Oriana
Am I really doing this?
Am I really about to sleep with my boss?
Yes.
Yes, I am.
Yes, I’m about to throw away everything I told myself I wouldn’t do because right now, this feels right. It feels good and perfect, and you know what? Sometimes we all need a little bit of perfection in our lives.
I’ll be the first to admit that when I chose my panties, I picked something I thought he’d like. Judging by the way his eyes lit up, I’d say I did a great job. Dale can’t seem to keep his hands off of me, and I like that. Love it. Need it.
I’ve never been the type of girl who just goes after what she wants. Until a couple of weeks ago, I always played things safe. I made good, smart choices. I was careful and weighed every option, but now? Now I want to react because of how I’m feeling. Now I want to do things because they feel right. I don’t want to overanalyze every little thing.
I don’t want anything to do hold me back from what I’m feeling because this thing with Dale feels incredible.
He climbs up and sits beside me on the couch. Then Dale pulls me into his lap. It’s a gesture that’s both tender and Dominant, and I like the way he holds me. “Small” isn’t something I often feel, but right now, I could practically be a pixie. He makes me feel tender and tiny and magical, and I love that.
I kiss him on the mouth and the cheeks and the neck. My hands run over his hard abs and chest. Yeah, this is a man who works out. Not that I’d ever discriminate based on body type, but I’m not going to complain about the hours Dale obviously spends staying in shape. I like the hard feel of his body beneath my hands. I like the way he smiles a little as he kisses me.
He looks like he has a secret, and that makes me want to find out more.
I shift so that I’m straddling him. Then I lean forward and rub my breasts against him as I grind against his cock. It’s so hard even through his jeans that it must be absolutely painful. I can help him with that, but first, I want to take my time. I want to explore him a little bit. This is our first time together, but I think both of us are going to want more. There’s just something about him that’s so wonderful and patient. He’s so strong and determined, and I could use more of that in my life.
I’m just about to start undoing his zipper when he stops me.
“Oriana,” he whispers.
“Dale,” I say, looking at him.
“I like you,” he manages to say. “A lot. I like you a lot. This isn’t just some convenience fuck. I’m into you.”
Is it bad if I blush from that confession?
“I’m into you, too,” I admit, although by this point, it must be obvious.
“Have lunch with me tomorrow,” he says, as if that wasn’t enough for me.
“Of course,” I tell him. “A proper date.”
As soon as I agree that this isn’t going to be a one-time thing, Dale takes over. He stands and moves, positioning me so I’m standing and facing the couch. I lean forward and place my hands on the back. Dale uses his foot to push my legs apart.
“I want you open wider,” he tells me.
“Why’s that?” I whisper, even though I already know the answer. I just love everything that comes out of his dirty mouth and I want to hear more.
“Because I want to see this sweet pussy,” he says. He reaches for my panties and pulls them down, revealing the rest of my body. Maybe I should be embarrassed. Maybe not. I’m not, though. I like the way he makes me feel. I like knowing he’s looking at me and that he gets pleasure from this.
I shake my ass a little, and he groans.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs. Then Dale swats my bottom a few times before running his fingers through my wetness. Yeah, I’m soaked. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet in my life. It’s ironic, considering the entire reason we came back here is that I was wet. Now I’m soaked in a different way, but I’m not complaining.
I feel his breath on my pussy just before he starts to kiss me there, and my entire body tenses. I’ve never had anyone go down on me like this before and I’m suddenly a little nervous. What if he doesn’t like it? What if…
He swats my ass.
“Don’t over-think this, baby,” he says. “Relax.”
“I…”
“You’re fucking sexy,” he says, and then he starts licking me, and any protests I may have had leave my mouth. They’re instead replaced with heavy breathing and groaning because this is something I can’t resist.
Now it’s something I need.
Something I crave.
Something I don’t think I’m going to be satisfied with for just one night.
He runs his fingernails up the backs of my legs as he continues to lick and suck on my body. I grip the back of the couch as firmly as I can, but my knees buckle and threaten to collapse. He stands, wrapping one arm around my waist.
“I’ve got you, baby.”
The other hand finds my clit and Dale begins to play my body perfectly, bringing me to the edge, pushing me over the cliff, making me fall into oblivion, and I cry out as I come apart for him. The orgasm washes over me in waves. It’s so strong that everything goes white and for a second, I can’t even see. For just this moment, my entire world is perfect. For just this moment, I feel like the entire world is incredible.
And then I come back down.
My knees do collapse, then, but Dale catches me before I can fall. He spins me around, pulling me into his arms, and kisses me.
“You’re perfect, Oriana,” he whispers, and the crazy thing is that I believe him. We may have only known each other for a short time, but I believe him when he tells me that I’m pretty and that I’m perfect and that he wants to be with me.
“So are you,” I manage to breathe out, and he starts kissing me again.
A knock at the door interrupts us, followed by Audrey bursting into the room.
“Hey,” she says. “Look, I’m super sorry to interrupt you, but remember that whole busiest-night-of-the-year thing? Yeah, well, if you guys could come help me keep things under control…well, I’d super appreciate it.”
She disappears, closing the door behind her, and I look up at Dale. He’s got a twinkle in his eyes, and then he starts laughing.
“All right,” he says. “Let’s go save the day, beautiful.” He kisses me. “But I’m holding you to that lunch date tomorrow. You promised.”
“I promised,” I agree. I kiss him before I start getting dressed again. Despite being interrupted, I don’t feel embarrassed or scared or nervous. I just feel satisfied. Maybe it’s just the after-effects of the orgasm, but something tells me it’s not. Something tells me it’s just him. Something tells me that Dale and I are kind of, sort of, totally meant to be.