House Sharpe 01: Waiting For Rain

Inside Dr. Sharpe, he felt real, whole, humbled, yet also appreciated. She moaned when he rolled his hips to brush her clit with each thrust. Dr. Sharpe grabbed his ass, but instead of smacking or digging her nails in, she held him closer and lifted her hips to meet his. Their bodies played off of each other until he panted with the need to release; yet, Elgin tucked his face into her neck to hide how much he wanted to go on and on, being tender and feeling loose. If this was a lesson in vulnerability, he loved it, and wasn't surprised that he called out her name when he came.

The surprise was that she said his name too.

Afterward, he went to the bathroom to clean up and brush his teeth, then returned to the bedroom to find her standing naked by a window. The room was dark, and the city lights dotted her body with confetti, while she lifted a champagne flute to her lips. Though in good shape, the lines of her body told the story of her age in her belly, stretch marks, and pendulous breasts. What he liked was that she owned it all, perhaps not because she was older but because she was a boss.

"You can stay, if you like," Dr. Sharpe murmured after he approached, her voice making music with the drowsy, drumming sound of rain. Smiling, she offered him a glass of champagne.

Elgin took the flute, but also held her hand and kissed it. "It would be my pleasure," he replied, and realized he, too, had been waiting for rain. There was no thirst like needing a dominant woman in his life.