“No, my name’s John.”
“Okay, John’s taking me back to his place to show me his new…”
John interjected, “Car seat.”
I shook my head, “But isn’t your car parked outside?”
They both looked at each other and carried on walking. Others followed suit, but Nia wasn't standing for it. As she rushed up to one of the ladies and blocked her way. This could only mean one thing, which she was desperate. I didn’t think that it was as simple as her losing face. Something was about to fucking erupt and everyone better get ready for Nia to explode.
“I expected more of you. I can’t believe that you’re leaving like this!”
“Nia, come on. No one sees the point of us going to these meetings anymore. It’s lost. Come on don’t be so boring. Besides, Hunter looks as if he’s plenty of fun!”
She winked at me and then I knew that was the wrong thing to do as I rushed to Nia and grabbed her arm.
“Let them go!”
“I said, I’m sorry. How many more times do I need to say it?”
She started to sob, and I knew that she thought this it was all to do with the past. She moved away from me, probably to grab her purse.
I decided that we needed to put an end to this. She thought that I was living in the past, but I wasn’t. My family needed to get over it and by the look of things, they weren’t the only ones.
“Look, I didn’t do this to punish you.”
She looked around and saw that there was no audience. There was no one to rescue her from my touch. It was just her and I alone in the hall.
“There’s nowhere to run.”
“Why did you do this? You made your decision clear. You wanted to play sports, and I wasn’t important enough for you to stay.”
“You told me that you were pregnant. That you were at a clinic and ready to get rid of our baby. A lie. A fucking big lie and somehow, that’s always been my fault.”
She hung her head in shame. This was turning out to be a complete disaster. I did the one thing that I felt the need to do in the heat of the moment. I slid my finger under her chin, and she tilted her head back. Then she just stared at me.
She opened her mouth for a brief second, and I knew that she was going to say something, but I didn’t want her to spoil the moment. She started to breathe quickly as I came towards her. I loved the way that she seemed lost at that precise moment. I wanted to savor it, but then the animal inside me -- the one that had been craving her for so long -- didn’t hesitate in pulling her closer for a kiss. I knew that anyone could walk in at any moment. Maybe I had the same feelings as I did when I was younger. When we used to sneak around and meet. Knowing that this was my moment to take, I wanted to rip her clothes off and just take her here and now.
I parted her mouth with my tongue. I kept waiting for Nia to deny that she didn’t feel the same way that I did. There was nothing, no protest, just heavy breathing telling me that she wanted this as much as I did.
She smelled so fucking sweet and tasted even more delicious, and with her strong floral scent. It got my blood racing into overdrive.
“Hunter,” she purred as I drew one of her lips between mine. I started to suck on them gently. I wanted to not only make her moan, but scream my name. I wrapped my hands around her and lifted her up to the table. I growled as she pressed against my cock which was turning into a full-blown erection.
She was fucking sexy, and part of me wondered why she was still single. Why after a short marriage to some jerk, was she mine again for the taking? Then again, part of me felt as if she was always mine.
“You don’t know how long I’ve dreamt about doing this,” I started to lift up her arms, reaching for her breasts, the nipples that I loved to suck. I had to see, touch and most of all feel them with my tongue.
Shit, they were still as delicious as I remember them to be as I quickly flung her shirt behind her and didn’t waste time unclasping her bra and squeezing them with each hand.
It felt fucking incredible having them in the palm of my hands. She moaned as I started to suck on them. As if for the first time. All the memories of our time together started flooding back to me like a tidal wave.
“Shit, you’re so damn sensitive.”
She shook her head, “It’s your hands, they’re so big and soft. I used to just love it when you touched me.”
I stood up, “Loved?”
“Love.”