Five hours later, Tasha stepped back and surveyed her reflection in the mirror. She smiled at herself, liking the outcome of her makeup. Tasha wasn’t one for elaborate makeup.
She liked to be simple. A light dusting of bronzer warmed her skin, subtly highlighting her cheekbones. She had applied a touch of rose-gold eyeshadow shimmered on her lids, catching the light with every blink. A swipe of mascara defined her lashes, making her eyes sparkle.
Finally, a touch of sheer, rosy lipstick completed the look, a hint of color that whispered, not shouted. It was a look that spoke of confidence, not in any way artificial.
Her simple makeup was such an elegance that complicated the deep emerald green silk blouse she was wearing, which she had paired with a tailored black pants, the fabric crisp and impeccably pressed, and a pair of sleek black heels that elongated her legs. She left her hair free, running down her shoulders in a cascade of beautiful waves.
“Wow,” she said to her reflection in the mirror, and turned around like a schoolgirl.
Tasha picked up her purse and walked out of the room.
It was the clicking of her shoes that made Blake look away from the TV, which he had been pretending to be watching since he returned home over an hour ago. Blake’s breath hitched as he watched her walk down the stairs.
The blouse and pants she wore clung to her body in the right places, but it wasn’t too tight though. He fought the urge to go meet her on the stairs, haul her into his arms and carry her right into his bed. Peel off every layer of clothing on her body and get reacquainted with every luscious thing underneath.
He wanted to sink all of his aching length of his dick inside her right now. As if to agree with her, his member nudged painfully against his pants. It had been eight good weeks since he had sex last. He hadn’t been with Cassie since Tasha walked into his house. The only woman he wanted now was Tasha…his sweet candy.
“Hey,” she said when she got to the foot of the stairs, “I’m leaving now.”
He took a deep breath and said, “alright, enjoy yourself.”
“I will,” she nodded with a little smile, oblivious to the turmoil going on inside him.
“Bye boys,” she called out to Jayce and Tyson, who were in the den, busy doing a jigsaw puzzle given to them to solve from the workshop.
“Bye-bye, mom,” they both shouted.
His heart squeezed with a wave of jealousy as he watched her walk to the door, opened it, and went out.
He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair. Despite the fact that they were not going for dinner together that night, he had come home early enough. Blake had struggled with concentration in the office since she called to tell him she had a dinner date with someone else.
He fled the office when couldn’t take it anymore, running back home as if he could convince her not to go. He had been wondering if it was a male friend she was having dinner with.
“Dad.”
Tyson’s voice jumbled into Blake’s thoughts, calling from the den.
“Yes, dear,” he sat upright.
“Please come. We need your help.”
“Okay, coming.”
Blake breathed out through his mouth audibly and stood up.
*******
Tasha was pouring hot water into a mug when Blake walked out of his study later that night at after eleven. He went to the kitchen and stood in the doorway.
“You are still awake?” He muttered.
“Yeah,” I’m doing some work on the computer.” She poured some chocolate chips into the hot water. “I need something warm and creamy. I have to finish up with the departmental stuff. The head of the department asked me to sort out some things with the grad student’s coursework.”
“I see.” he walked further in and stood in the middle of the kitchen.
“Can I make you a chocolate drink?” She turned around to look at him.
“Yeah,” he husked and gulped the air rapidly. “Yes, thank you.” Tasha tiptoed to bring out another mug from the top shelf. And poured some hot water in the mug.
Blake went to stand beside her, placing his hands on the edge of the kitchen countertop.
All of Tasha’s breath left her body as his body heat, mixed with his natural manly scent, engulfed her senses. Her hand shook a bit as she stirred chocolate into his drink.
“Here,” she gave him his drink, making every effort not to look into his eyes.
“Thanks,” he whispered and collected it.
“I’ll be in my room,” she snatched her cup of chocolate off the counter and turned to leave.
“Are you leaving?” He asked, feeling his hard cock twitching in his pajama pants as he talked.
“Yes…,” she took a deep breath. “I…I need to get back to work.” She said and fled the kitchen.
“Goodnight Tasha,” he hopped on the high kitchen chair. “Goodnight, Blake,” she said over her shoulders and walked away.
The longing and desire to have her expanded in his heart as he watched her leave. If his cock hadn’t been hard already, it would now.
He gulped half of his drink and poured the rest down the sink. Blake washed off the mug and spoon, and returned them to their places, not wanting Paula to get mad at him for littering the kitchen. Satisfied, he turned off the kitchen lights and walked out. He promoted Alexa to put off the rest of the lights downstairs and went upstairs into his bedroom.
He just couldn’t sleep. His mind was reeling with thoughts of what he would like to do to Tasha. His cock hadn’t relented one bit. He palmed it through his pants, trying if he could make it come down. Blake let out a sharp intake of breath, realizing his pre-cum had soaked the crotch of his pajama. He undid the pajama drawstring and pushed them down his legs.
“Tash,” he moaned loudly into the room as he took his cock in hand, slowly stroking from the base to the tip.