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“Unbutton my shirt, slowly,” Thomas said.
He watched as my fingers nimbly maneuvered each button. Then, I pushed his shirt back, revealing his rock-hard chest. His body was so incredibly sexy. I splayed my fingers and pressed both hands against his chest.
Just by looking at him and touching him, I could feel the heat rising between my legs. I moaned in the back of my throat.
I leaned over and kissed the back of his ear and trailed kisses along his jawline, just as he had done to me the night before.
The smile he wore told me that I was doing well in my bid to excite him. I nibbled on his chin before I moved up to his lips. I gently bit his bottom lip and then traced it with my tongue. Instead of plundering his sexy mouth, though, I moved back to his chin and trailed kisses up the other side of his face.
The texture of his facial hair against my lips sent sparks through my body. His smell, a combination of his aftershave and him, ignited those sparks, causing me to tremble as he sat in the chair enjoying my kisses.
His chest beckoned me, and my mouth replaced my hands. Just as he had tasted me last night, I traced the area outside of his nipples and sucked each into my mouth, lapping at them, flicking them with my tongue. He moaned, and I learned a valuable lesson––that a man’s nipples were sensitive, too.
I loved the way his hard muscles and chest hair felt against my face. I could have had another orgasm just touching him there and not exploring him further.
“Oh, sweet girl. Please unbutton my pants, and pull them and my underwear down,” he gasped out.
I did as he ordered. He lifted up his ass as I slid them down his legs. His huge member sprang to attention.
“Gently run your fingers up and down. Move from the tip down to the base and back up again.”
I obeyed, using my fingertips to explore the hard shaft that had filled me so well last night. I studied the veins that textured his cock. When I got to the base, I closed my hand around him, and lightly moved back up to the tip. He moaned loudly, and I knew that I was pleasing him.
“That’s great, baby. That feels so good,” he breathed out.
Being innocent in experience did not mean I was completely innocent in knowledge, and I knew that men enjoyed more than just a touch from the hand.
It was extremely hard for me to take the lead, but I wanted to make him feel as amazing as he made me feel. It made me feel powerful and sexy.
I dipped my head and touched the glistening droplet that had beaded at the tip of his hard cock, tasting the sweetness, savoring it.
As soon as my mouth touched him, he moaned out, “Oh, yes, baby. That’s it.”
I looked up at the sexy man sitting in the chair, his head back, his gorgeous, rock hard chest and muscular legs, between which I knelt. The sight caused the heat to rush through me, and I felt the folds between my legs become even wetter with liquid heat that enveloped me.
Opening my mouth wide, I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth, trailing my tongue around it. I looked up at him, as he sat in the chair. His gorgeous body was relaxed, his eyes were closed, and once again the fires built up to a raging inferno inside of me. I needed to feel him inside of me. I ached for him. My entire body screamed for him.
However, I wanted to feel and taste more of him. I wanted to make him feel the same ecstasy that he had created in me the night before.
“That feels so good, baby. I love feeling your mouth on me.”
Encouraged, I continued to taste his hard shaft. I wrapped my tongue around the base. Then, I slowly licked all the way to the top, savoring the taste and texture of the new treat that tantalized my entire body.
After I had sampled his entire cock, I decided to focus on the head. I wrapped my hand around the base and moved his shaft around my tongue, dancing around the ridge that encircled the tip.
His moaning became louder and the heat built up inside of me to the point that I couldn’t stop myself. I stood up. My need for this sculpted god in my chair guided me. I straddled him, putting the head of his cock against the entrance to my pussy. Then, I slowly impaled myself on him.
I cried out as his huge member was buried deep inside of me, touching places in me that I never knew I had.
Thomas caressed my breasts. He squeezed them firmly, but gently.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes, oh yes it does,” I moaned.
He rubbed my nipples with his thumbs, sending electric shocks exploding through my body.
I slowly moved up and down on his shaft, massaging him with my pussy walls. As my body molded itself around him, it felt as though every one of my cells was screaming with pleasure.
“Oh, my heavens. You feel so good inside of me,” I said.
Looking at him and feeling him inside of me while his hands covered my breasts, squeezing them and playing with my nipples, was enough to make me explode. I could feel the raging inferno building higher and hotter. My hands found his muscular arms, and I couldn’t hold back.
I fell against him. The feel of my chest pressed against his made me explode on him. My entire body pulsated with intense pleasure and incredible feelings, and I was certain that I was going to die from the intensity of it all.
He pushed up deep inside of me and began to throb. He shot heated bursts of nectar deep inside of me. Thomas wrapped his arms around me and held me tight against him. I wanted to sob because of the incredible feelings that filled me––not just physically, but emotionally as well.
