Be a Doll(50)

My eyes fell closed. I shivered and parted my lips wider as soon as his mouth was on mine. Where I had thought the kiss from last night was incredibly lust-filled, this one was something else entirely. The storm made of heat waves crashed so low in my belly that my core clenched repeatedly, as if trying to mimic the movements I wanted Mathis to do with me, inside of me. My blood didn’t just rush through my veins and furthering the heat sensation going through my body, it boiled until a light sheen of sweat appeared on my brow line and at the nape of my neck, his hands still lost through my mane of hair, keeping me there. My hands shook on his shoulders, belaying the tension mounting inside me and the explosion of emotions going off inside me.

But strangely, my mind was empty of anything that didn’t have anything to do with what my husband was doing to me at that very moment. Nothing else mattered and I had no worries whatsoever.

It was incredibly freeing.

It was heady.

It made me want to kiss him forever.

I moaned in his mouth when his teeth sank in my pillowy lower lip and I pushed against him, trying to get closer to him and feel his firm chest flat against my heavy breasts in hopes it could relieve me of the need to feel his big hands on them.

But like everything with Mathis Grimes, he wouldn’t let me.

He did the very opposite to what I wanted and broke the kiss. I opened my eyes and stared at him through heavy lids. I was met with his dazed look and my stupid heart did something strange like cartwheels in my chest.

Both of us heaving, our hands still on each other, we didn’t move for a few seconds until his hands left my hair to stop at my shoulders. He put pressure on them until I leaned back.

Somewhere, somehow, I was aware that I should be slightly self-conscious to be sprawled on the couch in my husband’s office during lunch break with my hair probably a mess and my clothes askew while, and with just a quick glance down his incredible body, my husband sported a very impressive erection tenting his smart slacks. But I didn’t care that we were in his office. I didn’t care if people would be back to their cubicles and offices close by. I didn’t care if doubts would creep in later on once the madness evaporated.

All I cared about was the fire burning inside me, a fire that had nothing to do with self-preservation or surviving instincts for once. That fire was the promise of sex. It was also the promise of my demise.

Lying on the couch with my legs still on the floor, I stared at Mathis. His chest expended with each of his hard breaths, stretching his white button-down to its limits. His cheeks usually fair like the rest of his skin were now flushed. It was yet another sign of his desire, the pleasure he wanted to seek. It was further proof that no matter how brash I was with him, he still wanted me. For some reason it was important to me and it made me want him more.

With a possessive hand, he hiked up my skirt and grabbed my right leg under my thigh, his fingers dangerously high, and pulled it on the couch before hovering over me.

First, we weren’t touching elsewhere but our legs. My naked legs brushed against the fabric of his dark slacks and even though I perceived his heat underneath, it wasn’t enough.

Then, he put more weight on his forearms on either side of my face and dropped over me. That’s when it became harder to keep quiet and still.

His hard cock pushed into me, right where my clit was so sensitive that I knew I didn’t need much to come. I bit my lower lip to keep most of my moan inside, but it was a futile attempt. A low sound passed through my lips anyway and it conjured up his trademark smirk. I couldn’t look away from his mouth.

“The sounds you make…’’ he said hoarsely barely above a whisper and trailed off. “How you feel underneath me…’’ He shook his head then and his dimple deepened. He pushed his hard cock into me once again, giving me a brief idea of what to expect without the obstruction of our clothes and it stole my breath as my heart stuttered. His own breathing accelerated again and his brows bunched over the dark pool of his eyes.

But beyond the way his erection felt against me, it was the way his big body covered me completely that had me surrendering and without any restriction as if my complaints and vows from a few days ago and reiterated that very morning, had never occurred.

My eyes on his, my lip between my teeth, my hips moving with his, the pleasure was so intense sounds escaped me without me noticing until he put a hand forcefully over my mouth.

“I want to hear you scream, but right now I don’t want my employees to know I’m dry humping my wife like a fucking teenager,’’ he grated through gritted teeth, a low moan leaving him without his consent halfway through his sentence. “Shit, I need to fuck you, Lila. Now. Here.’’

My hands balled his button-down on his back in a desperate sign that I wanted it off him so I could feel his skin, let his heat seep through me and bask myself in him while I abandoned all senses and myself to this crazy lapse in judgment.

That’s when, right when he was about to pull away to get his shirt off, or maybe mine, that someone knocked at the door quite loudly.

We both froze, Mathis with his cock pressed against my throbbing clit, and me with my hands still trying to tear off my husband’s clothes. I bet my eyes were round like saucers as my body battled between arousal and fear of being caught in such a compromising position. Mathis’ face first showed surprise, but then annoyance won out as he pulled away and sat on his haunches, giving me some room on the couch to sit up and fight with my skirt to get it back into place to cover my legs.