I heard her rustling as my eyes opened up. The sunlight hit my eye causing me to feel slightly dazed. How long had she been up? The smell of fresh coffee lingered strongly in the air, so she could not have been up for too long.
I got into the shower, and the hot water started to run down my chest. I felt my whole body relax, but in my mind all I could think about was calling for her, and telling her to get in the shower with me. The thought of her naked in the shower distracted me from accomplishing the simple task of shampooing my hair. I thought about soap running down her curves, my fingers tracing each sud as they slowly traveled down every inch of her body. I started to feel light headed. Yet, I could not help but fixate on my desire to call her to me so I could pull her to me. But, was she going to be too busy, too distracted, and would my caresses be met with rejection? Would she be okay with me simply massaging her shoulders, holding her hand, grabbing her waist firmly, and kissing her neck? I had been standing in this shower swimming in a deluge of fantasies, thinking what I would do to her, for far too long.
I finally gathered my composure and stepped out of the shower. After drying off, I got dressed and as I buttoned my shirt I heard her groan; something was stressing her out, perhaps a meeting had gone bad or the research she was working on was giving her trouble. Damn it, either she would be just stressed enough to want to have me help relieve all that stress she was carrying, or—I hoped this was not the case—she would be beyond that point and would brush off any advance I would make. The anxiety and excitement of this unknown woke me up more than coffee ever could.
“Good morning babe!” I yelled into the other room.
“Hey, good morning,” she mumbled loudly. “Coffee is ready, want me to pour you a cup?”
“Yeah, thanks, that would be great! I just need to finish something in here so that would be perfect.”
Okay, I thought to myself, just take a deep breath, relax, and put on your sexiest smile. You know how she is a sucker for that smile.
That first step out of the bedroom felt eternal as my brain raced through a million different scenarios. Images flashed through my head so fast it felt as if though my insatiable hunger for her was unnatural: her eyes staring deep into me as she bit her lips and she moved up and down on me; my one hand wrapped around her hair while my other hand grabbed her by the waist pulling her to me so I could go deeper and deeper in her; her legs spread apart as I held her by the ankles my tongue going from her right thigh to the left one until I arrived at her clit; her on all four my hands firmly on her ass as I ate her out. Snap out of it, I thought to myself, afraid I would be completely lost in my imagination.
I could see her sitting at her desk, her hand clasping her mug, the other one wildly shaking in the air. “Everything ok?” I asked, feeling a sense of self disgust that I wanted her so bad, while she probably only wanted for one day to not be a complete dumpster fire.
“Yeah,” she said with a heavy sigh. “I just wish I could make sense of this….” I really was trying to focus on what the problem she was facing was. But as she was speaking I saw the sun hit her face. God, she was so beautiful. Her lips, moved and and I knew I just needed to kiss them, run my fingers through her hair, move my hand under her shirt, and let my fingers walk purposefully to her breast. Stop it I told myself angrily. “And, like, I tried to use the new data I got, but now I have to go back and fix a bunch of stuff. And, I have a meeting in 15 minutes.”
Fuck! 15 minutes, I mean we could make it work; fucking hell how much would I not get to do to her. I told myself to not even entertain the idea of making her late to her meeting.
“Hey, I know you are super stressed out right now, and my first meeting is not for another hour. You want me to massage your neck and shoulders a bit. Maybe, it will help your mind reset and shit.”
She eyed me very suspiciously. “I really only have 15 minutes before my meeting. I need you to understand that. I’m not stupid, I know that fucking look.”
“What look?” I said grinning. Yeah, you know how much I want you. To just fuck the hell out of you. For both of us to be left lying on the floor in ecstasy, covered in each others sweat wanting to never end fucking each other as we fall into a web of libidinous desire for each other. She glared, but I swear I saw a smirk as she turned her face back to the monitor.
“Yeah, I hear you.”
She turned her eyes back to her monitor, and meticulously moves her hair out of the way of her shoulders. I see a gentle smirk form at the corner of her lips. Was that a small chuckle I heard? Now I had to make sure to not fuck up my next few moves.
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