His name is Kema. I seem to remember it getting mentioned somewhere that you two are now living together. He just spends a lot of time at mine. I looked up at Estelle as she approached my desk, speaking now that she knew she had my attention.
Finance is asking for his file so they can start putting together his final entitlements. I fell back into my seat, stretched out a bit and turned my thoughts to Basil and our conversation. I wanted the man. But I was only going to have him on my terms. The burn that came from my just-ended relationship only served to reinforce my purpose. I was no longer unattached anyway. It was like I told Basil, I was currently seeing Kema.
His mouth covered my lips, kissing me deeply and hungrily, just as fiercely as I kissed him back. His hands moved restlessly over my body, shaping it to his and sending stimulating signals through my bones.
I quivered with the intensity of belonging to him in this moment, shaken by the rough insistence of his exploring hands. Kema eased me back down on the sheets after several moments of straining against each other, covered my body with his, and entered me in one smooth, inhibited thrust. Preliminaries were a luxury our mutual need did not allow. The leisurely savouring of flesh and curves, of muscles and bones, would be for later. Now, the race was toward fulfillment. And then, the moment came when Kema began pistoning into me with increasing urgency.
We were lying on our left sides, and his right hand had come around to grasp my erection, wanking me with vigour as he thrust from behind. It was three seconds later that I realized he had my body in a vise-like grip, as his body tremored next to mine. It was a very sated sigh that slipped out of me as he pulled me around to face him, planted a kiss on my lips, looked into my eyes and started chuckling,, a sound I very quickly joined in.
My, Dee, when did you get so nasty! She clearly rebounded on Marc Anthony from the great but messy love affair that was Bennifer. That marriage lasted just long enough for her to get knocked up, and then it was adios. He lived in a serene neighbourhood in Aguda and asked me over when my friends and I left the delicatessen.
We went at each other with the same inexhaustible intensity of the first time, this time falling into a deep sleep of satiation afterward. I woke up first to the increasing dimness that the setting sun had cast in the unlit room.
Kema lay with his face turned to mine and his arm heavy across me. I moved my fingertips in delicate patterns from the hair o his forearm up the bulky biceps and smooth shoulders, savouring the sleekness of his skin. I loved the weight of him, the warmth of his breath against my neck, and the feel of his chest rising and falling.
What are you doing? He blinked his eyes open at me. I hate needy guys. This is just perfect, you and I, right here. There was no need to hurry home, I thought as I shut my eyes and took in a deep lungful of his musk. It felt right to say them. I blinked rapidly at the bright intrusion, instinctively squinting to adjust my vision and stretching an arm across the bed in search of my new lover. He was not there. A weight was depressed on the bed, close to my feet.
I turned to see who it was, sitting up in the process. My eyesight was well adjusted, and I felt a little recoil within me when my gaze fell on a young woman. Seated, her slim figure was held up in a carriage that betrayed good breeding.
Her hair was coiffure in a pageboy cut, a style which accentuated a piquant face dominated by large, feline eyes. Her brows were naturally defined, and her lips were pale.
She seemed to have on no makeup, as though trying deliberately to understate her remarkable beauty. Her lips parted into a small smile, one that bore no meaning I could discern.