The First Affair – Pt. 1

She stood outside the door, nervously raising her hand to knock, then putting it back down again. She couldn’t believe she’d made it this far. She’d been sitting in her car for twenty minutes because she was early. She’d put her hand on the keys to turn the car back on, to leave, but would stop herself. And now, now she was outside his door.

So many thoughts raced through her head. What if she got caught? What if he slammed the door in her face? What if he wasn’t actually even here?

She shook the thoughts from her head. He was here, on the other side of the door. She just had to knock. She started to raise her hand again to knock when suddenly the door opened.

She froze, mouth slightly agape at the sight of him in the flesh. Sure, she’d seen and memorized countless pictures of him. But they didn’t even come close to the sight of him, standing in the doorway.

Never really understanding her reaction to him, the corner of his mouth ticked up in a slightly amused expression at the sight of hers. The laughter flickered in his sky blue eyes and there was an undeniable electricity in the air that surrounded him. When her eyes met his, and she saw the fire in them, a shiver traveled the length of her spine.

“Tari?” he smiled, already knowing the answer. He would have recognized her anywhere. The green of her eyes. A silly expression on her face.

She nodded and awkwardly stuck out her hand. “So meet to nicely final you.” She chuckled a little while mentally kicking her self for being so not chill. He didn’t seem to notice or care as he took her hand and raised it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on it.

An eyebrow raised as he looked over her hand. “No ring? Not even a sign of one?”

“I…I’m not allowed to wear jewelry at work,” she nervously stammered out.

He tilted his head to the side, almost as a sign of acceptance of her answer. “Come in,” he said, keeping hold of her hand and leading her into the hotel room. Too entranced with him to protest, she crossed the threshold without hesitation.

She took a couple steps in, surveying the room. It was a nice hotel room but overly fancy. Not that she cared. He was here, it could have been anywhere and it would have been perfect.

The click of the door shutting jolted her out of her torrid thoughts. She turned around, glad he was still there, that this wasn’t a dream. She had so much to say, but not a syllable crossed her lips. Possibly because she wanted them to be doing anything but talking at the moment.

He smiled again, sensing her reservations. Those same reservations that almost drove them apart. “There’s no expectation,” he told her. “Nothing has to happen.”

She shook her head. She wasn’t going anywhere. “In for a penny, in for a pound.”

The friendly smile on his face faded, replaced with a look of utter desire. He quickly crossed the small distance between them, embraced her, and pressed his lips to hers.

She froze, caught off guard by the kiss. But her stiffness quickly melted as she gave in to him. As soon as he sensed her relax, he shoved her against the nearest wall, pressing his body into hers. She let out a small gasp, his excitement already pressing in to her as well.

He kissed down her jaw, her neck, until reaching the most sensitive spot on her collarbone. She writhed as he took his time teasing her. His beard also tickled the sensitive skin of her neck, adding to her squirming.

When she couldn’t take it any more she pushed him back. His eyes flared until she fell to her knees. He reached to undo his belt, but she playfully slapped his hands away. She cast her eyes up at him. “Mine,” she told him, undoing the buckle. By the time she got the zipper undone, his hard cock sprung out. Her eyes widened in delight.

She grabbed the base of it, a moment before she ran her tongue down the shaft and back up. Then she wrapped her lips around the head, slowing taking in the whole shaft, holding it in her mouth for a moment. He let out a hiss at the pure bliss of her mouth.

He placed a hand on the crown of her head as she slowly started to slide her mouth up and down his cock. She wrapped her hands around his hips, digging her nails in his flesh as she picked up momentum. Her tongue swirled around him, massaging and teasing the sensitive flesh of his dick.

She squeezed the base harder. Then she began to move her hand opposite her mouth. As her mouth slid down, her hand slide up. Tighter and faster until he exploded in her mouth.

She help him in her mouth as he convulsed in ecstasy. She made sure he felt her swallow his seed.

“Good girl,” he stroked her hair as the wave passed.

She stood up and reached to unbutton his shirt. This time it was he who moved her hands away. She took a step back.

He looked at her, eyes cast down and pained expression on her face. He realized she took his action as rejection, which he knew was her greatest fear.

He lifted her chin and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. When their eyes met she could see the lust, acceptance and want in his eyes. And she knew everything was going to be amazing.

“Strip,” he told her, not breaking eye contact.

“Yes, sir,” she replied as she started to remove her clothes.

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