hasn’t confided in me. She only likes to talk about
how perfect her life is. She’s never one to point out any flaws or failures.
She’s very wary of telling anyone that anything is wrong.”
“Have you even bothered ever asking her about us?” he asked.
“Well. Not really,” I replied.
“I think that you have the wrong impression of my wife. It
almost sounds like you and I are referring to two different people.”
After he said that, he moved from the sleek black couch he
was sitting on, to where I was sitting on a matching couch that sat
perpendicular and adjacent to his. I felt him near me again. I felt the heat
from his skin.
Robert Dorning.
God he was sitting right there next to me. “Umm,” I said. I
was at a loss for words. His sudden movement to the position next to me got my
mind reeling. What was I thinking? What was I doing? Did I have the nerve to
really go behind my friend’s back again? Did I really have the nerve to go
through with this?
“I can see that you’re hesitant about this, and I can
understand, considering that the two of you have known each other for such a
long time, but I really need your help with this.”
“I really don’t think I can go through with this. I mean,
you and I, that’s one thing, but purposefully going in to spy and gather
information, well, that’s a whole other thing.” I was trying my best to justify
things. That’s just what I do; that’s what we all do.
“What can I do to change your mind?” he smirked.
“Well…” I knew a few things that he could do right there. “I
still don’t know.”
“Let me see if I can change your mind about that,” he said.
He leaned in for a passionate kiss and our tongues locked.
My heart was beating a mile-a-minute; I could hear it pulsating in my ears as
his tongue explored the inside of my mouth and the curves of my tongue. I felt
him near me again. I was getting addicted. He looked stunning sitting there as
he grabbed the back of my neck and drew me even closer, sending his tongue even
further down my throat. I had to catch my breath.
“Wait,” I said. “We’re in your office. Won’t they…”
“They won’t come in, and they won’t hear. The office is
sound proof, and they never enter without my express permission,” he said.
It sounded to me like he had done this before. I gave him that
look before he grabbed the back of my neck and brought me in again for another
kiss. I could feel my legs quivering there on that couch. I was imagining him
entering me in that office. It was so wrong, but it felt so right. I couldn’t
help myself.
He ran his hand down between my legs and began caressing the
flesh softly at first, as he worked his tongue into my mouth. He knew exactly
what he was doing. He took his time with it, rubbing in and around, hiking my
skirt up so that he could get better access. I was dripping wet as his fingers
glided all over, finally finding their way inside. Those fingers felt so good
as they entered me, gliding in and out. Two fingers at first, then three as he
moved them in and out quicker and quicker.
Robert Dorning.
I couldn’t believe it was happening again, but I didn’t have
time to second guess myself because he was going at me faster now with his
fingers. I reached my hand down his sexy muscular chest and found my way down
to his pants, and I could feel him completely erect. I rubbed the outside of
it, as it swelled bigger and bigger. I could feel it just wanting to break
free, and enter my mouth. But instead, in one quick motion he lifted up my legs
and dove in between them, tearing my panties aside.
Heaven.
My head tilted back as he began licking me all over, placing
the flesh between my legs in his mouth and sucking on it, then lightly gliding
his tongue over it. I was creaming. He moved his tongue in and around, up and
down, then in and out. I had to hold onto the edge of the couch and bite my
tongue just to not scream in ecstasy. He kept going up and down