What will happen to it?
And what, if anything else, will happen to Laim and me?
Will I ever be the same after an encounter like that with Liam Thorne, when all I can see is that almost content smile on his face?
With a head full of thoughts, I put on my sheer dress again, planning to go to bed after a short shower. Somehow, something has changed, and I know I won’t be the same again.
Chapter Three – Liam
I wake up this morning feeling like something important has just been wrenched from my hands. As reality starts to set in, I start to understand that she was not really here. I was dreaming about her in my arms once again, but unlike before, I knew what she looked like.
I knew how soft her pussy folds felt.
I knew how pink her flesh looked.
I knew that her nipples were a dusky pink that made me want to put my mouth on her.
It isn’t the first time I have had an erotic dream about Anna, but this is the first time it felt so real to me. And I won’t stop until I have all of her.
Dragging myself into the shower, I wince slightly at the morning wood I’m sporting. I’m starting to understand why they call it morning wood because this actually feels like it could split something.
I smile at that thought, reaching out to give it a stroke. My fingers wrap around my own cock and I give it a squeeze, feeling it jerk.
But that’s all it does.
My fingers look wrong on my cock, and I know why that is. It’s because I want to feel her fingers, instead of my own, around my cock. A thought occurs to me as I turn the shower to cold and flinch as the water hits my back. It’s a persistent thought I cannot shake.
Why settle for less when I can have more?
I want Anna, and if she wants me too, then what am I waiting for?
She has been saying that she wants me, too, and that she has wanted me for more than three years. The times we have chatted and of course our little screen time show me exactly that.
But I’ve been holding back, now that I can finally have her, out of respect for my employee and also out of fear for what being with her would do to the company I’d built. But I know it’s futile to resist my feelings. I’m going to have to give in, now that I know just how much she has been wanting me to do so.
Of course, I’m curious to know why she chose now to take action, but I don’t want to jinx it this way. So instead, I will get her here and sort out the rest later.
When I settle down at my desk, my hair is still wet from the rushed shower, and my t-shirt is still clinging to my skin. I open our chat window and send her a single ‘hello.’
She is online and she has checked in to signify that her workday started at seven thirty, but she doesn’t really say anything. Seconds slowly tick by and turn into minutes. My feet tap the floor over and over again because I am feeling impatient and, if I’m honest, a little excited.
I switch screens after about fifteen minutes of waiting to the video camera and there she is.
All pale skin, a slight smattering of freckles on her nose, full lips and that cute button nose of hers I would love to drop a kiss on. She looks fresh without the makeup she had on, and I love it.
She is just staring at her screen with a small smile on her lips. Anna is the ultimate kind of beauty- she is beautiful but oblivious to the fact. Looking at her, the small smile tells me everything I need to know.
She isn’t ignoring me. She is just feeling shy.
I feel a smile touch my lips as I send her another message.
“You look cute today. It makes me want you even more.”
On the screen, she smiles and blushes for a second before her brows crease. She looks like she is thinking too hard and it makes me want to kiss that frown away. She types something, then deletes it, then types it again.
I am not this kind of guy, the guy that fills with warmth at the site of a girl, but Anna makes me that guy- and somehow, I am loving it.
She makes me horny at the sight of her alone, but she also makes me want to hold her close to me and give her comfort. It is a feeling I want to take further and see where it leads if she will let me.
“Like a child?”
I shake my head before I realize she cannot really see me across the screen.