Affection

this is an excerpt from a larger piece I have been working on for some time now.

He wasn’t sure how this happened, or maybe he was, and he just didn’t want to acknowledge it.
She hungrily accepted his tongue dancing poetically with her most intimate place.

It was that red dress. The moment he saw her in it, his heart began racing. He wore a pair of fitted grey dress slacks and a button down that showed off his physique. She was impressed with the way his clothes fit, he had been talking about working out and dieting and she saw the fruits of his labor.
In a dark corner of Longhorn, they sat, both obviously a bit nervous. They had each made sure that their responsibilities were unaware and preoccupied.
His eyes ate her up. Her dress hugged every curve. It didn’t help he loved her eyes, and that smile. She had greeted him with a hug and felt the slightest impression of an erection to which she blushed.
After a dinner filled with laughter, they went to the waterfront.
She felt like a teenager, her heart was racing, his voice, dropping kind words and compliments kept her breathless. She had to keep it together.
“I know you say it’s not you I find beautiful, but you do not understand what or how i feel about you. I want as much of you as i can have, I would love to make love to you. I think highly of you and i have wanted to say these words for quite some time now. I am very much interested in that silky-smooth skin of yours, those lips,” he thought he’d explode right then and there as she turned into him and kissed him. Those lips, they were like a moist cloud, or a refreshing breeze against his own.

And so here they were, her hands clenching the sheets as his tongue dove into her, driving her over the edge yet again.
It was his turn, she pleasured him the way she knew he wanted, maybe even deserved. He watched as she took all of him into her mouth, making magic happen with her tongue. He panted and grunted as he held on for dear life.

They locked eyes as she lowered herself onto him. Instinctively he began kissing and sucking her breasts, something he fantasized about a thousand times over. She rocked and ground her pelvis into him, as he thrust upwards.
He wanted to change positions, but their lips locked in a fiery kiss and his hands slid down her back and caressed her backside. With eyes wide open she tightened, stiffened, her head back she let out a gasp of ecstasy as another orgasm ripped her body apart. Simultaneously she felt him convulse, he cried out her name as he released years of bottled up passion stored away just for her. He rested his face in the crest of her neck, hers in his, their breath ragged and warm.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! He awoke, startled by the aggravating sound of his alarm clock. Frustrated, he looked down and saw the affect the dream had on him. He got up, hoping he didn’t talk in his sleep, and prepared for another day working with this woman he loved… yes, he loved two women. He had admitted and accepted as much. She doubted he would ever act on an impulse, and he tried to reassure her that he would and could. Yet inside he had a deep level of respect and wished she would act on an impulse. So, he showered and replayed the images from his dream as he pleasures himself. He needed that release if he were to work near her and not try something stupid…. To be continued

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