I slide two fingers into her, feeling her gasp and squeeze around me as my lips close around her clit. I suck and suck and suck, fucking her pussy with my fingers until I hear her scream, her hips lifting off the ground and her knees clamping around my head.
And I keep going. Flicking her clit with my tongue as my fingers curl up, grazing the inside of her walls, making her feel every movement.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” she moans, her fingers grabbing the hair on the side of my head and grinding her pelvis against my face.
I give her what she wants, moving my lips back over her clit and sucking hard, plunging my fingers deep into her.
She comes, her body tensing for a moment before she bucks on the bed, her legs kicking out as she groans my name. I have to concentrate to keep my mouth on her, pushing her orgasm as far and as long as it will go.
“Stop… god… oh fuck…” she murmurs, even as I see her tense, feeling another wave wash over her.
Finally, her legs stop kicking, and I release her clit, flicking over it gently with the tip of my tongue, making her whole body jump. I pull my fingers from her, and climb up her body, pressing my lips against hers.
She barely kisses me back, limp on the bed.
“Hey,” I say, and she opens her eyes a little and smiles.
“That was fun,” she mumbles.
“No kidding,” I can’t help but chuckle. She’s an angel. I want to drown in the sweetness of her. “Want to do it again?” I ask her, winking.
“In a minute.” She wraps her arms around me, and I lay my face against her chest. Listening to her heartbeat start to slow.
I kiss her chest and she sighs.
We lay there like it’s the only place we were ever meant to be.
“Minute’s up,” she jokes a few minutes later and giggles.
“Yes, ma’am!” I say, sliding down her body to do it all again. She doesn’t say no.
***
“Hmmmm, is that mine or yours?” I wake up saying a few hours later to the sound of a cell phone going off.
There’s no answer, so I reach out and find my phone buzzing on the floor next to my bed.
“What?” I growl into the phone.
“What’s up your ass?” Kaine responds.
I lay back down. “Sorry, you woke me up.”
“It’s 3 in the afternoon.”
“Exactly, nap time.”
“Where’ve you been? You missed our 2 o’clock.”
“Shit, sorry. I er… got held up.” I sit up on the bed. Alone. She’s not here.
“OK, no problem. Just wanted to make sure you’re okay, I can’t remember last time you missed a meeting.”
I get up and look around. Her clothes are gone as well. “Um, sorry, I just lost track of time.” And Malynda, apparently. Again. Fuck.
“Fine. Jade wants you to come over for dinner tonight.”
“Yeah, um, sure.”
“And by-”
I hang up on him, pulling on my track pants as I walk to the bathroom.
“Babe?”
There’s no answer.
And no note.
I dial her number as I turn on the shower.
No answer.
The water is scalding hot when I step into it.
But it doesn’t take the sting away in my chest.
Her
“You can’t go in there!” I hear our receptionist yell and I look up to see Xavier storm into my office. I wave her off just as he slams the door closed.
“Don’t,” he says, slamming his hands down on the side of my desk. “Don’t you dare fucking disappear on me.”
The breath catches in my throat as I see his eyes staring back at me, his eyes as dark as I’ve ever seen them. “Xave-…”
He stops me before I can say anything else.
“No. Do not get up out of my bed after making love to me all day and just fucking leave. Do not do that to me.”
He continues to stare at me, dead center in the eyes. I stare back, and it takes a moment, but something flickers in the depths of his pupils, and I realize, it’s fear. It seems like anger, but it’s fear. And I put it there.
I get up from behind my desk and put a hand on his forearm. He doesn’t move but I can feel the muscle tremble under my fingertips. And it feels like it’s emitting the same ache that I hold inside me.
“Xavier,” I say, softly. He doesn’t say anything and his chest heaves with deep breaths. “Xavier,” I say again and this time he drops his shoulders, pushing up from the desk and stands up straight, looking down at me. “I didn’t just leave…” I start to say.
“Well, you weren’t fucking there when I got up,” he interrupts.
“Wait. Let me finish. I mean, I didn’t disappear. I… I wouldn’t do that…” He gives me a look that tears at me. There’s so much hurt in him. “Again.” I add, not that it matters. “I left you a note.”
“You didn’t!”
I take a deep breath and hope he mirrors it, but he doesn’t.
“I did,” I say, as calmly as I can. “I left you a note in the kitchen.”
His brow crinkles and then he sighs.
“Well… I haven’t been in my kitchen for over a week.”
“But don’t you walk past it to get to the elevator. That’s why I left it there.”
“Yeah, but, I don’t look IN it.”
“Well, look IN it the next time you’re home,” I smile softly, trying to break the tension. “There’s a note saying I had a meeting I couldn’t miss and I would call you tonight.”
He sits down on the loveseat, sinking deep into it, rubbing his palms roughly up and down his face and then grabs at his own hair.
“Fuck! Malynda. This is fucked up. I’m so fucked up.”
“I’m sorry,” I say. Scared to get too close, to see him this raw.
“It’s okay,” he waves a hand, dismissing my apology. “You left a note.”