"What are you doing in here?"
I heard him coming up the stairs. There would have been enough time to get out of their on-suite and into the kid's room.
"The kids are asleep."
"Okay, but why are you in here?"
Putting his cologne bottle back on the counter, I turn towards him and push my tits out. He throws his suit jacket on their bed and rolls up his sleeves, exposing those tanned, muscular forearms. Is there anything about that man that I don't find sexy? My gaze drops to his wedding ring. Well, not even that, really.
"I was waiting for you."
"Oh, did something happen today? Are the kids alright?"
"Everything went perfectly. They are little angles."
He laughs. "They can be. So what did you need me for?"
"Oh, I need you for many things."
He pulls up one of his dark eyebrows, which starts to have some grey in it.
He really doesn't understand yet. His wife does. She gave me dirty looks since the first time I came to work wearing a dress and platform heels. Not the proper attire for looking after a two-year-old and a baby.
Walking up to him, I'm determined to make my intentions very clear once and for all.
His breath catches as I step into his personal space, and his body stiffens.
I don't touch him yet, only lean in and put my nose right to the crook of his neck.
"Hmmm," I say as I inhale. "How does it smell so much better on your skin than it does from the bottle."
"M.. My cologne?"
"Mhm. Or maybe it's just your skin."
Breaching the last bit of distance between us, I press my lips to his neck. He heaves in a breath, and as my hands land on his chest, his close around my upper arms. But he doesn't push me away.
"What are you doing, kid?"
Opening my lips, I see goosebumps race up his skin when the breath of my words touches him.
"I haven't been a kid in a year." I can't help myself. My pink tongue sneaks out and licks his skin. He sucks in air through his teeth, and his hands tighten around my arms. Still, he doesn't push me away.
Emboldened, I reach up and open his first shirt button.
"Do you remember the first time we met?" My mouth is still at his neck.
"I... I think so. It was at your dad's company barbecue."
He remembers. I smile and press another kiss to his neck.
"You know, until that day, I was kind of a late bloomer." I move on to the second button. "I wasn't interested in boys or dating. Didn't have crushes or even fantasized about boybands or whatever." The third button, "But when I saw you that day, all my hormones ramped up and went into overdrive." Finally, I look up at him under my lashes. "I felt my breasts get full and heavy and got this tingling ache between my legs."
"Stop."
His hands leave my arms, and I press my palms to his chest. I can feel his racing heart. His breathing is heavy. His pupils are wide, and his eyes are glazed. He might hold my hands hostage but can't stop me from continuing my story. "I ran to my room, which overlooked the pool, and saw you pull your shirt over your head. All you wore were those tight blue swimming trunks. I watched you jump in the water. God, I was spellbound by how you threw your wet hair back and how the water droplets on your chest reflected the sun."
His gaze is fixated on my tongue as I lick my lips. His grip loosens around my hands, and I open another button. "I touched myself for the first time, watching you. And imagine your hands on me, your taste on my lips, the first time I ever came, I came to you," he jumps as my fingers graze his stomach, as I reach for the next button, "I haven't masturbated to anything, or anyone but you since."
I pull his shirt out of his trousers, which have a noticeable dent. Biting my lip, I look into his dazed eyes again.
"Do you want to know what I fantasize about when I play with my breasts and rub my clit?"
"Jesus. No." He presses his eyes closed, only to open them seconds later. "Yes."
"This."
I pull the sides of his shirt apart, exposing his tanned, muscular torso that moves with every one of his heavy breaths. I groan as I lean in, and finally, after all these years later, my tongue slides over his chest.
I feel wetness gather in my panties. My body is preparing for him. I feel like I have been ready for years at this point.
My hands join the exploration and slide over the ridges of his stomach. Soaking in the sensation of his heat and softness. I was right. It was his skin that smelled so delectable. My tongue slides through the batch of hair between his pecks and then moves to one of his flat, round areolas. They are firmer than I imagined, like pennies surrounding his little hard man nipple. I take it between my lips and flick my tongue over it.
With a groan, his hands close around my hips. I think a part of him still considers pushing me away. The rational part, which it is aware of the consequences this might have. But the hard length that dents his trousers and pushes against my belly overrides his better nature, just as I hoped.
My hands wander upwards, and I push his shirt off his shoulders. My teeth graze his nipple before I look up at him.
"I dreamt about that for years."
"God, damn it," he swears as he lets go of my hips. An instant later, his big hands close around my neck, jaw and his fingers slide in my hair as he moves my head back and his lips descend onto mine.
The kiss is explosive. All the chemistry between us morphs into sizzling electricity that makes my skin come to life. His hungry lips move over mine, stealing my breaths before his tongue dives into my mouth. I have to hold on to him, or my knees would give out. Sparks explode behind my eyelids at every sensation. His tongue tangles with mine. He tastes of mint and coffee. His grip tightens, pulling me even closer as if he wants to devour me. And I welcome it.
