She raised her left breast up so she could flick her tongue over the nipple. She moaned as I licked the lips of her pussy. She rubbed the back of my head with her free hand as I buried my tongue inside her; searching for her essence.
“You keep this up and you’re going to spoil me,” she whispered.
I stopped long enough to say, “Good.”
“It’s so quiet here; so peaceful.”
“Only at night,” I said. “Turn around.”
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
Rayne took her leg off my shoulder and faced the wall. “What are you about to do to me?”
“You’ll see.” I changed my mind about what I wanted to do the second I saw her scrumptious ass in the dim lighting from the X-ray wall; the only light I had on in the room. “Come here,” I said, as I pulled her by the waist over to my desk. “Bend over.”
She giggled. “You’re getting awfully demanding.” She turned around and pecked me on the lips. “But I like it.”
She leaned over the desk and I scooted my ergonomic chair up right behind her. Her pussy was dripping wet. I took some of her onto my fingers and smeared it on her ass cheeks. Then I started eating her out from behind.
“Did you not have dinner tonight?” she asked jokingly after about ten minutes.
I unbuckled my pants, still pleasing her. By the time Rayne exploded on my tongue, I was primed and ready. I’d been stroking myself to hardness. I’d even managed to get a condom out my pocket and slip it on. Swiftly, I rose up so I could stick my dick right in.
“Oooh, my dick,” Rayne whispered as I invaded her walls.
“Did you miss him?”
“Um, hmm.”
“Can you tell he missed you, too?” I asked as we caught a rhythm with our strokes.
“Yes!” she exclaimed as I pulled her back more onto me by yanking her hair.
I’d always had this fantasy about making love in my office but in the years I’d been practicing, it had never happened. I was glad because now it meant the only memories of it would be with my wife. Rayne would be my wife. I didn’t know how and when it would happen, but it would. I didn’t want to scare her off by blurting my thoughts out right then. All in good time.
After my desk, I took Rayne in another room and laid her on the rolling table, where these small balls vibrated up and down her spine while I made love to her yet again. We fell asleep on that table; me and my future wife.
Twenty-eight
Rayne
One month later, April 2004
“Chance, what’s the emergency?” I asked, having answered my phone on Saturday morning to her voice yelling, “You’ve got to get over here!”
“There’s no emergency,” Chance responded. “I want you to come over and see my new place. Is that an issue? I mean, you are my best friend and shit.”
I plopped down on my sofa, relieved that there was indeed no true emergency. “Aw, vicious, aren’t we?”
“I’m saying though. Just because you got a man now doesn’t mean we can’t hang out, does it?”
The sarcasm in her voice was as thick as lard. It had been a while since Chance and I had spent time together outside of the bank. That had never happened before. No matter who we were dating or how serious we were with them, Chance and I always hung out. Things were different now. I was caught up in Yardley.
“No, we can still do things,” I told her. “I’ve been wanting the four of us to do something together anyway. You’ve seen Yardley hundreds of times but haven’t really gotten to know him.”
“This much is true, chica. That’s because you’ve been hogging Mr. Wonderful all to yourself.”