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Christos.With no mercy or consideration for her dress, I took the advantage of her momentary silence to pull it down to her waist to reveal her highly pointed breasts and with a flick of my finger, I drew the cup of her bra downward before lashing unto a nipple with my hungry mouth.‘You beast!” She suddenly found the strength to insult me even as she moaned and my answer was to keep loving her with my lips, hands and mouth.I never knew it was possible for a woman to be so vocal in her passion. She kept moaning and shivering with the power of the emotion I was invoking in her.Determined to make her see and accept what was happening between us, I drew my hand below and even through her pants I could see she was all wet and ready for me.Trailing my tongue slowly from her breast to her tummy and waist, I licked every damn skin in my path and with a flick of my fingers, I had her panties down to her knees before she could process my moves.“What are you doing?” She finally became cons
Christos.Drawing my head back to take in the much needed air, I looked into her deep brown eyes.“You are quite a bundle of delightful surprises, yineka mou.” I confessed huskily and I could see the pleasure reflected in her eyes.This time around, it was she who made the move as she drew my head to her breasts. Cupping the fullness of her breasts in both hands, I capture the tightly presented peak in my mouth.I could feel the sensation of it all the way to her toes as she writhed under my ministrations with me sucking gently on her globes.At a point, she raised her hand as if to push me away—only it did not happen because at that same moment, I allowed my teeth to lightly graze her sensitive nipple and soon she was groaning and clinging to me as the smooth, sharp feel of my tongue and measured suck drew pleasure on the edge of tight, stinging pain down to her sexy toes.Maybe she knew or sensed my tension in the way I kept sucking hard on her globes because without raising my head
Christos. I heard her swearing softly in frustration and I raised my head up to see her trying to clasp back a wayward hair clip that was trying to fall from where she pinned it. For a minute I was almost distracted by the color of her hair which I’m just noticing properly since she always put them in a professional bun for work. But now, half of it is out of the clip and it almost reminded me of something but what it was, I couldn’t pinpoint it at the moment. Her little cry of frustration will not let me concentrate anyways and I soon allowed myself to be distracted. “Can I help?” I offered tentatively and I was not surprised when she swung to glare at me. “I will appreciate it if you will keep your hands to yourself from now onward, Mr. Fernandez.” She snapped with a pointed look at my stretched hand and I withdrew my hand and offer. ‘It seems we are back to Mr. Fernandez again.’ I thought wryly with a twitch of my lips. And yes, it’s funny that I can even smile despite the frus
Becca. I woke up groggily with bleary eyes, feeling intense ache in my head and knowing immediately that I had indeed had one of my worst nights. My sleep had been so restless with different events I could not even recollect now. If I had dreamt, then they were all a mass of fog in my brain. Turning slowly to my side to put my feet to the floor, I had to stop a groan of pain from coming to my lips. Walking slowly like a child who was just learning its first step, I moved to the bathroom, hoping that a blast of cold water would help clear my head. It did help, slightly, and a few minutes later I was standing in front of my closet wondering what cloth to select that would best match my mood. At the end of the day, I did nothing. Knowing full well that to even walk down the stairs would be more work than I could handle, I forced myself into an old long sleeve pyjamas and I crawled on the bed. Knowing full well that I had duties and I could not just shack them irresponsibly withou
Becca. Apart from the aching head and feeling intensely weak, I could feel the waves of tension that’s palpitating all over my body and I shivered. Pulling the extremely thick duvet to my body for warmth, I allowed myself to consider what might be the root of my problem. Christos Fernandez! The man that is taking over my head and soul as each day passes. Ever since he left my house yesterday night with those last words, I don’t know what it is but I have been unable to think of anything but that incident in the private library. The things he did to me were so beyond my experience and thoughts, they seemed almost like a dream. And the things I did in return were so unbelievable. I am finding it hard to accept it was me in that room, doing those things. It was as if a spirit possessed my body to do all that, because even in my passion during those moments, I could feel a part of me standing on the sideline, watching and wondering if I was actually the one on that desk. Moaning
Becca.How I was able to get up from that desk with the important part of my body exposed to his gaze is something I can’t explain and what is even harder to explain is how I got myself back into my favourite red dress that had now become an enemy to me from that moment Christos Fernandez rejected my womanly offering.Because yea, that was how I saw it. A rejection of what I was offering and all I could remember was different stories about men who always love to chase, but back off immediately their prey surrenders.Christos Fernandez does not seem to me as the type, but you can never tell. Can you? A lot of crazy weirdos in suits and glamour these days.Even now, I shivered as I remembered the cold that went through my body immediately I realised I was not going to get the satisfaction my body seriously craved.The fact that he had earlier given me the best orgasm of my life does not in any way make me feel grateful to him. It’s useless if he cannot go all the way and make me feel co
Becca.“What the hell is the meaning of this, Becca?” The angry figure in an impeccable suit demanded angrily, but before I could speak up, my maid spoke up.“I am sorry, Miss, but he barged in here before I could stop him, despite my explanations that you ain’t available to guests.” She said apologetically with a frown at the man in question.Knowing how forceful the said man could be, I nodded softly and I could feel the man’s gaze on me.“It’s fine, Mary, you can go back to your duties and let me know when the twins are back, please.” I murmured with a voice that had gone hoarse and after an intense look of disapproving dislike at the silent watchful man by the corner, Mary nodded quietly before leaving the room.Turning my gaze back to the man, I opened my mouth to offer an explanation, but the man was not in the mood to listen and I watched with open mouth as he went on a tirade.“I’m sorry for that but…” I started but he waved a dismissive hand of silence and I kept mute.“Is th
Christos.Running a swift look around the room, I realised some facts, which if I had been thinking more clearly I would have noticed earlier.The room was almost a total blackness and looking round, I saw that the light had been switched off and the curtains drawn closed, leaving just one slightly opened, to cast shades in the room for one to see lightly and move about.Turning my eyes slowly to look at the quiet woman on the bed, I finally noticed the strains behind her face and eyes and I swore softly. She winced and I knew she thought the swearing had been directed at her.“Are you sick?” I thought I asked softly but when she winced again, I knew I must have sounded harsh from the frustration of sudden concern.I saw the small nod she gave to my answer and I closed my eyes tightly. Regretting the impulse that had made me barge in here.With a groan, I remembered my disappointment and hurt when the HR had informed me she was not at work. Swearing softly, I had thought I could ignor