“So where are we going?”
He was driving more slowly than I was used to, but he looked good behind the wheel. I wanted to say more to him, something clever hopefully, but like always, my wit was gone when I was around him.
“I was thinking that we could have a bite to eat closer to home. I don’t live far from here and I had Marie make us a picnic.”
“Marie?”
“She is my cook.”
Of course, I thought to myself. Of course he has a cook.
“There is a great place on the property that you would like. The sun will be setting soon and it has a wonderful view of the sunset.”
I smiled at him then looked back out the window to avoid his eyes. I had told him about my love of nature only once, but he had taken it to heart. I tried to imagine him sitting on the grass in his suit, but I was sure that Marie had packed something in the picnic to prevent that very thing from happening. Looking down at my own dress, I was glad I hadn’t gone overboard. The skirt was a little short, and I worried what would happen when I sat on the ground.
All of those things were running through my head as Greg pulled off the main road and started to travel down a bumpy lane that didn’t have much gravel at all. It looked like it wasn’t used very much. If I’d been with anyone else, I would have been bothered by the changing scenery.
“Sorry about the road. I don’t come down here a lot, and I didn’t know that it was getting so bad.”
I just nodded, not sure what to say. We finally pulled off into the grass and stopped. I looked around at the small clearing. In the far-off distance I could already see the ridge that was going to give us the light show that he was talking about. It was a perfect spot, and I liked the dark look in his eyes.
Greg spread a blanket out to keep the grass and dirt off of us. The meal was light, but the wine was good, and as promised, the sunset was spectacular. I found myself leaning against his hard chest, and his arm moved around my waist. I was content in the moment, and when he leaned down further to kiss me it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to look up and meet his lips with mine. I felt an electric jolt between us, and when his grip tightened, I didn’t feel the slightest inclination to pull away.
He had me on the ground quickly, and all I could see were his green eyes staring down at me. When I finally shut my own, his lips were moving off of my mouth and down my neck. Each second brought him to a new area that delighted in the moist lips and occasional flick of his tongue tasting my flesh. Greg was driving me crazy, and only when his mouth reached one of the hardened tips through my blouse did I try to collect myself. His teeth made me cry out and then relax as he pulled away to open the grey silk top. His expression changed as he viewed me in my bra, and I could feel my face getting red with the attention.
“I knew you would be perfect, Desiree. Your name really should be Desire.”
His words didn’t help, but they were quickly forgotten when he unclasped my bra and pulled it off slowly. I tried to watch his face and expressions, but I was unable to. It was too hard to look at him when he was so ready to devour me. For the first time, I questioned if I was going to be able to handle his full attention.
Greg’s lips and tongue latched on to one of the bare tips and I couldn’t hold in the gasp of pleasure. His teeth were not gentle, but just when I thought to say something like ‘stop’ he would slacken off and lap at a reddened nipple. It left me going from a high, tense peak to a blissful valley that made me sink deeper into the blanket.
I started to squirm as his mouth moved lower. My eyes were looking up at the stars and I felt the brush of air on my legs as my skirt rose from his actions. I knew what came next, and if his mouth was anything like it had been on my nipples, I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to take it.
His hair tickled my inner thigh and I could feel heat on my core. Before he could even touch me, I was moving underneath him, urging him to me and inside of me. I was as ready as I was ever going to be, and the very idea of him down there sent my body into overtime.
“Please, Greg. Now.”
I could hear the desperation in my voice. I was caught unawares by how much I suddenly needed him. It wasn’t just that I was throbbing and ready to lose myself for the chance of an orgasm, but that I didn’t care about what happened on Monday. All I could think about was him inside of me, and I needed him right then.
Greg seemed to hear me and was quick to fumble with his pants. Sitting up, I opened his jacket and started to pull it off of his shoulders. Greg helped me until it became hard for him to focus on what he was doing. My fingers worked on his shirt and then touched the hard chest underneath sprinkled with short, springy brown hairs. I flicked my nail over his hard nipple and he gasped in front of me.
I made my own sound of shock and surprise when I saw how ready he was for me. Forgetting about the shirt that hung open on his broad shoulders, I reached out to take him into my palm. The skin was smooth and the rod so hard. Squeezing gently, I stroked him slowly, watching the pleasure pull on his lips as he shut his eyes. Greg wasn’t very loud, but his noises were like an aphrodisiac nonetheless.
He didn’t let me do more than stroke him for a few moments before pushing me back down and wedging his body between my legs. I felt the heaviness on my panties and then the heat as he moved them to the side. My hands gripped his shoulders and I cried out into his ear. He was too hard and too big for me. I was ready, but I hadn’t been as ready for him as I had thought.
My insides clenched down on the intrusion while my mind shattered. The culmination of the wait and finally having him was nothing to the feel of him inside of me. It was perfect. He felt perfect and I was lost. My arms moved around his neck and I pulled him down for a kiss while his hips started to rock back and forth into me. It didn’t take much to send me over the edge, and all I could do was hold on for dear life.
***
I was lying with my head on his chest, our bodies slick with sweat. My heart was just finally slowing down when his phone started to ring in his pants. The tone was off a little, and he finally roused me up to check it.
“I got to take this. It’s Tommy, and he wouldn’t be calling if it wasn’t important.”
Nodding, I fumbled for my shirt to cover myself up. The glow of sex was still upon me, but the idea of the real world coming back was enough to get me ready to get dressed. Our moment was gone and our bubble had burst.
Watching the look on his face, it was clear that it wasn’t good news. I was ready to leave when he got off the phone. “Thanks, Desiree. I hate to do this, but I really need to drop you off and take care of some things.”
“Is something wrong?”
His eyes, paired with the tightness in his jaw, told me that there was something wrong, but I didn’t press further. It was something that he didn’t want to tell me about, and I had to remember that he was just my boss, not my boyfriend.
To be continued…