Chapter One
Nadia
Outside it was storming.
I was lying across my bed wearing a purple tank top and matching panties, listening to one of my favorite albums by Janet Jackson, while flipping through a magazine aimlessly as I waited for him to come. I hoped that it would be soon as he was almost an hour late.
Tossing the latest edition of Jet aside; I went to check out of the window again, and yep it was still pouring out. As if that had been my purpose. I rested my weight on my left foot as my right foot slowly slid up and down the back of my left leg in a soft caress of reassurance. My arms were folded across my chest as if I were hugging myself as I dazedly looked down onto the street outside my window.
I must have stood there a while; I wasn't really watching the time, I made myself not do that, when from across my bedroom I heard, "looking for someone?"
Relief poured from me like the rain outside as I turned around to face my man, trying not to show how I had been feeling only moments before.
He stood in the doorway still pretty much wet from head to toe. All I cared about was the way that he was smiling at me. It was a contagious smile that I caught and returned immediately as I walked over to properly greet him.
"Hey you" he said enveloping me in his arms as we kissed deeply.
I had fallen for this man two years before and I could not get enough of him kissing me. I finally pulled away to ask him how long we had together.
I couldn't stop grinning when he told me he could stay for a few hours. I planned to make good use of that time.
I skipped asking the questions I longed to ask, like whether or not he was hungry. I knew from experience that he'd either already eaten before he got here or he'd eat when he left.
I felt a familiar pang at the care with which he undressed and then placed his clothes on a chair near my vanity but as always I brushed off the way it made me feel the moment his eyes focused their attention on me.
I am the assistant photographer to the internationally successful Corey Jeon and hope to be a household name myself one day, so when I say that Joel is one of the most beautiful men I've laid eyes on I do know what I'm talking about.
At 6"2 and built like he'd been fashioned by the gods themselves; he wore his auburn hair in a low-cut, so that he had little more than a hint of it on his head. His eyes were what I loved most about him. They were a deep, forest, green. They were also the most intense eyes I'd ever had the pleasure of having focused on me.
He was still standing across the room near my vanity now. He was fully naked. His penis jutted and jerked while we once again made eye contact.
I crooked my finger in a come hither fashion.
His penis led the way and his eyes never left my face as he climbed between my legs forcing me to keep leaning back until I was laying flat back on my bed. I wrapped my arms around him and he rubbed his hard dick against me.
I could count the ways and reasons why I loved this man. It was definitely in the way he loved me. Like how, even though I was his in every way he still asked my permission. He didn't need to. It wouldn't have mattered to me but he did it anyway.
Against my lips he asked softly, "Can I have you?"
No matter how many times I heard him ask that same thing it always had the same effect on me. I always felt that my pupils must have dilated as a rush of hot liquid flooded my pussy. Our connection was like the lyrics to that song to me:
I want to know what love is and I want you to show me. My entire being had screamed that out at Joel the moment I'd first laid eyes on him and his answer from the very beginning had been yes, a thousand times, yes.
In answer to his question I nodded and lifted my butt off the bed so that he could remove my panties. As he pulled them down he also moved down the bed kissing me all over along the way, until he was on his knees on the floor next to my bed.
His lips began kissing my thighs then he moved his mouth down my legs and to my feet. Taking my left foot he put it into his mouth pulling on my toes with help from his tongue, all the while making me so very wet. He may as well have been pulling on my clit because I felt it almost as if he were.
After he gave my lower body attention his big male hands traveled up my body to spread my legs wider. I couldn't look away as his pink tongue licked at my pussy lips. I was shaved and smooth.
He teased me for a minute only using his tongue to taste me, but before I could go too crazy with need, he used his fingers to spread my lips so that he could eat my pussy the right way.
The first lick had me falling back onto the bed shutting my eyes as they rolled. I spread the fingers on my right hand across the top and back of his head to caress.
When I came; my body convulsed as my clit throbbed. His lips were holding it captive while his tongue swirled around it making my toes curl.
When he was finished I lay on my back for a second while he sat back catching his breath too. As soon as my body stopped its tingling I sat up on the bed just looking down into his face. He grinned up at me moving his eyebrows up and down in a playful manner. My heart clenched at the sight, because I loved him so much.
I started to move against him like he'd done me on the bed earlier, kissing him until he was lying against the floor. It was my turn to use my tongue to taste him.
I started by planting kisses all over his face and mouth then ended at his dick. I nipped at his balls with my teeth, which he loved. I sucked and pulled on them before starting to use the flat of my tongue to lick his dick until he could no longer lie still. It let me know that he had grown restless with my teasing.
I then took his dick into my mouth inch by inch until I'd worked up a rhythm that had him breathing hard and had his fingers tugging at my shoulder length tresses.
His eyes never strayed from what I was doing to his dick. As he came his eyes closed and his mouth opened on a silent gasp while his fingers gripped my hair harder. After that we moved to my bed and got beneath the blanket.
He pulled me close and I rested my head against his chest. It wasn't long before he was hard again and rolling on top of me asking his favorite question, to which my reply was what it would forever be.
His cock felt like it had been made specifically for me. I drew my legs up and spread them so he could have all the access he needed while he made perfect love to me.
We made love for the next two hours like our lives depended on it, after which he showered and took his time getting dressed again. I sat on my bed as I had when he'd come over, just watching him until he asked me to help him do up his tie.
He wouldn't meet my eyes as he made the request. It was always like this after we'd spent time making love, not out of guilt, I knew. He hated knowing that he was hurting me, but he had to leave.
I knotted his tie perfectly trying not to think about the wife and child waiting at home for him. I understood perfectly well that he couldn't stay so when I kissed him goodbye I didn't let on how much it killed me to watch him go. He left and I curled up onto my bed.
I know it's wrong and I should feel bad because he's married to someone else, but I don't and I can't.
I buried my face in my sheets that still held his scent and I let the tears I'd been holding in fall, hot and thick. I cried until I fell asleep.
