“That sounds good to me.” I nod.
17
We carefully avoid the mention of anything else work related as we eat our meal. It’s not as hard as I thought it might be, and it doesn’t feel awkward. It feels right, normal, like maybe we’re two people who aren’t just connected through work.
We finish the meal and I stand to pick up the plates.
“You don’t have to do that,” Brett says as I start towards the kitchen.
“It was your idea,” I remind him. “I do the dishes remember?”
“But I didn’t cook,” Brett points out.
I shrug as I come back to the table for our empty glasses and the remaining cutlery. “I don’t mind doing it.” I run the taps and rinse of the dishes to out into the dishwasher.
“I really should stop you from doing that, but the view is too good,” Brett says from behind me.
I glance over my shoulder at him.
He’s sitting at the table still, but he’s turned himself towards me. His eyes linger on my bare legs.
I laugh as I get the dishes into the washer. There are only the few from our meal and I know they won’t take me long to do. I hear Brett come up behind me.
Wrapping his arms around my waist, he kisses my neck. “Ok Cinderella, you’ve paid your dues. Now it’s time for the prince to claim you as his own,” he says.
I turn around in his arms, my hands still covered in soap suds. I lean up and he comes down to meet me. Fire floods me again, as we kiss. This time, while passionate, our kiss isn’t rushed or desperate. It’s lingering, sensual. It’s the sort of kiss that can make a person fall in love.
I wrap my arms around Brett’s neck, melting into the kiss. He tucks his hands beneath my ass and lifts me from the floor as though I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist and he starts moving, walking me towards the door off the living room, taking me towards his bedroom.
My stomach is whirling with butterflies as Brett reaches the door, still kissing me.
He opens it and steps through. He keeps walking, still kissing me.
I really want to look around and see where he’s taking me, but his kiss feels so good and I don’t want to ruin the moment, so I keep my eyes firmly closed, just relishing the feel of his lips on mine.
Bending at the waist, he lowers me, and I unwrap my legs from around him. He stands back up straight, leaving me behind on his bed.
Finally, I open my eyes and take a look around me.
His bedroom is huge. The headboard of the big king sized bed I’m now laid on is pushed against the back wall, facing the glass wall that extends right through the room. It must be amazing waking up here and being able to watch the sun rising over the whole city.
Beside the bed is a small cabinet. The rest of the room contains the standard fare – a wardrobe, a chest of drawers, a comfy looking chair. But that isn’t what gets my attention. My attention goes to the treadmill in the corner, set up facing the window.
Brett sees me looking at it and he smiles. “I go to the gym for weights and stuff, but I like to do my cardio here where I can watch the world go by. It’s awful running and running and only seeing a wall.”
I nod, but the treadmill soon loses my interest when Brett hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pulls them down, stepping neatly out of them. His cock is hard and ready for me. I hear myself moaning with longing when I see it. I reach out and wrap my fist around it and begin to stroke him.
He moans as I move my hand along his length.
I get to my knees, still jerking Brett off, my eyes on his. I crawl closer to the edge and our lips meet. I slip off the edge of the bed, one hand wrapped around Brett’s cock, the other behind his head, pulling his face down to mine again.
I kiss him hard, thrusting my tongue into his mouth, and then I pull away, releasing his cock. I put my palms on Brett’s chest and push him back onto the bed.
He raises an eyebrow at me.
I grin. “Your turn,” I say, getting to my knees in front of Brett.
He groans again, a groan filled with longing.
I push his knees apart and crawl into the gap between his legs. I take the base of his cock in my fist and bend my head down to the head. I flick my tongue over the tip, listening to Brett gasp. I tease him with my tongue, licking down his length and then blowing gently on the warm saliva trail. A shiver goes through him as my tongue flicks over the head of his cock again.
Taking him into my mouth, I move my head down, taking as much of him as I can into my mouth. I suck him hard, bobbing my head up and down, and within minutes, Brett is moaning and saying my name in a voice that makes my clit throb.
I keep sucking, pushing him closer to the edge. When I know he’s only seconds away from coming, I pull back. I get to my feet before him.
He watches me, his face contorted with the frustration of being left hanging.
I don’t give him long to dwell on it. I put my hands on his shoulders and push him flat, putting one knee on the bed beside his hip. I straddle him, putting my other knee beside his other hip.
Grabbing my ass, he scoots backwards a little bit, bringing me with him. I grab his cock again and lower myself onto it, feeling myself opening up for him, taking him inside of me. He moans as he enters me.
