if he were giving it a sweet greeting after so long being parted.
Well, it felt like it. My body knew his as intimately as was possible to know, and yet, here we were together in a brand new reality.
“Lift your foot for me,” he said, before dragging my right leg free from knickers and yoga pants in one fell swoop. He left the other leg alone. We only needed one side unrestricted to accomplish the goal here.
Neil was back on his feet and kissing me before I could hardly take a breath, his hand sliding up my hip and over to the front, covering my mound with his whole hand.
“I want you, Cherry.” He slid two fingers in between the lips. “Right here, right now.” His fingers kept probing me, going deeper through the slick wetness he’d created, to find my clit.
I cried out when he made contact, the burn so good I knew he’d make me orgasm in another minute. He plundered my mouth with his tongue and my pu**y with his fingers, sliding back and forth over my clit until I couldn’t help but shout when the climax hit. His mouth over mine muffled the volume of my cries as I rode it out on his talented fingers.
I felt him working the front of his joggers with his other hand, getting his c**k out and ready for me.
“Here we go, beautiful girl,” he said into my eyes as he lifted my legs off the ground and opened me up. I felt the head of his c**k kiss my entrance an instant before he buried himself deep inside me. “Fuuuuck,” he moaned, “you’re tight around me.”
“Oh, God…” We both paused as we slipped into place together for the first time in many years. The awareness of what was happening between us, overwhelming. I let my thoughts drift as I clung to his strong arms. My back shifted into the soft wall over and over as the deliciously huge length of him stretched me decadently. In and out. Faster and harder we worked at it, our mouths glued together, our bodies struggling for the peak until I got there first, my inner walls clamping down reflexively around his cock.
I cried out as it happened, again, unable to move anymore, only capable of taking what he continued to give me.
Neil’s eyes burned into me as he started to come, his penis growing harder and fuller as it jerked and swelled in the peak of his own orgasm.
Time slowed and mellowed, our foreheads pressed together, Neil still gently rocking into me, but now in the way of a caress. He kissed me softly, lovingly. It all felt very beautiful and right, but as my body came down from the high of the sex, reality dawned about what we had just done together.
“I’m going to put you down, okay?”
I nodded, the lingering pleasure being replaced by worry.
He pulled out of me carefully and set my legs down to the floor, steadying me until I had my balance. I felt so much wetness this time. I realized it was more than I’d ever felt before, just as I looked down upon a stream of shiny se**n rolling down my thigh.
“Oh no…you didn’t have a condom.” I bent down to the floor to franticly thread my foot back into the open leg of my knickers and yoga pants, now feeling panic about what Neil would think, or say.
I pulled them on and my sports top back down to where I was decent and thought about running out the door. I really did.
Neil must have made an accurate assessment of my emotional state because he grabbed me by the upper arms and held me firmly to him. “It’s okay, beautiful girl. Everything is okay.”
“But—but we didn’t use—but you came insi—”
Neil kissed me on the lips, probably to shut me up more than anything, but it did help a little. “It doesn’t matter,” he shook his head slowly back and forth, “because I don’t care about condoms anymore with you.”
I started to cry, all the emotion was just too much and I needed some privacy. “I—I need to get myself cleaned up and d-dressed to go home.”
“Shh, don’t be scared. It’s okay, Cherry. I’ll help you.” He kept running his hand over my hair as he soothed me with words.
“Neil?”
“I know a place. Come with me.” He held my hand and wouldn’t let go. Not one time did he release my hand as we took the lift back up to the forty-fourth floor, or later when he snuck us through a back entryway, that led to a locked door, which opened into a private suite behind his office. “This is mine and nobody else has access but me.”
“I can take a shower?” I asked, now very unsure about everything and everyone. Even myself.
“Of course.” He still had my hand in his and brought both up to his lips and pressed them in a soft kiss to the back of mine.
“What happens now, Ne—”
He kissed me firmly on the mouth, a demanding kiss of entitlement, his tongue pressing forward to find mine, moving in deep swirls. He finished in his own time, the intent to take charge of the situation very clear in his method.
“I’m keeping you here.”
“What?” I asked him, my arms now clasped around his neck, holding on to keep my legs from buckling and sending me to the floor.
He smiled at me and found my lips again for another kiss, this one sweet and gentle and slow. My legs didn’t feel any stronger.
“You’re staying with me. Tonight…in this suite.”
22
I knocked. “Elaina? Is everything all right?”
Nothing but the sound of the shower running.
Her silence worried me a little. The explosive nature of our reunion only verified how much of a struggle she was having with our training-room shag, and all of the emotions attached to it. Hell, I was dealing with more emotions than I cared to, myself. But more importantly, I didn’t want her thinking too much.
I threw my head back into the wall in ecstasy, when I felt that first exquisite touch of his tongue tasting my skin. He sucked, and bit, and licked at my ni**les, and made me delirious with need. I held the back of his head to my br**sts as he worked them over.
“I need you now,” he said on a harsh breath.
