I brushed his pillow where his head had been, then grabbed it and pushed it against my face, inhaling his strong, masculine scent laced with an exotic cologne I’d gotten so used to. I couldn’t get enough of him.
I was lost.
We’d whispered many things to each other in the early morning hours, and yet I was careful not to sound too smitten. But the truth was I was drowning in pheromones for this man, and it would be a mistake to be the first one to utter those words, “I love you.” But that’s how my heart sang no matter how much I tried to stuff it down.
My experience with men was seriously lacking, but I knew that he was volatile enough to go through heavy mood swings, and because of his current financial situation, he’d be more vulnerable to this now. I didn’t want to be one more problem he had to deal with. I could be patient if I wanted that chance for the brass ring.
With the interview with Rebecca, I’d already caused problems enough.
I wanted to be his calm before the storm, the someone he could reach out to and trust, even while I harbored that deep secret of my past and how it intermingled with his from so many years ago. I guess I was lucky he didn’t remember. No chance I’d ever forget it, and no chance I would ever be able to recover from all this, either.
Somehow, I’d find a way to tell him. He was a man who deserved as well as needed the truth. I. Would. Do. This.
I heard him talking on the phone in the living room, so I slipped on Oceanis white cotton robe, cinched up my waist, passed on the logo slippers, and padded out to the living room barefoot to find him. I grabbed my phone on the way, and, as I approached, took pictures of his back as he sat on the arm of the couch, legs crossed, looking out at the ocean.
I walked around him to block his view, still taking pictures. He frowned until I opened the sash of my robe and let my body do the talking. I began filming his expression as more of my body was revealed. He uncrossed his legs, lost his place, stumbled to finish a sentence.
His eyes were filled with lust as I moved slowly towards him, slipped my robe off my shoulders and then kneeled in front of him.
He was desperately trying to end his conversation, which made my ministrations all the more exciting for me. I discreetly turned off and placed my phone at my side and let my fingers walk up from his knees to his hardening cock, spreading the robe over his knees to look at what I’d created.
With his eyes closed, he tried to concentrate. “So, you’ve got it all set up, then? And he’ll—argh” he gasped as my lips and tongue played with the tip of him. I looked up, watching his eyes as I took one long lap of my tongue from his stem to his tip.
He suddenly gasped.
I could hear whomever was on the other end of the line ask him if everything was okay.
“Yes. Yesss,” he hissed as I took him into my mouth all the way until my lips were pressed against his lower belly. He tried to continue. “I’m just so taken with the view from up here. It’s incredible.” He leaned over and let his hand slip down my spine, traveling clear to my butt crack and then smooth over my buttocks, giving me a silent paddle. “It’s so fine,” he whispered. And then he sat up and signed off the call.
He threw his phone on the couch. “I hope you didn’t tape any of that?”
“Just the part before I slipped off my robe,” I said, licking his tip and running it over my lips. “I hope I didn’t embarrass you too much.”
“You are soooo bad, Shannon,” he howled, standing, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. He spanked my ass several times on the way to the bedroom.
He spanked deliciously hard.
“Ouch!” I howled.
He threw me on the bed and shook his head as well as his right forefinger.
“You deserved every one of those and you know you did. You are a naughty. Little. Girl,” he said as he climbed up to join me, brushing rose petals to the side.
I stubbornly kept my legs tight together as he tried to separate my thighs. I watched him struggle, my hands above my head, fiddling with my hair, my stomach undulating and teasing him so, trying to act absent-minded but needing him to consume me one more time. His cock was red and huge this morning, engorged from earlier this morning since our last encounter.
He finally got my knees to separate and I arched up, feet planted on the bed, giving him full access.
“Oh, baby. You are so swollen. Did I do that to you?” He mocked concern, frowning.
“You did, and I liked it.”
“Poor thing. Look at how pink and,” he dipped his head and lapped my sex, “Hot you are. I’d say feverish.”
I felt the jolt from his touch all the way up my spine. Something in my stomach lurched.
“Fix it,” I whispered.
His eyes sparkled with the birth of an idea. He held up one finger and ran to the kitchen and pulled something out of the freezer. When he returned, he had the gel pack in one hand and a leftover champagne bottle in the other.
“Hold still. Doctor Marco is going to fix it for you, sweetheart.” He held the frozen but still soft gel pack against my flaming lips and pressed. At first, I
