Her taste was still in my mouth as I went down to City Hall to talk to the zoning department. I was hoping to get special permission for a project, but I knew that there were already people who were against the idea of a youth group in downtown. It was an upscale neighborhood and it was zoned for residential only. I was going to have to convince them to bend the rules a bit.
It didn’t matter, though. I wasn’t nervous about these kinds of meetings, but I did feel a little more pushed to get it done sooner. I wanted Nicola more than I could even describe, and I knew that I had to get back to her before I went insane.
That meant that the meeting had to go well and it had to go quick. There were only another couple of hours until lunchtime, and what was on my menu made me feel even more rushed. I was starting to think that if I got back early, I’d be happy to go for brunch instead.
“Davy told me to talk to you, Aaron. I was hoping that we could come to some kind of agreement and get it worked out. It is for a good cause, and the amount of money I am willing to pay for you to look the other way is a lot.”
The redheaded man who I’d bargained with before started to look nervous when I started to talk about money. My radar went up a little and I had to wonder what I was going to have to do this time to get my way.
“It’s not that easy this time, Jerold. It’s not like the last project that was on the outskirts of town. The location that you have given me is right downtown. There are gated communities within walking distance, and the last thing that they are going to want is a lot of rough and tumble kids getting bused into their neighborhood.”
Aaron was not seeing my point. I didn’t know if he was trying to squeeze more money out of me or what, but I was getting increasingly aggravated with the whole situation.
“There are several projects that the city needs money for. If I don’t get my zoning for this, I will not be helping out with other things that the board wants. You need to make this work.”
His eyes got a little big. I knew I was being a bit more aggressive than what a man like him was used to. I was usually so calm, but I knew it was the woman at my office that was making me feel more and more on edge. I licked my lips again, hoping that I would get another taste of her sweetness.
Aaron came around pretty quickly. I didn’t need to do anything but wait him out. I had promised a lot of money to the city, and I think he was well aware what would happen to the earmarked money if I didn’t get my way. I hadn’t gotten where I was by being a pushover. After a time, I got the zoning committee to do exactly what I wanted them to do.
Driving back to the office, my spirits were high. I was hoping to catch Nicola in the kitchen. I went to see her before I went up to my own floor, but she was nowhere in sight. I was worried that maybe I had scared her off. What if I was moving too fast? I was trying not to, but I’d had to literally drag myself away from her before. What if she didn’t want me and I had ruined it all? I hadn’t expected her to make me check her, and I certainly hadn’t been expecting her to be so damn wet. Now all I could think about was her. I looked for Connie to see if she knew where our new in-house chef was. I was starving and I knew that she was the only thing that I needed.
It was almost an hour until I gave up looking and went back to my office. My stomach was grumbling and I was in a horrible mood. When I heard the familiar knock at the door and looked up at the clock, it was noon on the dot. All of that time I had spent searching for her, and all I’d needed to do was just wait. She was starting to become very obedient, and it made me realize that I had been right: she was perfect.
“Sir, I was bringing you your lunch. Where would you like me to put it?”
I moved the paperwork to the side and motioned to the place on my desk right in front of me. I saw her questioning look, but I waited for her. It was time to play, and the food she put there was not what I had in mind.
“That is not what I want for lunch, Nicola.”
She blanched a little and moved it away. “What would you like, Jerold? I’ll go whip it up for you if you just tell me.”
Standing up, I told her to put the dishes down on the table. She was slow to do so, hiding behind the glass as if it would keep her safe from me. “I want another taste.”
Her eyes moved down and I reminded her to put the dishes down. They were some kind of shield to her, and I didn’t want anything else in my way. When she finally did as I told her, I could tell she was not sure what would come next. I patted the edge of the desk like I had done to my lap earlier. Once again, there were a few moments where I wasn’t sure if she was going to go along with me. When she finally slid her backside onto the desk, I knew that she was mine.
“Are you still nice and wet for me?”
She didn’t answer, but her thighs moved together to let me pull her skirt up. Her panties were still gone, and I could tell just from the sight that she was dripping wet. Her legs shook as I opened her back up and was then able to see every last bit of her. The smooth skin under my palm was tan. I started kissing her thighs, moving the chair closer to her. I had no intention of being rushed, and when she realized what I was aiming for, the tension underneath my fingertips was palpable.
Taking my first lick of her center, I watched her face. The expression got darker and her eyes were closing, her head falling back in pleasure. The taste was overwhelming to my senses, and before I knew it I had pulled her to me and was feasting on her flesh like it was the last thing in the world. Her noises grew louder and louder, but I only stopped when I finally tasted the first flood of fluid from inside of her. Nicola was writhing underneath me, and watching her was my undoing. Gripping her hips, I pulled her closer and sucked hard on the engorged clit.
Nicola cried out, and it was my name on her lips. The sound made my own need become blinding. I had to pull away from her, gasping for breath and trying to get control over myself. Didn’t she know how sweet she was?
It took her some time to recover. My own need throbbed hard in my pants and I could think of nothing that I wanted more than to slam the rest of me into her. I was so hard it hurt, but I knew that I had to keep part of myself away from her. I was moving too fast, and not just for her. I was moving too fast for me, and I had a feeling that getting lost in her was a real possibility.