lips reach for his, but his mouth eludes me. When he finally relents, his lips part over mine and our tongues play. His kiss is perfect, sensual and passionate, but soft. I’m so glad kissing is officially back in the agreement.
He pulls his mouth from mine and explores me, trailing his mouth along my jaw, my collarbone. I rake my hands through his hair as he licks my nipples, nibbles them, sucks them slowly, driving me insane in the process. I arch my back, wanting more. He cruelly pulls his mouth away, and explores me further down. He trails hot circles around my navel, and finally, his mouth lands on my sweet spot and I melt into the bed. “Open your legs for me, baby,” he breathes.
I oblige and spread my legs for him, eagerly anticipating the pleasure he will give me. He slides his tongue down my folds, and I arch my back and press my pussy into his face without apology. He doesn’t tease this time. He gives it his all. He feasts on me and brings me to heaven.
My heart beats forcefully as I reach my climax, ride the waves of pleasure, and finally come to. He’s staring at me, and I close my legs bashfully, feeling a little uneasy.
“Don’t be shy,” he teases. “I loved every second of it.”
I smile. “I did too.”
“I could tell.”
I reach for his erection. “Someone’s still worked up.”
His grin is playful. “Kind of.”
I slither down, and trail my tongue along his torso, all the way down. He groans loudly and I laugh, just before taking him into my mouth.
I haven’t pleasured a man like this in years. Not since Donovan of course. It feels good to give someone pleasure like this, and I’m surprised when Weston warns me after only a few seconds. I keep going, more than willing. I want to have all of him, including his pleasure.
We are stretched across his bed and comfortable in each other’s arms. “I have the best job in the world,” I tell him. “And the best boss.”
He laughs.
“It’s good that this is just a contract job,” I go on, “because it’s never a good idea to give your boss a blow job.”
“Perhaps you’ll get a promotion now,” he quips. “You certainly deserve it. Job well done.”
“Well done, and done quickly too,” I tease.
He blushes. “Hey, there was a lot of foreplay. You were driving me wild, naked in my arms and your pussy tasted so damn sweet. And let me remind you that I haven’t been pleasured that way in over three years.”
I laugh. “I’m just teasing. It was perfect. I loved giving you pleasure like that.”
He plays with a lock of my hair, and I reach for the silver pendant on his chain, a tree in a circle. “I love this. I never noticed it before.”
“I keep it tucked under my shirts,” he tells me, “but I never take it off.”
“It’s beautiful. Where did you get it?” I ask, thinking it’s probably a cherished gift from someone.
“I bought it for myself,” he tells me. “It’s an olive tree.”
“Nice,” I say. “You like olive trees?”
He smiles. “I bought an identical one for Mirella.”
“Oh…” I imagine it was to commemorate a special moment, perhaps lovemaking under an olive tree.
“She was pregnant with my child.”
“Oh…” Now, I’m really confused, and very curious.
“She lost the baby… she had a miscarriage. It was unexpected because she had passed the first trimester.”
“I’m so sorry, Weston.”
“The baby was a boy, and we’d already named him Oliver.”
“Oh, I see…” I ache for him. He’d already lost a small child, and then… Oliver. Now I understand the darkness I sometimes see in him. Like me, he’s been broken. He’s had to re-glue himself together, too many times.
I kiss his forehead.
“She still wears it every day too,” he tells me. “I see it in the pictures she posts, and it warms my heart every time, to know that Oliver meant as much to her as he did to me, to know that our relationship meant that much.”
“I’m sure it did. She obviously loved you as much as you loved her,” I say. “She had a very tough choice to make.” I couldn’t imagine being in such a situation. What would I do if I had to choose between Weston and Donovan?
“She did.”
I attempt to tame his rebel lock of hair. “Do you think she made the right one?”