Paul
There she is…
I lift my head and watch the gorgeous beauty walk out of the bathroom. She has a towel wrapped around her sun-kissed body.
Her hair’s wet, and she looks like sex on legs.
She’s a pretty sight to wake up to in my arms, or watching her like this.
She smiles at me and pretends she doesn’t know I’m checking her out. As if I’m not always checking her out.
We’re at The Dark Odyssey. Last night, we took the exhibitionist box and gave fucking another meaning.
Me and her in that damn box was something else, considering neither of us likes having sex in public.
We did it though, and it’s definitely something I’m doing again with her.
I straighten up, absorbing the start of another fantasy. It’s a new day, so it’s time to create a new fantasy with my girl.
I need to because since I spoke to Ethan, I’ve had all this shit on my mind from the past. Stuff to do with Dad I shouldn’t be thinking about. The only time I’m not thinking is when I’m with her. Looking at her, touching her, doing anything to do with her.
We don’t say anything. She can see me watching her, and she’s watching me through the long mirror as she rubs whatever the fuck that is into her hair. It looks like some kind of serum of sorts and smells like her. I’m guessing that’s the honeysuckle scent, but she made it so it could have a combo of all kinds of things that makes this woman an aphrodisiac to me.
I look at her, and I want in. I look at her, and I want her. I look at her, and she’s all I want.
The temptress knows it. It’s the reason for the glance she just gave me. It was some sort of mating call filled with desire and sex. But I can beat her at her own game. So, I stay where I am just to see what she’ll do next.
One minute passes and verges on to the next. When she drops her towel, unveiling her gorgeous body of goddess perfection, my mouth waters. When she bends over and I see her pretty pussy on display, all for me, I give in. She can win. I get up and walk over to her. My cock is already erect and ready to take her.
She straightens slowly, and I reach for her waist.
“Tease.” I practically growl the words.
“I wasn’t teasing,” she answers, shaking her head innocently.
“Like fuck you weren’t.”
“It worked though,” she replies in a luscious tone, and her gaze drops to my cock.
“Yes. Get on the bed, on your hands and knees.”
“Yes, sir.” She smiles.
Fucking hell, we’re either going to be very late for work, or we won’t make it at all.
I’ll try to aim for very late. I don’t think I’ll be immune to being fired if I upend all my plans today. Ethan is counting on me to attend one meeting, that’s all I’ll aim to do. That’s later today.
My gorgeous girl gets on the bed, flicks her hair over her shoulder, and gives me the most seductive pose I’ve ever seen in my life.
Jia looks like she’s ready to be on the cover of some magazine like Sports Illustrated, or fuck, it could be Playboy, with those tits and that body. I’m certainly acting like I’m looking at a Playboy mag as I watch her.
I don’t know how she keeps looking better and better. Maybe it’s part of the fantasy. A new one every day, and since she’s the woman of my fantasies and dreams, she’d just keeps getting better and better.
“Is this how you want me?” she coos and gives her breasts a squeeze.
Fuck. I think I’m going to be very, very late.
“Yes, it is. Good girl.” I move to her and run my hand over her ass. It’s firm and round but will jiggle with a good pounding.