“Yes…” Nearly incoherent with desire, I didn’t care we were in a public room. Didn’t care. Didn’t think about anything beyond Neil and being as close together as we could get.
He’d already pulled away and dropped down to his knees. His hands went up to the waistband of my yoga pants and yanked them down. Hard. Knickers came with. He put his lips on the mound of my pu**y and kissed softly, as if he were giving it a sweet greeting after so long being parted.
Well, it felt like it. My body knew his as intimately as was possible to know, and yet, here we were together in a brand new reality.
“Lift your foot for me,” he said, before dragging my right leg free from knickers and yoga pants in one fell swoop. He left the other leg alone. We only needed one side unrestricted to accomplish the goal here.
Neil was back on his feet and kissing me before I could hardly take a breath, his hand sliding up my hip and over to the front, covering my mound with his whole hand.
“I want you, Cherry.” He slid two fingers in between the lips. “Right here, right now.” His fingers kept probing me, going deeper through the slick wetness he’d created, to find my clit.
I cried out when he made contact, the burn so good I knew he’d make me orgasm in another minute. He plundered my mouth with his tongue and my pu**y with his fingers, sliding back and forth over my clit until I couldn’t help but shout when the climax hit. His mouth over mine muffled the volume of my cries as I rode it out on his talented fingers.
I felt him working the front of his joggers with his other hand, getting his c**k out and ready for me.
“Here we go, beautiful girl,” he said into my eyes as he lifted my legs off the ground and opened me up. I felt the head of his c**k kiss my entrance an instant before he buried himself deep inside me. “Fuuuuck,” he moaned, “you’re tight around me.”
“Oh, God…” We both paused as we slipped into place together for the first time in many years. The awareness of what was happening between us, overwhelming. I let my thoughts drift as I clung to his strong arms. My back shifted into the soft wall over and over as the deliciously huge length of him stretched me decadently. In and out. Faster and harder we worked at it, our mouths glued together, our bodies struggling for the peak until I got there first, my inner walls clamping down reflexively around his cock.
I cried out as it happened, again, unable to move anymore, only capable of taking what he continued to give me.
Neil’s eyes burned into me as he started to come, his penis growing harder and fuller as it jerked and swelled in the peak of his own orgasm.
Time slowed and mellowed, our foreheads pressed together, Neil still gently rocking into me, but now in the way of a caress. He kissed me softly, lovingly. It all felt very beautiful and right, but as my body came down from the high of the sex, reality dawned about what we had just done together.
“I’m going to put you down, okay?”
I nodded, the lingering pleasure being replaced by worry.
He pulled out of me carefully and set my legs down to the floor, steadying me until I had my balance. I felt so much wetness this time. I realized it was more than I’d ever felt before, just as I looked down upon a stream of shiny se**n rolling down my thigh.
“Oh no…you didn’t have a condom.” I bent down to the floor to franticly thread my foot back into the open leg of my knickers and yoga pants, now feeling panic about what Neil would think, or say.
I pulled them on and my sports top back down to where I was decent and thought about running out the door. I really did.
Neil must have made an accurate assessment of my emotional state because he grabbed me by the upper arms and held me firmly to him. “It’s okay, beautiful girl. Everything is okay.”
“But—but we didn’t use—but you came insi—”
Neil kissed me on the lips, probably to shut me up more than anything, but it did help a little. “It doesn’t matter,” he shook his head slowly back and forth, “because I don’t care about condoms anymore with you.”
I started to cry, all the emotion was just too much and I needed some privacy. “I—I need to get myself cleaned up and d-dressed to go home.”
“Shh, don’t be scared. It’s okay, Cherry. I’ll help you.” He kept running his hand over my hair as he soothed me with words.
“Neil?”
“I know a place. Come with me.” He held my hand and wouldn’t let go. Not one time did he release my hand as we took the lift back up to the forty-fourth floor, or later when he snuck us through a back entryway, that led to a locked door, which opened into a private suite behind his office. “This is mine and nobody else has access but me.”
“I can take a shower?” I asked, now very unsure about everything and everyone. Even myself.
“Of course.” He still had my hand in his and brought both up to his lips and pressed them in a soft kiss to the back of mine.
“What happens now, Ne—”
He kissed me firmly on the mouth, a demanding kiss of entitlement, his tongue pressing forward to find mine, moving in deep swirls. He finished in his own time, the intent to take charge of the situation very clear in his method.
“I’m keeping you here.”
“What?” I asked him, my arms now clasped around his neck, holding on to keep my legs from buckling and sending me to the floor.
He smiled at me and found my lips again for another kiss, this one sweet and gentle and slow. My legs didn’t feel any stronger.
“You’re staying with me. Tonight…in this suite.”
22
I knocked. “Elaina? Is everything all right?”
Nothing but the sound of the shower running.
Her silence worried me a little. The explosive nature of our reunion only verified how much of a struggle she was having with our training-room shag, and all of the emotions attached to it. Hell, I was dealing with more emotions than I cared to, myself. But more importantly, I didn’t want her thinking too much.