I knew that this man was why I had never found another. He was a part of me.
We both knew that we couldn’t stay this way all night long, so eventually, I got up and started the shower.
Shyly, with the heat in my cheeks, I asked him if I could shower with him.
His smile was so sweet and gentle, it took my breath away. After dropping a quick kiss on my lips, he grabbed my hand and led the way.
I grabbed the soap and ran my hands over his chest, down his arms, and even on his sides. Feeling him beneath my hands was the greatest adventure I had ever experienced. I experienced being on the tallest mountain and diving into the hottest volcanoes.
I washed his back and legs. He braced himself against the shower walls and moaned. I could see that his shaft was growing hard again.
Making sure the soap was off, I knelt and took his hard shaft back into my mouth, drinking the water that trickled down his body and onto his cock.
He moaned and buried his fingers in my hair. “Baby, do you have any idea what you are doing?”
I looked up at him. “I know exactly what I am doing.” Then, I took as much of his nine inches into my mouth as I could.
Slowly, I pulled him out of my mouth, savoring him as though he were a delicious lollipop. Then, just as slowly, I went back down on him. The sounds that erupted from him were incredibly sexy. I loved making him feel this way.
Even though I was slightly sore from tonight and last night, I could feel the familiar ache building up inside of me. I needed to be physically connected to him as much as I needed oxygen in my lungs.
He must have sensed my need, because he pulled me to my feet. Then, he lifted me up and told me to wrap my legs around his waist as he buried his hard cock deep inside of me.
The coolness of the tiled shower wall against my back was a complete contrast to the hot water pouring over us and the heat coming from our bodies.
Thomas moved in and out of me with hard, deep thrusts, as though he were a desperate man seeking life sustaining water.
“Thomas. Oh, Lord, Thomas,” I screamed, not caring that the entire city could hear me call out the name of this man who fulfilled me.
My fingers dug into his back as once again a hot tsunami exploded out of me, coursing through my body, over his hard shaft.
He thrust hard and deep one last time, and for the second time that night, his throbbing cock created feelings that were so incredible that I nearly sobbed, as I thought I would surely die.
Eventually, my heart slowed and my breathing returned to normal. Thomas set me back on my feet.
With a quick kiss, he said, “I think this time, I had better wash myself. It seems that when you wash me, I just get messy again.”
I wanted to sleep in his arms. That night, I became a little more confident, or maybe my need was so incredible that I had to take the chance. “Will you stay with me tonight?”
The indecision was written all over his face, and for a moment, my heart sank. My disappointment must have shown, because he smiled gently at me and said simply, “Okay.”
I climbed into the bed and he curled around me. He slipped one arm under me and wrapped the other arm over me and pulled me in close to him, until my back was pressing up against his bare chest. My head tucked under his chin. We fit together perfectly, as though we were made for each other.
Thomas was tired. He was snoring softly seconds after we were settled. I was tired, but I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted to savor every moment I could get in his arms.
We had only known each other for two days, yet I felt so drawn to him. Within twenty-four hours of meeting him, I gave myself to him.
I had never even dated anyone before. Sure, I had gone to the movies with people, but it had never ended in anything more than a goodnight hug. I hadn’t even had make out sessions with anyone. My school and sports were much more important to me. Plus, I always had the romantic notion of saving myself for the man I fell in love with.
Did love at first sight exist? It had to. Love was the only way to describe my feelings for Thomas.
Sure, he was an amazing looking man. Just staring at his body could get me wet and aching. However, that wasn’t all there was to it. I had seen very nice-looking men before at the beach. They were wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, and they were very nicely put together. Yet, they did not create the same feelings in me that Thomas did.
Some of the other men, who were just as sexy, let me know they were interested. They had their lives together. They had good jobs, a car, and didn’t live with their parents. Yet there wasn’t even a tiny buzz in the back of my mind that said I should even consider being with them. They were smart and fun, and I enjoyed hanging out with them and talking to them. There was still no sexual or emotional attraction. There was no twinge, no flicker of heat––nothing.
It was instantaneous with Thomas. It was as though something inside of me recognized him as the one who completed me. The pull was so strong that I couldn’t fight it. Apparently he felt it, too. I could see the indecision in his eyes when I asked him to come to my house and tonight when I asked him to stay. The pull was strong enough to make him agree, even though he was hesitant.
My only fear was that he would lose his job. My father always went by the rules. He was in the military before he started his company. Plus, my grandfather was a career military person, so the theme in our lives was that rules were meant to be followed to the T.
