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Now what are we planning for tonight, Andrea?
I allowed myself a small smile, then quickly raced into the bathroom to wash up. Within minutes I was under the covers in my panties and top, staring at the ceiling and enjoying the fact that I had the bed to myself.
The thought of packing my things and racing home played at the forefront of my mind. It was teasing me gently, a little devil of a voice urging me to get up, quickly, quietly, and hurry. No one would know. No one would be able to stop me. Just pack and leave.
What then?
Anything, really. My parents had died two years ago, first my mother to cancer, and then my father three months later to a heart attack. Some say he had died of a broken heart, unable to live without his wife. Bobby had told me that our father had never been the same again once mom was gone. I believed him. The two of them had been the poster children for what a happily married couple should look like.
Unlike my marriage to Dennis. Which was probably why they had reacted the way they did to me telling them that I was going to marry him. My parents must have seen the real Dennis years before I had. If only they had pushed a little harder. Been a little firmer in their decision to stop me from making the biggest mistake of my life.
Although I knew their insistence would have only made me want Dennis more. I could be stubborn like that sometimes.
Bobby would welcome me back. I mean, what were brothers for if not support during a time of crisis? I knew Bobby had calmed down. During my parents’ funeral, he had seen the signs, had told me to come home, and I had just shrugged it off and promised that everything was fine. Everything definitely was not fine.
Dammit, even the people at work had noticed.
I wonder if Kyle Hannigan noticed.
I closed my eyes, picturing Kyle with all his manliness in my mind. I saw him clearly, tall and blonde, flashing me that smile of his while his eyes slowly took me in. I could get lost in those eyes. I could stare into them for hours, days even.
I felt a soft tingle between my thighs and let out a long sigh as my body seemed to drown into the mattress. I had imagined myself with Kyle Hannigan countless times; more times than I could remember. And I was willing to bet that every woman in our office had at one point or another. Sometimes I even pictured him when I was with Dennis, closing my eyes and replacing my husband with the image of a better man, a gentler man, one who would please me as much as I pleasured him. I had only ever been with Dennis, and I had never believed that I could actually cheat on him, despite the countless times he cheated on me. But it didn’t hurt to imagine. On the contrary, it was the one thing that kept me going.
I closed my eyes, and a picture of Kyle immediately materialized before me. Standing at the end of the bed, smiling at me, a look of lust and love mixed on his features. The way his eyes traced the curves of my body, every inch of
me hungrily taken in, only turned me on even more. That tingle between my thighs grew in intensity, spreading to the rest of me in heat waves. My breathing deepened, and I slowly opened my legs, giving him unhindered access to the one place I needed him the most.
In my mind, Kyle slowly undressed. I bit my lip as his naked body stood before me, every inch of him chiseled to perfection, the lines of his muscles gently interweaving into an entanglement of yumminess. I opened my legs wider, pulling my knees up just enough for him to slide in between my thighs. He took the invitation, crawling onto the bed and slowly lowering himself until all I could see was that gorgeous head of blonde hair.
I imagined Kyle to be gentle. To take his time. To keep going forever until he had me begging for more. In my mind, his tongue was like a silken piece of heaven, and when he’d pull my panties to a side and thrust his tongue between my wet lips I’d moan in bliss. He never failed to deliver.
Tonight, his tongue drew portraits across my pussy. Moving up and down, circling my clit and flicking at it, driving me insane. It found its way inside me, gently circling until I began to buck my hips against his face, slowly yet urgently. Wanting more. So much more. My fingers entangled in his hair, pressing his face into me, my clit rubbing against his nose, his tongue sending shivers up and down my spine. I didn’t want it to stop. I needed this to keep going for as long as it could.
And just as I came close to coming, he grabbed my ass with both hands, lifted my hips up higher and ravaged me with such intensity that my orgasm hit like a hurricane. Legs shaking, moans bordering on screams of pleasure, fingers pulling at his hair as my body seemed to stiffen and relax at the same time.
“That was beautiful,” I whimpered to the empty room.
But Kyle was there. In my mind, he was always there. I could see him looking up at me with a wide smile on his face, slowly crawling up my body until his eyes were only inches from mine, where our lips gently grazed each other’s, a forbidden kiss I wished could be real. I reached down between us, grabbed his cock gently in my hand and stroked it. Slowly. Passionately. Knowing that having him inside me would be more pleasurable than anything I could ever imagine.
He kissed me. Traced his lips down my neck. Squeezed my breasts and hungrily sucked at my nipples. My hand moved faster, a part of me wanting him to do it already, to stick his cock inside me and give me the fuck of a lifetime. I played it out, kept my hand where it was, and just lost myself in what he was doing to my breasts.
“Fuck me, Kyle,” I whispered. “Do it now, please, now!”
He pushed inside me with one long thrust, his cock spreading my pussy wide, my breath catching in my throat. He pushed deeper, filling me up completely, my pussy squeezing down on him in an attempt to keep him inside forever. He began to move, slowly at first, his every inch sending bolts of electricity through my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, the heels of my feet pressed against his ass, pushing him back into me every time he pulled out.
His pace quickened, his thrusts become deeper and faster, until he was pounding me for all his worth. I screamed in pleasure, lights flashing on and off in my head as he fucked me. His urgency turned me on even more, and I pulled him to me, hugging him and scratching at his back. The bed springs sang out in blissful harmony as we moved, and a part of me thought that he would fuck me so hard, the bed would collapse underneath us. He was good. Very good. Incredible, even. And I was hit with one orgasm after the other.
“Fuck me, Kyle!” I screamed, and he was more than eager to comply. I had no idea how long we would go, but in my mind, it lasted all night. He would stop in the middle, giving me a chance to catch my breath, teasing me with his cock before ramming it inside me again. And it went on and on, as if there would be no end to the pleasures I was feeling. I bucked my hips up against him, took him in deeper when I could, begged him to fuck me harder and faster. In my head, he was always willing to give more, to do more.
My last orgasm hit me so hard, I felt the world around me spin out of control. My head swirled, my eyes rolled back in their sockets, and my body shuddered. Waves of pleasure washed over me, embracing me in their warmth, the heat of my body forcing me to sweat into the sheets despite the ominous chill that lingered in the house. I felt incredible.
When I had finally caught my breath, I slowly opened my eyes and waited for the room to stop spinning. The lights were out, the only illumination coming in through the window from the streetlights outside. My body was drenched in sweat, my breaths uneven and my heart pounding in my chest.
I was gushing. My fingers were buried inside me, my panties now a wet mess I would have to change. I pulled my hand back, a quick shudder hitting me when my fingers grazed my clit, and I slowly allowed my body to relax. I closed my eyes again, allowing this short bout of bliss to envelope me completely before I knew I would have to get up and change.
My cellphone rang, the shrillness scaring me and bringing me back to the real world a little too quickly. I rolled over and grabbed it.
“Where the fuck are you?” Dennis screamed from the other line.
