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"I'm just messing with you, but now that I know…" Cassidy pouts suggestively and pulls away from me.
She settles down on the lushly carpeted floor and puts some distance between the two of us. She looks over a file intently, reading through it more thoroughly than she’s done with any of the others before it.
“Are you learning anything new about what men want?” I ask her. “We’ve been talking all night about what women want, but I thought love was a two-way thing,” I say, moving to sit close to her.
Cassidy looks up at the ceiling thoughtfully. “A good man,” she starts, “wants to make the woman in his life happy. You know the saying: ‘happy wife, happy life’ ?” she laughs.
It’s a cop-out, but one I will willingly accept because even as a man myself, I couldn’t come up with a straight answer. What I thought I liked had never turned into love, but now sitting next to Cassidy with my hand slowly rubbing her thigh, I was starting to like something different.
She’s smart, delicate, complicated, strong, a tidy mess of contradictions. I find myself looking forward to unraveling every time I see her.
I move my hand higher up on her thigh and Cassidy breathes in sharply.
“You still haven’t told me what I do right. I’m not talking about the dates or the gifts, I’m talking about me and you,” I say in a low voice, whispering even though it is just the two of us in the room.
Cassidy shudders.
I am getting to her just as much as she's getting to me. She's flustered, trying to keep things casual and playful. In this small office, reliving every moment we've spent together, taking it apart second by second. We have spoken enough for the night.
I want Cassidy to stay, but I don't want to talk anymore.
My body twitches and my nerves are on high alert. The closer I get to her the less I think I can hold back.
"There is one thing you get right," Cassidy says thoughtfully.
"What's that? " I ask, feeling a spark reignite.
"You take control," she says. " You know what you want and most of the time, you go out there and get it."
My crotch tightens at the suggestion. I know exactly what Cassidy is alluding to and it’s clear that the theoretical part of our lesson is over for tonight.
"Show me," I say, putting her hands over mine. "Show me how you like me to take control." My voice comes out as a hoarse whisper but I know Cassidy gets it, especially as her breathing deepens.
She moves my hands over her body, moving around all the places she knows I want to touch. Cassidy moves my hands around her chest, between her breasts and over to her shoulders.
She avoids the soft, round mounds of her breasts, the hard nipples that top them and the sensitive nape of her neck. She tempts me, toys with me, but still her breathing grows heavier at my touch.
She steers my hands back down the middle of her chest, down her body and then to her waist.
I hold tight onto her waist as she straddles me and moves her body in circular motions in my lap, a simulation of things to come.
Her eyes flip open, her lips parting slightly.
"Look, Cassidy, I’m doing that thing you like," I laugh then press my lips to hers kissing her passionately.
My hands move back up her body to her chest. I cup her breasts in my hands as I squeeze, feeling her hard nipples pressed under palms.
"That’s one thing we both know you’re good at," she pants, angling her pelvis upward and grinding into me.
“It’s something you’re good at too,” I say, holding her steady and nibbling at her neck. “There’s nothing sexier than a woman who wants me as much as I want her.”
17
Cassidy
The pretense of this being any kind of business meeting crumbles.
The attraction between the two of us is too strong and we’re pulled together like magnets. All the times we’ve held back culminate in this undeniable hunger that can only be satiated by his touch. My body trembles in anticipation for what's to come, the physical manifestation of the love we have spent hours talking about or in our case, lust.