I wouldn’t want to hurt Thomas. He had been at the company for a very long time, and I knew my father felt very highly about him. I wouldn’t do anything to damage that. At the same time, I didn’t think that I could exist without him. In such a short amount of time, he had become a part of me. Maybe I should quit and look for a position somewhere else. I wasn’t sure how I would explain my reasons to my father, but I was sure that I would come up with something.
For now, we would just have to keep everything a secret.
Despite my intentions, I fell asleep. I had the best sleep that I’d ever had in his arms.
I was looking forward to seeing his face first thing this morning, but he had already left. I hoped that he had left a note, but there was nothing.
Of course, I’m not really sure what he would’ve written. What could he have said?
“Thanks for the sex” would have broken my heart. “See you later,” wouldn’t have been much better.
On the flip side of that, I didn’t think that he was ready for any emotional words, regardless of how he may feel about me. I already have strong feelings for him, but even I was not ready for the “L” word.
Although I knew I shouldn’t, I scanned the area hoping to catch a glimpse of him. I would’ve been satisfied hearing his voice even if he was talking to somebody else. I guessed I just needed a part of him.
I forced myself to just go to my desk and start working, because I didn’t need anybody thinking I was looking for him anyway. I certainly didn’t want anybody to get the idea that I had a thing for him, because I didn’t need him losing his job.
You are at work, I reminded myself. Even couples who own businesses together have to focus on their work. You have a job to do. Thomas has a job to do.
With those thoughts, I meditated for moment to focus my attention on what I had to do for the day. I created my to-do list and told myself I could not go home until I got it done.
I surprised myself by being able to compartmentalize my thoughts and feelings. Occasionally, Thomas would pop up in my head, but I just pushed them away for later.
This was a technique I was taught in high school to focus during important tasks. To be honest, I was shocked that it worked.
As my reward to myself, I allowed Thomas to consume all of my thoughts and feelings as soon as I walked out the door. I was already aching to see him and to hear his voice.
My rumbling stomach reminded me that I could not live on Thomas alone. The constant roaring my midsection emitted complained that I only had a sandwich for lunch and it was time for dinner. My stomach did not play around when it came to reminding me about the need for food. A favorite Italian restaurant was on the way home, so I ordered salads and lasagna to go. It seemed to take them forever to cook it, although I was pretty sure that it didn’t take any longer than usual.
I just wanted to be home. He hadn’t said he was going to come over. As a matter of fact, I hadn’t seen him or talked to him all day. I could only hope that he needed me as much as I needed him.
The last thing I wanted to do was to leave Amanda’s bed. It felt so right, sleeping all night with her in my arms. It must have felt pretty good for her too, because she didn’t wake up when I slowly removed my arm from out from underneath her.
I got dressed as quietly as I could, and stood there staring at her sleep for a moment. She had the girl-next-door kind of beauty that a lot of men didn’t see until they looked twice. She looked like an angel sleeping peacefully. I kissed her on the cheek and quietly left the room, even though I really just wanted to crawl back into bed with her.
I hated to just leave. For a moment, I tried to figure out what I would say if I wrote her a note––“Thanks for a great night in bed” or “I had a great time.” Although both of those would have been accurate, the messages would not have conveyed my feelings. Amanda was not just a piece of ass. She meant a lot more to me than that.
I had serious relationships in the past, but I never slept over at anyone’s house. I didn’t know why, but I always felt that was another step up on the ladder. It was like one step before living together. There definitely had never been anyone I wanted to give up my freedom for.
During my entire drive home, I tried to figure out exactly what Amanda did mean to me. Honestly, I already knew deep down inside, but I wasn’t ready to admit that yet. Knowing someone for only two days was not enough time for that “L” word.
It didn’t take me long to change, so I got to work way before everyone else. Mr. Conners, Amanda’s dad, was the second person in, and he stopped by my desk on his way to his office.
“How is Amanda doing?”
For the briefest second, I thought he had already figured things out. Then I remembered that I was supposed to be mentoring her during her internship at the company.
“Terrific. She’s figured out how to work the intranet and upload all her changes. I haven’t been monitoring her over her shoulder, but I have been looking over the work that she has submitted, and our seasoned engineers could not have done a better job.”
“I’m glad to hear that. I figured she would do a great job, though. Amanda has always been very hard on herself and has always been a perfectionist. When she sets her mind on doing something, she gets it done and gets it done right come hell or high water.”
Amen to that. She’s also a fast learner.
“It shows. She learned everything I taught her very quickly. She’s a great asset.”
He patted me on the back and told me that he appreciated all of my help in teaching his daughter the ropes, then went onto his office.
