Another step closer
I felt like I kept exploring new levels of intimacy with Aren, even though most twenty–year olds had already experienced everything I considered new at the age of twenty–six, going, twenty–seven. When I was with Aren, I felt as if I‘d been discovering the new me, and I had to admit that I was beginning to like mysell.
Would it be weird if I said that I enjoyed showering together nearly as much as I enjoyed having sex with Aren? It was sensual and crazily intense, My skin was hypersensitive, and the slightest touch of his hand was able to build my climax all over again. We stared at each other in admiration, cherishing each other‘s bodies. Observing Aren wet and naked was an insane turn–on. Once he combed up his hair with his fingers, all of his mouthwatering features were searingly emphasized. His black eyebrows, twice as visible and darkened by water, underlined the mesmerizing flame in his black irises, while his sharp–cut jaw increased the unspoken threat the sight of him sent. Every second of being close to him brought a new wave of shivers and heat.
Our peculiar meeting in his office filled me with a new kind of confidence. I knew that he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. The way he looked at me while we stood under the shower‘s water stream proved that. His perfect muscles tensed under the touch of my fingers, and I knew he wished that we had more time to pleasure each other, preferably the rest of the day and night at least. He was semi–hard even when we got out of the shower, and I couldn‘t hide the fact that my whole body ached, craving more of him.
Nonetheless, it was time to get back to our working reality, although I was now certain that I would invade his thoughts throughout the day, and that alone gave me an unimaginable boost of energy. Wrapped in a towel I wandered around his office, searching for my clothes. I collected most, and fortunately, they were still wearable, but I froze when I realized I lacked a certain part of my lingerie... “What the hell is this?!” I glared at Aren, picking the scraps of my panties from the floor. He grinned mischievously and licked his lips as he put on his shirt back. “That‘s proof of how much I love your pussy.” I blushed, struggling to keep the frown stuck to my forehead. “Would you please don‘t say such things?”
He stepped closer and took the shreds of lace from my hands. “Sunshine, don‘t try to act innocent around me” –and added, purring seductively,“or should I remind you how lewd you sounded with my cock inside you.” I gasped, helplessly searching through my mind to find the right words to talk back. I ended up letting out a frustrated growl as I put on the pieces of my clothing that weren‘t torn. Aren offered that he would tell Neil to buy me new panties, but I firmly refused. I couldn‘t even start to imagine explaining why I needed underwear, especially when there was a huge probability that he heard my screams and moans coming from his boss‘s office. I would definitely die of shame. I‘d chosen a lesser evil – I‘d spent the rest of the day without anything underneath my skirt. Aren loved that idea immensely. I wasn‘t a fan. I cursed him with every step I took around the office, feeling like an exhibitionist.
With losing my panties as a downside of our morning encounter, I had to say that it changed a lor in my relationship with Aren for the better. The first sign of that change was him letting me know in advance that he wouldn‘t be spending the night at home. He also started to actually reply to the text messages 1 sent him. If I wanted to find clouds to fit my silver lining, I would say that he merely enjoyed me as an instrument to have good sex, but I would be a damn liar trying to deny that I didn‘t enjoy him for that reason as well. I had a tiny little hope that there was more to it, but for now, I decided to stick to Miranda‘s advice, trying not to push and simply wail.
I had just walked out of the bathroom, getting ready for bed, when the phone rang. When I saw Aren‘s caller ID on the screen, I smiled and couldn‘t hide my excitement as I answered.
“Hello?” I sent my breathy voice through the speaker.
“Sunshine, I forgot to tell you that we have a lot of work tomorrow. Marcus will come to pick you up at seven–thirty,” he said, sounding tired.
My whole body tensed. “Was there another breach in the system?” I asked, presuming the worst.
“No,” he said, amusement audible in his voice. “We have... a different type of work to do.”
“Like what?” My mind restlessly processed through the issues I might have forgotten about.
“You‘ll see, but there‘s nothing to worry about,” he assured before alluringly lowering his voice, “Sweet dreams, beautiful.”
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