Chapter 03: Say something...
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It was five o'clock in the morning; Faith knew this because the buzzer from the alarm clock was blaring in competition with her cries. She was straddled over David's thighs, her hands running through her hair as she attempted to gain some kind of control of what was happening to her body. They had spent the prior night exploring each other in ways Christopher Columbus never even dreamed about.
"It's negative five below Celsius!" roared the excited radio personality.
David thrust up into Faith forcefully. She groaned as she ground back down in retaliation against him as hard as she could, matching him thrust for thrust. He was unwilling to let her take the lead and was digging his fingers roughly into her flesh. She leant down, momentarily loosening his grip around her hips, as she pushed against his shoulders trying to hold on.
"Don't put those boots away," the excited man continued to cry. "It's nothing but snow in the forecast, coming up next in weather after these messages!"
David looked up into Faith's face; it was pinched in a mask of pure pleasure. Her eyes were closed as she rolled on top of him. Her mouth was hanging open as she gasped repeatedly with each thrust, for air. Her breasts continued to sway in front of him, encouraging him to lean up and take a nibble.
"It's the craziest sale ever!" screamed a new voice. "I've gone completely nuts! You wouldn't believe how low the prices are -"
CRASH! Went the alarm clock from off of the nightstand, the plug had been knocked out of the wall.
Silence filled the room. David didn't want to hear about sales, he placed his hands back on Faith's grinding buttocks; he just wanted to hear her cum.
He pushed her down harder as he raised his hips from the mattress. "Don't fight it," he growled.
Faith opened her eyes and looked down at her lover; he had beads of sweat running down his face from his hairline, a look of fierce concentration on his face.
She bit her bottom lip as the tremors started. A gush of heat flushed her body. Her nipples; already hard squeezed painfully tighter, sending another lightening pulse of pleasure between her legs.
Dark azure eyes stared up intently into coffee-black eyes. Together they released a fury of passion that they had diligently created with their bodies through caresses and kisses, moans and whispers of forbidden needs.
As he felt the rushing warmth of her liquid heat he let go, twitching in his release. He swelled inside of her causing her to cry out as again as he climaxed, causing her to cum again.
Faith convulsed painfully around him as her body shuddered vehemently with her second orgasm. Unable to hold herself up she fell onto him, her nipples brushing his chest that was sprinkled lightly with dark hair.
She was trying to get a grip. She was shaking still in her aftermath, as she attempted to focus on what had just happened - what had been happening - since she entered his home.
It was early Friday morning and once she was able to control her brain and got it working again she would tell it to move her hands and legs and get as far from him and his stunning eyes, and his even sexier sexy body, and his amazingly sturdy hands and, and-.
Ok she just needed to stop thinking, period. His hand was running through her hair playing with the curls that started to form; due to the exurbanite amount of exercise and sweat they had produced throughout the night. His other hand was gently stroking her lower back, the heated contact of their two bodies lulling her off into the sweet abyss of sleep...
***
Faith jerked up with a start. She was alone in the bed. Oh -shit what time was it? She leapt frantically to her feet realizing with a start that she was still naked and- where the hell were her clothes? Grabbing the sheet covering the bed, she quickly yanked it around her. She looked down at her toga covered body, memories of college flooding her mind making her smile.
Ok, ok, let's focus here, where was David? She stepped hesitantly out of the bedroom passing a bathroom on her right with it door hanging wide open. She peeked in. Heated steam from a previous shower caressed her face. She turned the corner back into the living room, where she spotted her clothes neatly folded in a pile on the leather couch with a note left on top of it.
"David?" she called out. Her voice echoed throughout the house; no response. She carefully picked up the note and sighed.
Faith,
There is breakfast on the stove and juice in the fridge.
I didn't know if you liked coffee or tea so I made both. Also I washed you clothes, but unfortunately I don't have any underwear to give you unless you want a pair of boxer shorts, they are in the bottom drawer of my dresser.
To lock the front door; just punch in the entry code on the wall panel beside the coat closet. It's:4040
I will call you sometime today.
David
'Well,' she thought. 'This is interesting.' He would call her. Ha! She'd heard that one before. Hell she'd used it. "Eat and get out," the note read.
Faith tossed it aside and as she reached for her shirt her eyes focused on the circular object hanging on the wall.
"Oh fuck!" she groaned. The time eagerly clicked away increasing her despair. It was 10:24 am and she was two and half hours late for work.
***
"Paul, I'm so sorry. My alarm didn't go off and then my car wouldn't start and -"
"Let me guess? A group of crazed singing Baptists swarmed you and wouldn't let allow you into the building?" he smirked making a face.
"Um, n-no I just-"
"Then crying and screaming they shouted out, 'the end is coming the end is coming, it's time to repent!' "
"Paul." She said quietly.
"And then during the mass hysteria, you realized it was true! Jeebus was coming down from the sky in a swirl of clouds and singing angels!"
Paul jumped up for where he was sitting and began flailing him arms around in a wide arc doing some sort of imitation of what he deemed to be a religious dance.
Faith was in her boss's office attempting to explain why she was three and a half hours late for work. She stood, arms crossed, in front of his desk, staring at Paul, watching in amusement as he continued to dance.
Suddenly his swinging hips and arms came to an abrupt stop. Paul smiled wickedly at Faith and asked, "Is that about right?"
Apparently sense wasn't something gifted to you with age. "Yeah sure Paul, that's exactly what, happened." She smirked, shaking her head. "After enduring five years of your rants and crazy stories you still have the ability to amaze me."
They worked in a fashion office called Lee's clothing. Lee happened to be an alias for Paul's late wife Kelly, who in passing had left her thriving company is her husband's over-enthusiastic and somewhat erratic hands.
After receiving her BA in fashion and design Faith, was quickly recruited by Kelly and started her internship for one of thee top clothing designers outside of Europe. Sadly Kelly was diagnosed with cancer just as Faith's first year at the company came to an end.
Kelly fought painstakingly through her illness, more for Paul then herself. They had been married for eight years and despite-or maybe because - they had produced no children they were able to contribute unmercifully to their unbelievably thriving careers.
When Kelly finally died, Paul took control, leaving his business of Market Design to continue his wife's legacy. Only, Paul was last person you would talk to about any kind of fashion and at the age of fifty-eight you would think that he would have adopted some kind of style. Unfortunately Faith secretly suspected that Paul started the male clothing line not only to expand the company, but to also ensure that he had something tasteful to wear.
"Well, whatever the reason may be you're extremely lucky that the meeting was postponed by our investors." He said, "Speaking of such it's been moved to," he looked down at the papers littering his desk, "uh-ah yes, one thirty." "Now that's in the pm Faith, Eastern Time," smiled wiggling his bushy eyebrows. "Think you might join us?"
"I'll be there," she sighed. As she turned to walk away Paul called out, "Is everything alright?" "Because, if you need a sick day..." he trailed off.
"I'm fine Paul, I just had a hectic morning," and night she thought to herself.