I’m pretty sure he would not have said that if he knew everything I had been teaching her.
Although I really wanted to see Amanda, I stayed at my desk all day long. I had a lot of work I needed to accomplish, and I had to focus. This was probably the reason why Mr. Conners had the no fraternization rule. That, and when people broke up it caused conflicts.
Dr. David White, science professor at the local university and my best friend, texted me about four o’clock. He had a stressful day and was heading over to the gym. He wanted to know if I could join him.
Automatically, I typed in that I had other plans. But then I deleted it. It might be good to distance myself from the situation. David was also a very smart man, and more importantly, a good listener. He and I had been friends since grade school, and he probably knew me better than myself.
The workout was actually a great idea. I focused all of my energy and all of my attention on what I was doing. We both had been able to bench press three hundred fifteen pounds for a while now. We figured we were going to have to start getting washers add to the weights gradually to get over our threshold point.
As soon as we were done and we hit the showers, Amanda jumped right back into my head. I could almost feel her hands all over me again.
We hit the juice bar for a quick sandwich and some green slimy stuff that was supposed to be good for us after a workout. David told me about his teacher’s assistant who lost all of the midterm exams. He had told her not to take them home. However, she said that she could get them done and she would rather work at home. Reluctantly, he’d agreed. She came back the next day and said that she accidentally left her briefcase on the bus. When she found the bus driver, her briefcase was gone.
“What are you going to do about it?” I asked him. I knew this would be a difficult decision for him, because he was a very ethical man.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do. I need to know if the students learned anything in my class. However, it isn’t fair to make them take the test again. They would have a right to be angry if I did make them retake the test.”
After a pause, David said, “I guess I’m just going to have to exempt them from the exam, and let their grade ride on what they’ve been doing in class.”
“That eats at you, doesn’t it?” I asked him.
“You know it does, but I don’t think I have a choice. So, enough about my frustrations. What’s going on in your life these days?”
I explained to him about the situation between Amanda and me. “I have deep feelings for her. I feel things for her I have never felt for anyone else. But I’m fifteen years older than her, and she’s the boss’ daughter. On top of that, there is a no-fraternization rule at the company. I’ve been there for a long time, but he would not hesitate to fire me in a second if he knew that I was seeing Amanda. He would fire Amanda, too.”
David just stared at me for a second. After all of our years of being friends, he had never seen me this way about a woman.
I could tell that David was carefully picking his words. “What would you say if I told you to walk away from this woman and not have anything to do with her ever again, except in a strictly professional manner?”
I honestly thought about his question. “I couldn’t do it,” I answered quietly. “I know it has been such a short amount of time, but there is something inside my soul that pulls me to her. I can’t let go until I figure out what it is. If it is what I think it is, I will not ever be able to let her go.”
David nodded and grinned at me sagely. “I believe you have just answered your own question, sir.”
I took a deep breath. “I guess I already knew the answer, but I needed it reaffirmed by somebody else I trusted. And you’re the only person I trust.”
David looked at me with a mock-shocked look on his face. “In my entire life, I have never seen you unsure about anything.”
I looked at my watch and noted that it was almost six. He saw me looking and laughed. “I guess you had better get to your girl. If she’s the right one, age is just a number, and there are other jobs out there, but there’s only one soulmate for each of us.”
I slapped him on the back, and headed out.
It felt very domestic when I texted Amanda and asked her if she needed me to pick up something for dinner. I liked that feeling.
I knew she was waiting for my text because I got an almost immediate reply: “Just you.”
The huge smile across my face must have given me away, because David smacked me in the arm and said, “Go to your Juliet, Romeo.”
That evening with Amanda was the most amazing evening I have ever spent with a woman. We sat on the couch and cuddled. For a while we just chatted. She told me she’s always wanted a dog, but her dad wouldn’t ever let her get one.
“He always said I was too busy with sports and school. I would have made time for a dog, though.”
She got jealous when I told her that I grew up with dogs. “My favorite dog was a little Chihuahua named Reno. At the time, I had four other huge dogs. Reno thought he was as big as my German Shepherd.”
It was so relaxing just hanging out with her. Time flew by so fast that it was almost midnight before I knew it. Then, I caught her yawning.
“Bedtime for you, young lady.”
“Will you join me again tonight, old man?”
“Old man?” I exclaimed. “I would show you what an old man looks like, but I don’t think you could handle it three nights in a row. However, this doddering old fool would love to snuggle with you tonight.”
“Are you going to sneak out of my house again early in the morning like a thief?”
“Yep. And I’m not even going to leave you a note.”
She was shy about undressing in front of me, but she did it anyway. That was her way of showing me that she trusted me. She wasn’t just baring her body, she was baring her soul.
