I had to be dreaming.
Soft.
Hot.
Wet.
Engulfing my shaft.
I moan not caring that this is a dream. It’s heavenly and I’m surrounded by Sadie’s scent. She always smells of vanilla and something else I haven’t been able to put my finger on. It doesn’t matter because one hint of her scent and I’m instantly hard.
I haven’t had a sex dream of this magnitude in forever and decide to take advantage of it. Maybe then I won’t be sporting a hard on all through work. I trail my hand down my chest and abs and encounter a head full of hair.
My eyes spring open to find Sadie between my legs with her pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock, her eyes trained on me.
She pops the tip from between her lips and smiles up at me. “Good morning. I thought instead of an alarm I’d wake you with my mouth.”
Lowering her head, Sadie trails her tongue from base to tip and swirls it around the head before sucking it deep into her throat.
“Fuck,” I moan. “You can wake me up like this anytime you’d like.”
I fist her hair to better watch as she licks and sucks my cock like a popsicle. Up and down she bobs, swallowing me whole as she hollows her cheeks and moans around my length.
With Sadie, my stamina is that of a teenage boy and before I know it…
“I’m going to cum,” I pant and grit my teeth.
Her hand cups and squeezes my balls taking me over the edge. It feels never ending as she keeps her mouth on me until I start to soften. Only then does she kiss the tip and slide up the bed to greet me with a passionate kiss.
Once we break apart, I hug her to me. “That was so hot. I wish I could reciprocate.” Her reaction is to smile and snuggle deeper into my arms. It will be at least a few days before I can go down on her now that her pussy is red, raw, and swollen. “Do you have plans for tonight?”
“Just work,” she mumbles sounding as if she’s falling back to sleep.
Rubbing my hand down her back, I kiss the top of her head. “How about we go on a real date tonight?”
Lifting her head, she looks up at me with wide eyes. “Really? It’s only Tuesday.”
“Really. It doesn’t matter the day. I’ll take you out every day of the week if you want me to. You said we could know each other outside of the office.” And I don’t want her thinking that I’m only with her for the sex, no matter how great it is. “Will you have a lot of work to do tonight?”
“Probably,” she sighs and starts to draw shapes below my collarbone. “I have a bunch of meetings today, so I won’t have time to finish at the office.”
“How about just dinner tonight and we can do something more this weekend? Where would you like to eat?” I only hope that she doesn’t pick some place expensive. I need to watch what I’m spending until my medical bills are paid off and I know for sure that I’m hired for the position at Mathers.
“It’s too early to think about food,” she grumbles. “But I’ve been wanting to try that new Mexican restaurant on Monroe street. Have you been there?”
“No, I don’t make it to that area often.” I shift her higher on top of me and twirl a lock of her hair with my finger.
Propping herself up on her elbow she looks down at me. “Do you want to go somewhere else?”
“No, I like Mexican.” Only the area she wants to go to is upscale and pricey.
Her eyes search my face as her fingertips tentatively skate across the side of my face. “Are you okay?”
“Besides feeling you bare against me and not being able to sink into your sweet heat, I’m great.” And I was because I got to spend another night sleeping in Sadie’s bed, and she was currently in my arms.
“Oh, I… I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.” She laughs bitterly as she slides off me and sits up with the sheet around her. “I could have walked around the house naked all day with Gerald and he wouldn’t have cared. Of course, now we know why. I’m not used to turning a man on with my body, so I didn’t think.”
Grabbing the sheet, I pull her down until her lips meet mine. “Everything you do turns me on. Naked or fully clothed, I only have to smell your scent, and I’m hard.”
A soft smile spreads across her face. “I’m the same way with you. Well,” she tilts her head to the side. “I get wet instead of hard.”
Closing my eyes, I moan. “Don’t say things like that when I can’t fuck you. I really wish you wouldn’t have waxed yourself.”
She laughs, and I love the sound of her sweet laugh. It brightens my day every time I hear it. “You and me both. I read that being waxed makes you more sensitive down there and makes your sex better, but fuck that. It’s not worth it.”
