because I want my mouth on more of him than I can reach from where he has me pinned beneath him but he won’t let me. “No Leah, I want to do this for you. Ever since you ran into me in the hall the other day, all I’ve been able to think about is my lips and hands on you, of being inside of you.” He reaches off of the bed to rifle through his suit pocket and he pulls out a condom. I arch a brow as if to say “Really? You were that sure of yourself?” and he shrugs and says “Hey, a guy can hope.” and I laugh but my body is already craving his touch, his mouth, and on its own accord my body arches toward his, wanting him inside of me.
He rolls the condom on and slowly eases his perfect, rigid length inside of me. We both moan at the same time. The feeling is amazing and intense; I want to stay like this as long as possible. He kisses me again as we begin to move together at a perfect rhythm. He stares into my eyes, making our actions more intimate than I think either of us has intended. I feel sexy and sensual beneath him. As I get closer to my climax I run my nails down his back and he moves faster and harder, as if answering my touch with his entire body.
“God Leah, You're so fucking beautiful.”
“Oh Steve, harder. Please.” I beg.
He gladly obliges. We come at the same time and we both let out a sigh. Holy hell. That was amazing. I haven’t felt a connection like this since Joseph. He collapses on top of me and we just lay there trying to catch our breath.
He pulls out slowly and kisses me softly but says nothing. All of a sudden my drunkenness kicks in and the room starts spinning a little. He wraps his arms around me and we’re cuddled softly together under the comforter quickly drifting off to sleep.
4 Steve
All I can think in this moment with the sun barely starting to rise through the crack in the drapes, is how good it feels to hold Leah and how much fun I had with her last night. I didn’t think I would ever feel this way about another woman ever again. I mean, I’ve tried dating since Janie died but I never felt a real connection with any of the women. It was more of a way just to get Scott off my back or occupy my time when Abby was away at the farm. But Leah, man, I can’t describe it. She’s tucked into my nook and we feel perfect together.
To think that all this time I was so unsure of whether or not she realized I even existed. Now I know that she did, and that I have the same affect on her that she has on me. Either that or she’s really drunk tonight and has let loose. I’m not entirely sure what has caused it, but I do know that I like this Leah more than the one who tries to ignore me in the halls of her office. I’m hoping that she was sober enough to not regret what we did last night. I know I sure as hell don’t regret it.
I wasn’t quite as intoxicated as she was but I know there isn’t even a chance that she didn’t want this, not with the way she was in bed last night. She wasn’t the reserved, controlled, polite professional woman I’ve encountered all of these times before. She was bold. She was brave. She was so sexy, so pliable in my hands that night. She’s been all I can think about all week and I know she had to have felt the electricity between us when we bumped into each other on Monday. Then again last night. There is no denying it. Our connection is practically tangible. I’m certain this is something we both not only wanted but needed. With that thought, that feeling of perfect contentment I drift back off to sleep.
The next time I wake, it is to a room full of sunlight that has snuck through the heavy hotel curtains and is now blinding me. Oh God, my head has a dull aching in the back of it and when I roll over to look at the clock on the bedside table it reads 6:30am. It’s not until I roll back over and reach for Leah that I realize she’s not in the bed. I wonder where she went, how I didn’t hear her get up. I get up to check the
He rolls the condom on and slowly eases his perfect, rigid length inside of me. We both moan at the same time. The feeling is amazing and intense; I want to stay like this as long as possible. He kisses me again as we begin to move together at a perfect rhythm. He stares into my eyes, making our actions more intimate than I think either of us has intended. I feel sexy and sensual beneath him. As I get closer to my climax I run my nails down his back and he moves faster and harder, as if answering my touch with his entire body.
“God Leah, You're so fucking beautiful.”
“Oh Steve, harder. Please.” I beg.
He gladly obliges. We come at the same time and we both let out a sigh. Holy hell. That was amazing. I haven’t felt a connection like this since Joseph. He collapses on top of me and we just lay there trying to catch our breath.
He pulls out slowly and kisses me softly but says nothing. All of a sudden my drunkenness kicks in and the room starts spinning a little. He wraps his arms around me and we’re cuddled softly together under the comforter quickly drifting off to sleep.
4 Steve
All I can think in this moment with the sun barely starting to rise through the crack in the drapes, is how good it feels to hold Leah and how much fun I had with her last night. I didn’t think I would ever feel this way about another woman ever again. I mean, I’ve tried dating since Janie died but I never felt a real connection with any of the women. It was more of a way just to get Scott off my back or occupy my time when Abby was away at the farm. But Leah, man, I can’t describe it. She’s tucked into my nook and we feel perfect together.
To think that all this time I was so unsure of whether or not she realized I even existed. Now I know that she did, and that I have the same affect on her that she has on me. Either that or she’s really drunk tonight and has let loose. I’m not entirely sure what has caused it, but I do know that I like this Leah more than the one who tries to ignore me in the halls of her office. I’m hoping that she was sober enough to not regret what we did last night. I know I sure as hell don’t regret it.
I wasn’t quite as intoxicated as she was but I know there isn’t even a chance that she didn’t want this, not with the way she was in bed last night. She wasn’t the reserved, controlled, polite professional woman I’ve encountered all of these times before. She was bold. She was brave. She was so sexy, so pliable in my hands that night. She’s been all I can think about all week and I know she had to have felt the electricity between us when we bumped into each other on Monday. Then again last night. There is no denying it. Our connection is practically tangible. I’m certain this is something we both not only wanted but needed. With that thought, that feeling of perfect contentment I drift back off to sleep.
The next time I wake, it is to a room full of sunlight that has snuck through the heavy hotel curtains and is now blinding me. Oh God, my head has a dull aching in the back of it and when I roll over to look at the clock on the bedside table it reads 6:30am. It’s not until I roll back over and reach for Leah that I realize she’s not in the bed. I wonder where she went, how I didn’t hear her get up. I get up to check the
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