As I fell asleep that night, holding her in my arms, my last thought was that nothing in this world had ever felt so right.
The next morning when I woke up, I decided to be a smart alec. I left her a note that simply said, Good morning, young lady. Don’t forget your lunch money for school. I signed it, The old man.
I got to work early again, deciding that was the best way to get something accomplished. Halfway through my morning, though, I discovered that my plans had been thwarted. I groaned loudly when a meeting reminder popped up on my calendar.
I absolutely detest meetings. Most of the time, nothing is said that couldn’t be stated in an email. Then there are the brown nosers who have to ask a million questions or make a million statements so the boss notices them.
This meeting was no different. Ten minutes into the meeting, I had a serious discussion with myself about why I should not stab myself in the eye with a pen so I could get out of the meeting.
Then, as the head of the civil engineering department droned on and on about a new potential client, my mind wandered to Amanda. David was right. Age was just a number. There were other engineering firms out there.
Maybe it was time I got out of my comfort zone anyway. When Mr. Conners asked why I was leaving I would tell him the truth. I would say, “I’m in love with your daughter.”
That thought startled me. Where in high heaven did that thought come from?
I actually jumped in my chair, physically. A couple people looked at me a little strangely.
For about two seconds, I was able to redirect my attention to the meeting. Then, I started thinking about Amanda again. I had never invited a woman over to my house before. Amanda has created a lot of firsts for me. Tonight, would be a new first.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t hear Mr. Conners talking to me.
“Thomas, what do you think about this proposal?” He asked me.
I shook my head. I had no answer. Mr. Conners’ face showed his annoyance.
After the meeting he approached me. “Thomas, what’s going on? I’ve never seen you so distracted during a meeting.”
I decided I had to tell a little white lie. “I’m sorry. I have the beginning of a migraine.”
Mr. Conners slapped me on my back and told me to go home and get some sleep. “I know how those work. Get yourself some rest before it turns into a full blown migraine.”
I smiled at him and said, “I’ll be all right for the rest of the day. I’ll stick it out.”
“Okay, but if it gets too bad, go home. I don’t need my most important engineer out sick for three days with a headache.”
He walked away happy with me again. I felt terrible for my fib. He would not be so happy if he knew the real reason why I was distracted during the meeting.
Jason, another engineer, caught up with me and asked me if I had time to go over some drawings with him. About that time, Amanda walked by and smiled.
Jason’s head whipped around like it was on a swivel to watch her walk into her father’s office. “She’s something else. I’d sure like to tap that ass if she wasn’t the boss’ daughter.”
The hair on the back of my neck instantly rose. I wouldn’t appreciate a comment like that normally, anyway. The fact that it was about Amanda made me even angrier.
“Grow up. That’s completely inappropriate and disrespectful. She isn’t a piece of meat,” I said and walked away.
I walked into the men’s restroom and splashed water on my face to calm my nerves a little bit, although I was still pretty angry even after my face and shirt collar was soaked.
My anger once again emphasized my feelings for Amanda. I was very possessive of her and protective of her. I didn’t want another man treating her in such a way. As far as the possessiveness went, I wasn’t the jealous type, nor would I ever be. After all, if you couldn’t trust someone, you didn’t have a relationship. However, I did view her as my woman, my love, not to be ogled by other men.
I walked back over to my desk and sent her a text that was simply my address.
I had a grill on my back deck, and the steaks were ready to put on when she arrived. I had potatoes, zucchini, and other vegetables wrapped up in tin foil, ready for the grill as well.
She grabbed each of us a beer and stood out back to watch me cook.
“That smells delicious. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a home-cooked meal.”
“Don’t you ever cook for yourself?”
She laughed. “I never learned how to cook. My mother is a terrible cook, and I was always busy doing other things. Besides, why should I learn to cook when I have Chinese, Mexican, and Italian restaurants all on the same street close to where live?”
I just grinned and shook my head at her.
After she cleaned her plate, she said, “Your food is delicious. If I had known you cooked like this, I would never have been ordering out.”
“Well, perhaps I can teach you how to cook a few things. We’ll start with something small.”
“You mean like a bowl of cereal? I’ve got that one covered.” She laughed.
“I think we’ll start with something a little harder. You’re a fast learner.”
She flashed an evil grin. “I think you’re just a great teacher. If you’re as good a teacher in the kitchen as you are in other areas, I’ll be a master chef in no time.”
I winked at her and wiggled my eyebrows. “Are you ready for your next lesson?”
“Yes, Professor.”
I grabbed her hand and led her into my bedroom.
