Secret Affair Pt. 02

~One year later~

The cab leaves me a block away from his office. I expected to be shaky for this impromptu arrival, but I am oddly calm. I am just going to say hi. Nothing crazy, nothing sexual. Besides, he probably has a girlfriend already. He's a handsome, smart, and caring person. Who wouldn't want that?

Once I'm inside the company building, I ask the secretary for his office. Luckily, he's not in a meeting or a lecture. I cautiously knock on his shut door and wait for him to answer. I hear a chair rolling backward before the door opens and he greets me with a genuinely surprised expression.

"Marina?" he asks as he looks me over. "Is that really you?"

I guess you can say that I've changed a little. I'm wearing more make up and dressing myself in more cute clothes. My hair is straightened and long, a defiant statement to my ex-husband's oppressive control over my body.

"Yeah, it's me," I say as I try to control my breathing. "How are you?"

He still has the same effect on me. I'm paralyzed, staring into his beautiful eyes. To my delight, he brings up his hand and starts caressing my cheek as I close my eyes and lean into his touch as my breath stills for one tenuous moment.

"How long has it been?" he whispers.

I remember his mouth on my sex and it's enough to make me shudder. I've waited so long for this moment. How many nights did I spend alone in torment, wondering how he tasted and how felt inside of me?

"Too long," I say as I keep my steady gaze on him.

He clears his throat and glances at the floor. "I've got a new place. Do you want to see it?"

I could care less where he takes me; as long as I'm with him, I'll be okay. I smile and nod enthusiastically. In the car, we talk books and plays. I tell him how I met one of my favorite writers. I also tell him how I'm working on a book. We talk about anything but my ex-husband. When we arrive at his apartment, I can't help but stare at the family portraits. There's still one of me and Eric, smiling at the camera. The sadness engulfs me like a tidal wave, threatening to suffocate me.

"I still have that photo to remind him how much of an idiot he is for fucking it up with you," he says next to me.

I don't say anything as he hands me a glass of wine. I stare at the floor as he offers me food. I shake my head. He sighs and gently grabs my hand.

"Sit down, please," he says.

"I'll do whatever you want."

He blushes, making me smile. I tilt my head back and drink the entire glass of red wine in one single gulp.

"Isn't it weird that I came to see you?" I ask.

"I don't think so." He pulls back a loose strand of hair from my forehead. "You look so thin. Are you sure you don't want to eat?"

I set the glass down. "I'm rarely hungry now."

I can feel the alcohol swimming around in my stomach, working its magic. If I made a move on him, would he deny me? What if I pushed him down on the couch and unzipped his pants?

Slowly, I climb on top of him and cradle his handsome face with my hands. He's silent, watching me intently as I gaze back at him. I could tell him that I haven't slept with anyone for the past year because no one can compare to him. I can't find the words to tell him, but I can show him.

I kiss him slowly with fervor. I don't want it to be rushed because then I'll forget the way he tastes and moans into my mouth. I want the memory of my fingertips massaging his scalp engrained within me forever. I gently nibble on his bottom lip as his hands shyly roam my waist, dangerously close to my ass.

"I'm sorry, I can't wait anymore," I say before I get on my knees and settle myself in between his legs. "I need to taste you."

He shudders as I plant a soft kiss on his crotch. My hands are quick in undressing him, revealing his thick cock to me. I close my eyes and kiss his rigid shaft. He curses as I lick his cock from the base to the top. I look up at him before I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock and start bathing him in my saliva.

"God, you taste so good," I say before I swallow him halfway. "I love your cock."

I watch as he quickly loses control; his shaky hand runs through my silky hair as his thighs tremble. When I look up at him, I see that his eyes are half closed and his chest is rising and falling quickly. I close my eyes and take him in as much as I can; I gag on his cock and fight through the instinct to push him out. I breathe through my nose and open my eyes to see him looking at me with a feral expression.

"I need to fuck you," he says with a shaky voice. "Now."

I'm speechless as he slips himself out of my mouth and pulls me up to the couch. I let him shove me down and kiss me without abandon, making my toes curl and my clit throb like never before. My heart is a jackhammer against my chest, threatening to unravel me before he even enters me. He must sense my apprehension because he gently grabs my chin and caresses my cheek, soft as a feather. He brings his mouth to my ear and nibbles on my earlobe, almost making me scream.

"It's okay," he whispers into my ear. "I'll make you come so hard, you'll forget about everything else."

I gasp as he kisses me at the same time that he slowly enters me. I'm so slick and wet, he has no trouble slipping inside. I'm trembling as he fills my pussy inch by delicious inch. Meanwhile, his finger is gently caressing my highly aroused clit, sending shivers down my spine. He moans as he bucks against me.

"Are you okay?" he asks as he stares into my eyes.

"No," I say with a shaky breath. "I'm gonna go off any second."

That must be the right thing to say because he starts thrusting into me so violently and deliciously, I swear I'm going to come any second. And I do. I tilt my head back and cover my mouth with my hand to shield the guttural scream that escapes me. My other hand is trembling uncontrollably in his hair as my legs shake around his hips, trapping him against me. He grabs the hand that's on my mouth and bites my neck, hard.

"I want to hear you," he whispers against my skin.

So I scream until my voice is raw. I come again, harder and more violently. I can feel myself tightening around his cock and he groans in response.

"So fucking wet," he says. "I want more."

I lose track of all the times he makes me come. My arousal must be staining the couch by now. I'm not sure how long he fucks me, switching from hard and fast to gentle and slow. I'm sweating and delirious by the time he pulls out and starts jerking himself off, never taking his eyes off me. I growl as I swipe his hand off his delicious cock and swallow him whole again. He gasps in surprise and curses before his thighs start trembling uncontrollably.

"I'm going to come," he whispers urgently.

I moan in approval when his cum shoots down my throat in large bursts. He tastes sweet, just like I thought he would. Not a drop goes to waste as I relish in his orgasm. He is panting and running his fingers through my hair, making me feel cherished and loved.

"You...are amazing," he says in between ragged gasps.

He tenderly kisses the top of my head as I slip him out of my mouth. I rest my head against his firm stomach, closing my eyes to enjoy the satisfying, tranquil moment as he caresses my spine with slow, gentle strokes.