“Give it to me!” she moans, lacing her fingers behind my neck and pulling me closer to her. I am off balance, there is only one place to go, and I am unable to stop.
She's tight and closed, almost too tight to take me. I hold back as much as I can, but I need to be inside her, need to feel her warmth all around me. Slowly, but undeniably, I bear against her, impaling myself slowly in her sweet, wet pussy. Her lips are open, her head thrown back. Still she pulls me closer, drawing me in until I'm buried within her, finally.
We move together, fusing our bodies little by little. Sweat breaks out between us and the noise of our skin fills the air. I'm up on my knees, plunging over and over again to her willing, pliant void, until finally I come, exploding in a white burst of fire and electricity that obliterates my entire body.
She wraps herself around me, holding on tight as I empty myself into her, finally free to experience this ecstasy.
For a long time after, she holds on to me, her body wrapped around mine. I kiss her humid brow, smoothing back her hair. Blue mist washes through me, replacing all that anxious energy with relief and bliss.
“I can't believe this is real life,” she sighs.
“A million times better than a fantasy,” I remark, reminding myself just how much better it is. What on earth have I been doing? Playacting a fairytale? When this was in front of me the whole time?
“A million times better than I thought it would be, yes,” she says shyly.
I push myself up on one elbow and stare into her pretty but exhausted features.
“You have thought about this before?” I ask her.
She smiles shyly. “Oh, maybe a thousand times. Maybe more,” she admits.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Well, you know… my dad…” Her voice trails off.
I nod tightly, swallowing. Ron. That's a discussion that I'm not eager to have. But it is a discussion I can probably put off for little while.
“What are you doing this weekend?” I ask her suddenly.
“Well, I have got work… and then, I don't know?”
“You are not working on the weekend, right? Can you get away?”
She shakes her head, a small smile of disbelief on her lips.
“Why are you asking me this?”
“Would you like to go somewhere with me for the weekend? We could be alone? Well… almost alone?”
A grin breaks out over her pretty features, dimpling her freckled cheeks.
“I think that I would like that very much, August,” she replies breathlessly.
“So would I,” I admit, pushing aside all the doubts about all hundred things we’re going to have to figure out on top of all the other hundred things I was going to have to figure out. It's going to be a security detail with a twist, but it feels like the right thing to do.
I need this. I really do.
Chapter 17
Dahlia
Friday refuses to end. I'm distracted and nervous, making stupid mistakes in my work. Every time Lori walks by me I jump, guilty and anxious.
Luckily, she's distracted by her own problems. I don't know any of the details of what happened in the board meeting, but it must not have been good. Everyone has been walking around on eggshells since then, and I haven't seen any kind of email about new contracts for any new business coming through.
And while I feel guilty that I wasn't able to make the thing with Kirkman a possibility, that was never going to happen anyway. I know that. Even if it had, it would've been a disaster for August, so this is all definitely for the best.
August is safe now. This is wonderful.