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And I would have been content to stay there forever if my biology allowed it, but I quickly felt myself reaching my end. Once more I found one of my hands snaking between us, so I could stimulate that sensitive little bud that was no doubt aching to be touched.
One circle, two circles, three circles and a direct flick then she was trembling all around me, her keening notes barely muffled by her hand. The way she felt when she climaxed around me was unreal and I found myself pouring into her without a second thought.
I let myself stay in her, looking down at her flushed face and closed eyes with reverence. Something was happening, something that I didn’t quite understand, but it felt far better than it had any right to. Gazing down at the woman in my embrace, I knew that there had to be a balance. With so much good, so much perfection found within her, the downside had to soon be coming.
I knew I was in for one hell of a ride, but I didn’t think I minded all that much.
Beverly
I stared down at the calendar alert on my phone, almost not believing it. Somehow, someway, I had made it through one month and two weeks of being employed as an assistant with GSME.
It’d been a week and two days since Fitz and I had coupled on his desk, the NDA scattered underneath my bare ass, and we actually hadn’t had any free time to do anything like that again. I had been far too sore the next day -in the most delicious way possible- and then my period had rolled into town.
He’d been surprisingly sweet during it, bringing me chocolates and a fancy heating pad to my apartment then grabbing me some greasy diner food. It was almost like dating someone, except I knew better than that. No matter how floaty my heart wanted to get about the man I’d given my virginity to, I knew that we were just fucking and that was it.
Well… I also kind of hoped that maybe we were also kinda, maybe becoming friends, but I didn’t want to push it.
Wow. A month and a half at GSME. A lot had certainly happened, hadn’t it?
A shadow passed over my desk, pulling me from my thoughts, and then two small rectangles of paper were set down. I looked up, blinking curiously, to see Fitz standing over me.
I didn’t think it was possible, but he was even more handsome than when I had laid eyes on him. All sharp angles and muscles and masculinity. He made me want to bury my nose into his neck and breathe his scent until I was dizzy with lust.
“What’s this?” I asked, pulling my eyes away from him to look at the papers on my desk. They looked like tickets, but I didn’t recognize the name of the concert on the front. It looked like it might be a foreign language.
“You mentioned in passing once that you’d never been to the Opera and always wished you could go,” he said as if that explained everything.
I couldn’t help it when my eyes widened. “I said that to Jessica, once, when she mentioned a charity that helped underprivileged kids.”
He shrugged and for a moment I was overwhelmed with the gesture. Not just because it was nice, and I knew that the tickets were indeed pricy, but because he clearly paid attention way more than I had ever thought he would. If he had managed to pick up on that tiny faction as he happened to be returning to his office, what else did he know? And that wasn’t even touching on the fact that he cared enough to store away that little crust of knowledge like it was something important.
Abruptly I felt both very important and very small. Who was I to garner this sort of attention? This sort of care? I was just his young, fat assistant who he was using for release from his undoubtedly stressful job. That was it.
Then why didn’t it feel like that was it?
I didn’t have an answer so instead I busied myself with thanking him. “This is… this is amazing. It says its for tomorrow. Should I dress up? People dress up, right?”
He nodded and the discomfort from my questioning how he knew quickly faded. “I’ll pick you up early,” he said, ordering me about in that way that I liked. “I have a dress waiting for you at my place.”
I couldn’t help but smile at that. His gifts were unnecessary, but I got the feeling that he liked giving them as much as I liked receiving them. Like they were ways that he could provide for me like no one else in my life had ever bothered.
Wait. No.
I forced myself not to think those kinds of thoughts. Those were happy, lovey-dovey couple thoughts and we were anything but that.