“Is it not already great?”
“Better than great. It’s the best of my life. I’ve only been with one other man, but I’d happily…” she cuts herself off with wide eyes. Getting up from the bed, she walks into her closet, calling out. “We should get ready for work. You need time to go home and change.”
I follow wanting to know what she was going to say. She’s sorting through her work clothes trying to find something that I’m sure will keep me hard for the entire day. When she turns around, her pussy still looks raw as if boiling water had been poured on it without the blisters. It’s that bad and I try to hide my reaction as best I can.
“Maybe you should go to the doctor,” I suggest.
“If I had time today, I would,” she chuckles to herself. “Funnily enough I was just there yesterday.”
I look at her in question. “Why? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I went to see about getting on birth control. I figured with all the sex we’re having I should take some precaution just in case. I made the appointment before I knew.”
The thought of being inside of her without a condom does strange things to me. Never had I wanted to be bare when I was with someone, but now that the thought had been put into my head, I wanted it more than anything.
Needing to change the subject, I ask. “What were you going to say when we were in bed?”
Her cheeks pink as she pulls on a skirt. “That if sex is like that normally, I’d happily have that great of sex for the rest of my life.”
“That’s not normal.”
Her eyes dart away as she mutters, “I guess I’ll just have to keep you in my bed forever then.”
Keeping a safe distance so I don’t ravage her right here and now, seeing her topless, I tell Sadie. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that plan.”
Placing one high heel on at a time, she regards me from her spot in the closet. “You really aren’t like most men I’m used to hearing about.”
Crossing my arms, I notice Sadie eyeing me appreciatively. “What are most men like?’
“Closed down,” she shrugs before putting on a lacy, red, see-through bra. “They don’t talk about their emotions.”
“And how does that work out for them?”
“I don’t really have a lot of friends, so I don’t have much experience with girlfriends talking and divulging all their secrets about men. My best friend is gay, but what I do know is it typically frustrates the woman and there’s some misunderstanding.”
“I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings between us. I know what I want, and I’m going to make sure I get it.”
Slipping on a dark red silk shirt, Sadie walks to stand in front of me with a smile playing across her lips. “I like that. I like you, Tyson Jacobs,” she wraps her arms around my neck, looking up at me before she lets out a yawn and covers her mouth, looking a little sheepish. “Sorry, that Benadryl I took last night is still kicking my ass. Today’s not going to be fun, but we really need to get moving. Feel free to shower or whatever you need to do. I’m going to go make some coffee.”
As Sadie starts to slip by me, I catch her arm. “Are you not going to wear underwear to work?”
“Oh,” she blushes. “Yeah, until the seventh circle of hell clears up down there, I won’t be wearing underwear. It’s too uncomfortable, but I’m wearing a long enough skirt that I won’t be flashing anyone.”
Holy fucking hell. She’s trying to kill me.
“Is your goal in life to make me constantly hard?” I groan and let her by.
There’s no hiding how much she wants me as she slowly takes me in. “I think it’s kind of sweet.”
“My sweet Sadie, there’s nothing sweet about how badly my dick wants inside of you. It’s manly and rugged, and…”
“You are all man, Mr. Jacobs,” she pats my chest. Her hand lingers and she licks her lips. “But I still think it’s sweet. For the first time in… forever, I feel wanted,” she finishes softly.
Why did that asshole marry her if he knew he was gay? Does he know the damage he’s done to her?
“Hey,” I pull her into my arms and press my body to hers as I slide my tongue into her waiting mouth. I kiss her slowly and deeply, showing her how much I want her, and letting her know how much I care. Pulling back enough to look down at her, I cup her cheek. “It’s manly and… sweet.”
Sadie throws her head back and laughs, hanging onto me as if I’m her life line. I love to watch her laugh and be happy. At the office she’s always so serious. Hence the reason why she’s known as the Ice Queen. When she sobers some, Sadie pulls me down at the same time getting up on her tippy toes to kiss me.
My lips part and this time our kiss feels different. I could feel her give all of herself to me.
I’m breaking through.