My heart was suddenly pounding hard. I licked my lips and walked slowly toward him.
His lips parted, and I could see his breathing was speeding up. I reached the desk and leaned against it. He stood up, and started pushing my skirt up with his hands. While he did that, I undid my shirt and let it slip off my shoulders. When the skirt was pushed all the way up, I wrapped my legs around his body, pulling him close to me. He leaned down and kissed me deeply. His hands were gripping my hips inside my skirt, and I could feel his erection between my legs. I rocked against him a little. He kissed me harder as he slid off my underwear. Then he suddenly stepped back.
"What is it?" I said breathlessly. I wanted him closer, not further away.
"Come here," he said, and held out his hand. I took it, and he pulled me off the desk and over to the window. He faced me toward the window, his hands undoing my bra. He slipped it off and cupped my breasts, kissing my neck and murmuring "The view's good, right?"
I could hardly think about the view with him touching me like that, but I nodded. He slid one hand down my body and between my legs, and I moaned. I was already so wet for him. I put my hand over his, trying to guide him, but he shook me off, and then took my arms and lifted them up, leaning me forward and pressing my hands against the window. Then he whispered in my ear, "Spread your legs for me." I did, shivering in anticipation. "Don't move," he said.
He let go of me and stepped back, and I heard him unzip his pants. Then his hands were gripping my hips as he pushed himself into me. I cried out in pleasure, and expected him to fuck me like he had against the counter in his kitchen, rough and fast. But instead, he went slowly, almost torturously slow. At first, I wanted him to quit messing around and make me come, but the longer he played around the better things felt. It was a slow burn that I realized was cranking me up to more pleasure than I'd ever had before. I felt like I was going to explode.
"Cassius," I whimpered, and twisted against the window. He responded by clamping his hands on top of mine, locking me in place as he increased the force of his thrusts. I gasped, and rocked my hips back into him. He grunted and thrust harder.
"Cassius," I said again, and then I begged, "say my name, Cassius. Say my name when you come."
"Deira," he moaned. "Oh god, Deira. You feel so good. Fuck!"
He screamed my name one last time as he came, and my own orgasm followed quickly after. Something about hearing him say my name in the throes of passion made me come even harder. I fell against the window, completely sated and too weak to stand on my own.
Afterward, he just leaned his forehead against my shoulder and held me. It felt amazing to be like that, in his arms. This whole day felt amazing. Eventually, he let go of me, only to pick me up and carry me back to his chair. He sat down, and I nestled against him. I wanted to stay like that for a long time, but then I realized how late it was getting.
He offered to drive me home, and it was easy to accept. I realized it was quite simple to let him help me. In the car, I fell into deep thought. Part of me was happy, and just wanted to enjoy all these good things that were suddenly coming my way. New job, someone else in Makayla's life to love her and look out for her, and, on top of that, great sex. The other part of me was insisting that it was all too good to be true, and that I was letting momentary pleasure blind me to all the problems that were surely just around the corner.
I let Cassius actually drop me off at home, something I hadn't done before. It felt risky, but so was having sex with him. And I couldn't seem to stop doing that.
Before I got out of the car, he put his hand on my arm.
"I was wondering..." he said, and he looked very nervous. "Can I take Makayla to the amusement park one day this week? There's this place I used to love, and I'd really like to take her."
He looked at me with his hazel eyes. They were soft and pleading, and incredibly hard to say no to. It didn't help that I wasn't sure I even wanted to say no to him anymore. It felt like saying yes to him was working out pretty well.
I smiled and nodded.
"Yes," I said. "I think she'd love that."
EIGHTEEN
CASSIUS
I was excited for the day at the amusement park, and from the smile Makayla gave me as she climbed into the car that morning, she was excited, too. I was dropping Deira off at work on our way, so I had brought coffee for her and juice for Makayla.
As Deira got into the car, she looked around at it in amazement.
"How many cars do you have?"
"Oh, I, um... I'm just borrowing it from a friend. I thought it would work better than a sports car." Deira nodded in agreement and didn't say anything else. I didn't tell her that I'd actually specially rented the car for the day. I'd picked the car with the best safety ratings, something that seemed practical. I knew Deira felt that my lifestyle was too expensive and flashy, and I was trying to show her that I wasn't like that all the time.
I was hoping seeing me in a family-type car would make her realize that I could be family-friendly, too.
It was just a short drive to the amusement park once we dropped Deira off. It was a local place that didn't have a lot of big rides, but that made it perfect for a kid Makayla's age. Makayla was pretty quiet once we were alone. I had downloaded the music she picked in the car the other day, so I put that on. She gasped, and her eyes lit up.
"This is my favorite!" she said, grinning at me.
"I thought it might be," I replied, smiling at her. "Should I turn it up?"
"Yes!" she shouted. I turned up the music, and she immediately started singing along. After the song ended, she asked me to start it over again.
"You have to learn the words so you can sing with me, okay?" she said. I wasn't much of a singer, but looking down at her eager face, all I could do was nod, and try my best to at least hum along.