I let loose as the familiar tightening in my lower back signals my release. My balls clench up and I’m jetting into her with one guttural roar.
We pulse and writhe together, both of us forgetting where we are. She cries out with her release, her involuntary spasms milking everything out of me. My cum, my ability to form coherent thought. Everything.
I love this woman. I do. I’ve never loved anyone else. I never will.
18
Martha
The way Miles holds me after our mind-blowing, nearly back-breaking fuck in the restroom at his office told me everything he wasn’t letting himself say.
It’s okay. He’ll say what he needs to say when he’s ready.
And the
way he kisses me is better than words. Miles delivers sweet, tender kisses all over my face. My chin, my lips, my nose, my forehead, my eyelids. I’m spent, but my body and soul still swoon under his tenderness.
When I open my eyes again, my bra is back to doing the job of holding up my breasts, my shirt is buttoned and my skirt is smoothed back down to where it started this morning.
Miles lifts me off the countertop and sets me gently on the floor, my arms still circling his neck. I weave my fingers through the short wavy hair at the back of his head while he leans down to touch our foreheads together. Both of us are still shaking and catching our breath.
“That was fun but I like being close to your face.”
“Yeah?” he says with a boyish grin.
“Yeah…you smell good and I like your lips and your scruff and your teeth and your tongue.”
“Next time we’ll just kiss and cuddle on the sofa then,” he threatens and gives me a deep, loving kiss.
I laugh. “Well, I’m pretty hooked on the Big D now too, so don’t think about taking that away from me.”
The kissing, laughing and petting continue until a thud on the door yanks us back to reality.
“Occupied!” Miles shouts.
The person knocking on the door then speaks. “McRae, I’ll see you in my office in five minutes, please.”
Miles’s expression changes to one of terror and guilt. I know that look. I see that look every time I catch a student in the act of doing something to get them suspended.
He grits out, “Yes, ma’am.”
I cover my mouth. “I’ve gotten you in trouble with the partners, haven’t I?”
He shakes his head but his expression does not change.
“No, you’ve done nothing wrong. I just have to get you out of here with your dignity intact, so hold tight,” he tells me, pecking his lips against my cheeks, hair, hands.
In the end, he waits a minute and peeks his head out the door. “Coast is clear, you go to the right, toward the side stairs and I’ll go to Garcia’s office and accept my fate.”
“What’s she going to do to you?” I ask warily.
Miles kisses me again, firmly, ardently, reassuring me that, “Everything is going to be all right. I’ll call you tonight.”
On the way home, I make a decision. I can’t continue with this case. I’ve stood my ground long enough. I’m going to leave the statue where it is.
19
Miles