Sat cross-legged on the floor, she looked up, he was busy working and didn't seem to notice her presence. Her eyes drifted to his crotch, no tell-tale bulge, but even so, she bit her lip, fighting the urge to act on her instinct.
This was not the first time she had sat on the office floor, waiting. The silence was palpable, neither needing to speak, both knowing where this would end.
There was a knock at the door, she could hear her blood coursing through her veins, convinced that her heartbeat could be heard. No one knew of her presence except him. "Boss, when do you want that report by?" was the question. "Tomorrow would be fine" came the familiar southern drawl. Instantly prickles of pleasure coursed through her. "That damn voice" she thought as she heard the door close and the click of the lock. She smiled. "It's time" she thought.
"Hey you" he said as he sat opposite her on the floor. "Hey" she barely breathed back, her eyes shining with the joy of receiving the attention she coveted. "I have time now" he drawled; she nodded.
He caught her attention, his eyes staring deeply into hers. She allowed herself to be read, the feelings catching her offguard. She looked away quickly. He gently guided her face upwards, locking eyes again, he whispered "I want to make love to you". Again she averted her eyes, her mind racing, not knowing how to react.
"I'm sorry" he said, "It's too much isn't...". He stopped when her index finger touched his lips. She cupped his face in both her hands and gently her lips brush his. She stares into his eyes, trying to guage his depth of feeling, tears beginning to flow freely from her eyes as she realised the strength of the feelings he held for her.
They broke their embrace. He cups her face in his hands and brushes her tears away, tenderly. Bringing his lips to her, they kiss, eyes never break contact, their kiss lingers, barely touching each others lips. They kiss again. Deeper they taste each other, passion takes over as they explore each others mouths, pulses of electricity pass through their bodies. They break, panting slightly. Wanting each other.
She kneels, letting her dress slip away from her shoulders, revealing her unfettered breasts, the erect pink buds standing out in contrast against her white skin. He reaches out, brushing past the aching nipple, causing shudders to cascade through her body.
Gently he caresses her shoulder, pulling her towards him, bodies pressing together. She opens his shirt and showers his chest with tiny little kisses. She embraces him, naked breasts against the nakedness of his torso.
She runs her hand over his shoulder and down his chest, tracing tiny patterns with the tips of her fingers. She kissed his chest, feeling him shudder with the warmth of her breath against his skin.
He gathers her in his arms and gently guiding her to the floor. He looks down on her tenderly. His eyes speaking the volumes that words fail to say. She closes her eyes in response, willing herself to get past those three little words, toxic words to her belief.
His fingers slide between her leg, stroking her through her panties. Awaiting to hear the murmurs of her arousal and touch her warm wetness he was surprised when there was none.
He looked at her quizzically. Her eyes were closed, mouth slightly open, the picture of pristine beauty. The furrows across her brow did not distract from this, but peaked his concern. "My love?" he enquired concern thick in his voice. She opened her eyes, blinking as his face came into focus.
He looked deep in her eyes "
A single tear rolled down his cheek as he watched her leave, seated on the floor his arm reaches out to the closing door on the realisation of what is walking away, what he can no longer have.
Amaranth
4 March 2012
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