As she hailed a cab, she smiled, as she knew she’d be coming back tonight, and felt bad for wondering how soon she could come back to Paul.
Tina was shaking her head as Laura walked up to their table with a sheepish expression on her face. “That man is a genius. He sends you out looking like you’ve already been very thoroughly and satisfyingly fucked so all the guys can just keep walking.”
Laura couldn’t help it. She blushed and buried her face in her hands. “I’m sorry, okay? Please don’t be so mean.”
“She isn’t being mean, sweetie, she’s being honest,” April said. “I’m not even going to ask how things are going, because it’s obvious they are going very well.”
“Fuck that, I’m asking,” Tina said. “How’s it going?”
Laura smiled and then, without any warning, she burst into tears.
“Oh shit, you didn’t. Damn it, you weren’t supposed to fall in love with him,” Tina said as she grabbed napkins and stuffed them into Laura’s hands.
“Oh, dear, I’m so sorry, Laura,” April said. “I didn’t think that would happen.”
That got through to her, and Laura wanted to smack April. “Are you insane? How could you not think that might happen? He’s gorgeous, kind, scary smart, and he doesn’t treat me like a damn blow-up doll. You want to know why Kelly isn’t mousy any longer? It’s because he listens to you, asks you questions, draws out your opinion on business, and if he likes it, he’ll actually do it. He pushes you to learn more and think for yourself when it comes to business, not just what you think he wants to hear. He doesn’t just take from you—he gives back. Then there’s the ‘body of a Greek god’ thing and that he can make me come without even being inside me or touching my clit. I have no idea how he does that, but oh my God, how could you not see this coming?”
Tina looked up at April. “This is all your fault.”
“My fault? You were the one who practically blackmailed me into telling her about the job. No way, this is all your fault.”
A short squabble broke out before Laura couldn’t listen anymore. “It’s nobody’s fault. If it’s anyone’s fault it’s mine. I should have known better that very first week it started. He was commanding and very demanding, but he was also so gentle and sweet at times.”
“Are you sure it’s love?” Tina asked. “Maybe it’s just the really amazing sex. Look at me and Tyrone—I would have sworn on a stack of
Bibles the first year that it was love. Five years later and I’ve finally kicked his ass out and changed the locks this time. Good sex fries the brain. It’s chemical and shit; I read about it on the internet. I mean, it’s only been about six months. It’s really easy to be dickmatized in those first few months.”
Shaking her head, Laura laughed as she wiped away her tears. “I’m sorry about you and Tyrone, even though we all knew that was way overdue. I am not dickmatized. It would be nice if that was all it was. I know it’s love, I just do, all the way down to my bone marrow. Jeff, I can see it now, that wasn’t love. That was longing not to be alone and a desire to be in love. This is completely different.
“I’m sorry to bring you guys down. I didn’t mean to. I had no idea I was going to cry like that.”
“I’m sorry too,” April said. “Hey, who’s to say there’s anything to cry about? So he’s a little gun shy after one bad experience—who hasn’t been? If he’s as smart as you say he is, then he’s going to figure out that letting one bad experience prevent him from being happy with you is stupid. Don’t forget that’s he’s asked you to move in with him. That has to mean something.” April patted her arm, and Laura sniffed and nodded.
“You’re right, it’s early still. Okay, enough about me. So when did you kick out Tyrone? How did I miss that?”
“Hmm, maybe because you’re at Paul’s place more than your own lately.” Tina laughed.
The next few hours were a balm to her nerves. April and Tina were both positive she just had to hang in and give Paul more time.
***
With an eye on her watch, Laura unlocked the door. It was late, a little after midnight. Laura was hoping she could slip into bed. She had a feeling Paul wouldn’t like her out so late.
She was right. Paul was on the couch with the television on, but it was obvious he wasn’t interested in what was on. He wore only loose sweats, his chest bare. His arms were crossed as she came toward him, his face hard.
She unzipped her dress and pushed it down her body, allowing it to fall to the floor. Still he didn’t move, just watched her. Her bra came open easily at the front clasp; all it took was the lightest touch for it to fall to the floor. Laura watched his cock harden below the loose sweats, but he didn’t say anything or move. She pushed down the thong and went down on her knees in front of him.
“I’m sorry it’s late,” Laura said as she slid her hands up his hard thighs and cupped his cock through the sweats.
“Did a man get close to you?” He gritted out the words as his hands went into her hair and pulled her toward his cock.
“No, we stayed at the table all night. Just dinner and only one drink. Mainly we were catching up. Not once did a man get close to me. The feel of your cum inside me has had me hot and wanting you all night. I went to the restroom and my fingers played in your cum and I licked myself almost clean. Now I want your cock in my mouth. I want just the taste of you in my mouth.”
Pulling his hard cock from the sweats, she was hungry for the taste of him all over again. His hands were punishing in her hair, and he was fucking her mouth as roughly as he would have fucked her pussy. She didn’t care. She loved every minute of it. After these long months, she took him easily into her throat, even when he was as brutal as he was being now. She choked only once, and that was when he began to spurt in her mouth, but she recovered quickly and sucked him deeper until he was limp in her mouth again.
At last satisfied, he gentled his grip on her hair, and Laura allowed his cock to slide from her mouth. She rested her head on his thigh and lightly traced her fingers over this part of him that filled her with so much pleasure. She adored his cock, and although it was rare for her to wake up before him, often he would wake up to find her in the position she was in now. Her head on his thigh, her fingers lingering over his cock, gentle, as if she were committing every inch of it to her memory. The few times she had woken before him and she wasn’t studying his cock, it was in her mouth, and she was sucking him for all she was worth.
“That was rough, baby. I’m sorry.”