The rhythm of her conversation
The perfection of her creation
The sex she slipped into my coffee
The way she felt when she first saw me
I remember the way she looked when she first saw me with Alper. Her curls were kept shorter back then, and she had an impish, coy look as she glanced up from a stack of papers. Umber made an almost dismissive up and down gesture at me from over the rim of her glasses. Then, she turned to Alper and said, "So, this is the new guy?" I had never felt so insulted in my life. Of course, that didn't stop me from taking a peek down the low hemline of her button-up shirt when I passed. That was the last time I had less than brotherly thoughts about her.
She pushed down the coffee mug in my hand and pressed her lips to mine tenderly. I became distinctly aware of the scent of honey. My eyes widened in surprise, and then closed, arms enveloping the blonde instinctively with possession.
God, she was seductive without trying to be. I moaned in protest and looked at her with wide eyes as she pulled away, chewing on her lower in concentration while slowly pulling my tie loose before tossing it carelessly to the side. Dainty fingers began the tedious task of undoing the remainder of my fastened buttons, exposing more and more of chiseled marble as she worked her way down. It was hard to picture this bubbly specimen as a beautiful, sexually appealing woman after so many years of working together.
I know I don't know you But I want you so bad Everyone has a secret But can they keep it Oh, No, they can't
Her hands were soft as they touched warmly against my cold chest, and she looked surprised at the contrast. I curled my fingers at her chin, lifting it upward toward me so I could scoop down for another taste. The blonde obliged willingly, surrendering her sweet mouth to my own, but the rest of her did not remain idle. Fingers were busy moving further down, situating to undo the fastening of my belt and pants. Seeing where this was going, I grunted and lifted her up into my lap. Long, luxurious limbs tangled with my own as I stood and led her to my room.
I'm driving fast now Don't think I know how to go slow Where you at now I feel around There you are
Lying her gently on the bed, I didn't stop myself from kissing delectable skin as I slid down her form, pulling her dress off as she rolled her body to ease the procession. Her fingers tangled in my hair, lightly tugging and massaging my scalp. I made it down low, her dress in a heap at my knees, but no, she wouldn't let me have my fun. She tugged me back up by my hair, but I promise you I didn't let her rush me as I paid special attention to every nook and cranny on my return. I welcomed returning to the scrumptious, luscious mouth she possessed.
Cool these engines Calm these jets I ask you how hot can it get And as you wipe off beads of sweat Slowly you say "I'm not there yet!"
She was perfectly doting and malleable, attentive to my every need with each touch and roll of her hips. It was clear her purpose was to please me, but she was still a wicked little vixen and not unwelcoming in her own pleasure. Each time I tried to focus on her, the blonde giggled girlishly and gently chastised me. I found it invigorating and empowering, her assurances enough to assuage the lurking guilt as I had my way.
Sunday morning rain is falling Steal some covers share some skin Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable You twist to fit the mold that I am in But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew That someday it would lead me back to you
-Maroon 5, The Sun, Secret, & Sunday Morning
We lay in bed until well into the morning, fingers tracing our every outline and talking in hushed tones, like we were worried someone would catch us. Without a word, she slipped from my embrace and began to dress.
I asked her what this meant. Looking over her bare shoulder at me, umber peeking through a tousled mop of blonde curls, her smile tuned Cheshire. ?Theodore, don't complicate things. Nothing's changed. You needed it, I needed it. It will be like nothing happened." Her reply came so simply, that I couldn't help but wonder why I hadn't thought of that.
In a chiming of girlish giggling she was gone, and I was left feeling just as alone and bereft as before she filled my void.
I remember the way she looked when she first saw me with Alper. Her curls were kept shorter back then, and she had an impish, coy look as she glanced up from a stack of papers. Umber made an almost dismissive up and down gesture at me from over the rim of her glasses. Then, she turned to Alper and said, "So, this is the new guy?" I had never felt so insulted in my life. Of course, that didn't stop me from taking a peek down the low hemline of her button-up shirt when I passed. That was the last time I had less than brotherly thoughts about her.
She pushed down the coffee mug in my hand and pressed her lips to mine tenderly. I became distinctly aware of the scent of honey. My eyes widened in surprise, and then closed, arms enveloping the blonde instinctively with possession.
God, she was seductive without trying to be. I moaned in protest and looked at her with wide eyes as she pulled away, chewing on her lower in concentration while slowly pulling my tie loose before tossing it carelessly to the side. Dainty fingers began the tedious task of undoing the remainder of my fastened buttons, exposing more and more of chiseled marble as she worked her way down. It was hard to picture this bubbly specimen as a beautiful, sexually appealing woman after so many years of working together.
I know I don't know you But I want you so bad Everyone has a secret But can they keep it Oh, No, they can't
Her hands were soft as they touched warmly against my cold chest, and she looked surprised at the contrast. I curled my fingers at her chin, lifting it upward toward me so I could scoop down for another taste. The blonde obliged willingly, surrendering her sweet mouth to my own, but the rest of her did not remain idle. Fingers were busy moving further down, situating to undo the fastening of my belt and pants. Seeing where this was going, I grunted and lifted her up into my lap. Long, luxurious limbs tangled with my own as I stood and led her to my room.
I'm driving fast now Don't think I know how to go slow Where you at now I feel around There you are
Lying her gently on the bed, I didn't stop myself from kissing delectable skin as I slid down her form, pulling her dress off as she rolled her body to ease the procession. Her fingers tangled in my hair, lightly tugging and massaging my scalp. I made it down low, her dress in a heap at my knees, but no, she wouldn't let me have my fun. She tugged me back up by my hair, but I promise you I didn't let her rush me as I paid special attention to every nook and cranny on my return. I welcomed returning to the scrumptious, luscious mouth she possessed.
Cool these engines Calm these jets I ask you how hot can it get And as you wipe off beads of sweat Slowly you say "I'm not there yet!"
She was perfectly doting and malleable, attentive to my every need with each touch and roll of her hips. It was clear her purpose was to please me, but she was still a wicked little vixen and not unwelcoming in her own pleasure. Each time I tried to focus on her, the blonde giggled girlishly and gently chastised me. I found it invigorating and empowering, her assurances enough to assuage the lurking guilt as I had my way.
Sunday morning rain is falling Steal some covers share some skin Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable You twist to fit the mold that I am in But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew That someday it would lead me back to you
-Maroon 5, The Sun, Secret, & Sunday Morning
We lay in bed until well into the morning, fingers tracing our every outline and talking in hushed tones, like we were worried someone would catch us. Without a word, she slipped from my embrace and began to dress.
I asked her what this meant. Looking over her bare shoulder at me, umber peeking through a tousled mop of blonde curls, her smile tuned Cheshire. ?Theodore, don't complicate things. Nothing's changed. You needed it, I needed it. It will be like nothing happened." Her reply came so simply, that I couldn't help but wonder why I hadn't thought of that.
In a chiming of girlish giggling she was gone, and I was left feeling just as alone and bereft as before she filled my void.