“Has he done something?”
She sighs. “It’s okay. I don’t want to waste time talking about him. I just came to see you. I didn’t see you yesterday after we got here. I know you’re busy.”
This is hard. I don’t know what to say. I want her and I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do about that if it’s going to cause a problem.
“You’re worried about Dad, aren’t you?” she asks and the spark fades. It practically diffuses.
“I am baby,” I breathe.
“I don’t want to cause any problems between you. You’re friends.” She looks down and I catch her face, guiding her gaze back to me.
“What are you saying?”
She shakes her head. “I’m saying what I think you want me to say. it’s not true though. I don’t feel it. I don’t think my father should have a say in who I’m with, but it’s not just about that. I respect you’re worried.”
I’m acting like a child myself, seeking approval.
I am far from that. I’m a man who wants the beautiful woman in his arms and I should have her because my body misses hers.
The thought moves me to her lips and I press mine to hers, slanting my mouth over her sweet softness.
She kisses me back with the same fervor, and I’m glad now that I closed the door.
She slides her hands up my chest and circles her arm around my neck.
I respond by picking her up and carrying her over to sit on my desk. We continue to kiss and I savor the feel of her tongue tangling with mine and the sexy taste of her.
The need to be inside her calls to me, but first I want to see those tits and play with them. I take her left breast and squeeze.
“Let me see you,” I say pulling away.
At my request, she takes off her top and undoes her bra releasing the heft of her breasts from the restraint.
I start my wild suckle straight away, sucking the nipple so hard it pebbles in my mouth. I circle my tongue around the tight peak and she smiles.
“I like your nipples,” I tell her, watching the rose tips turn a darker shade of pink.
“I like that you like my nipples.” She giggles.
I grin. “That’s not the only part of you I like.”
“What other parts do you like?”
“All of you, every part. It’s all you Rachel.” The flame in her eyes brightens and shimmers and she smiles. I hope she doesn’t think I’m just talking out of my ass. I’m not. I mean every word I say and I will have her again right now.
I won’t push my luck and feast on her the way I want just in case someone comes knocking on my door, but I will have her.
“I like every part of you too.” She couldn’t possibly look sexier, telling me that while she’s sitting on my desk topless. She slips off the desk and runs her hand over the bulge of my cock pressing against my pants. “I really like this part of you.”
“Oh yeah?”
“It’s perfect. Like you were made to fit inside me.”
I take the edge of her waist. “I thought so too.”
She runs her hand over the bulge a
nd starts fluttering her fingers over the fabric. It’s torture.