Rendezvous at Silver Lining

Raphael’s POV: Last Time (Beware the spice)

I was set up in my office and had a late breakfast and some coffee brought up to me. I was gonna have a busy week ahead and wanted to get in front of it. I was going through some documents and came across a few that Divinity had signed off before bringing them to me. I smiled when I saw her name. She went from a person I thought was playing hard to get, to constantly running laps through my mind. Images of last night flooded my memory and had me craving to see her again. When I laid her in bed, I wished to hop in next to her. More than that, I wanted to unwrap her like a present on Christmas. I left before I did something stupid. I took a deep breath and sighed heavily. I threw my head back against my office chair. I unraveled my dreads from its bun and let them fall down my shoulders and back. I stood and headed downstairs. My phone buzzed in my black loose fit sweatpants that covered my feet and hung low on my stomach. I pulled it out and opened it to view the message.

Phone messages:

Divinity: Good afternoon, Raphael. I just wanted to say thanks for last night. All of yesterday, actually. You took very good care of me and even brought me to my apartment. I just really wanted to say thank you.

I smiled at her text. It made me feel something I don't think I've ever felt before. She's one of very few who are thankful for the things I do for them and insist on expressing that gratitude. I really appreciate her openness. It sounds crazy to be this happy for a simple “thank you”, but it means so much more when the words themselves are just as rare to be heard as they are to be said.

Me: You're welcome, Divinity… What happened to “El”. No more nicknames? I have 1 or 2 for you?

Divinity: Ohh… Ha. That was just to show that woman up. I was really hoping you didn't remember me calling you that.

Me: Why wouldn't I? It was the first time you seemed truly comfortable around me, and no one calls me El. It suits me, I think. It suits you to call me that.

Divinity: You don't mind?

Me: Nope.

Divinity: OK. I can call you that, if you like.

Me: I would love that.

Divinity: I have your blazer. I'll bring it to work on Monday. Would you like me to dry clean it?

Me: No, it's alright. Just bring it to work. Thank you.

Divinity: No problem!

I heard a ring coming from my gate, and I headed to my front door and looked at the gate camera. I saw Sarah sitting in her car waiting to be let in. I rolled my eyes.

Me: I have to go. I gotta take care of some nuisance. Maybe we can reconnect later?

Divinity: Oh, sure! Talk to you later.

End of phone messages.

I pressed the talk button on the gate.

“What do you want?”

“Are you serious right now, Raphael?! Let me in. We have to talk about something urgent. It's about work, stupid.”

She knew I'd let her in if/when it's about work. I sighed and buzzed the gate open. I headed back up to my room to grab a shirt. Since I was finally able to admit that I wanted Divinity to myself, I didn't want other eyes on my body but hers. I opened the door and she came flying into my arms. I was a little off guard but quickly removed her from me.

“What do you need to tell me, Sarah? I'm busy, so make it quick.”

I walked further into my home to head to my office and sat at my desk, and she followed behind.

“Well, hello to you too, Raphael. You'd think we were strangers the way you've been acting lately.”

She sat in the chair across from me. I think this was the first time I actually paid any real attention to Sarah's appearance. Yes, she was, in fact, a beautiful woman, but she doesn't radiate like mi amor. She was wearing a too tight dress that left little to the imagination, and her hair laid down and across her back and heels. She knows I love a woman in heels. As I thought, I realized we've never really had a normal conversation. It was always work, money, or s*x. She was my normalcy. She was the very thing I expected from people. Come to think of it, I've never been with a woman who didn't get something out of being with me. Maybe that's why I didn't understand Divinity when we first met. She's never tried being something or someone she wasn't to appease anyone. She wasn't seeking attention or looking for validation. Divinity was simply being Divinity, and I want all of that to myself.

“Uhh, hello!! Earth to Raphael.”

Sarah snapped her fingers in my face to get my attention. I frowned, realizing I was paying her no mind.

“What is it that you wanted to say? You said it was urgent.”

She smiled and stood up. She sat on the corner of my desk and crossed her legs towards me. I looked up at her, and she stared down at me. I know her game, and I know what that face means.

“Me. I'm the urgent matter. Even though it's only been a few days since you had me sprawled across your desk in the office, I'm aching for more.”

Sarah moved closer to me and grazed her fingers across my chest, then ever so gently, on top of my crotch. My d**k jumped from the sensation. Remember when I said she was “good at what she does”, yeah, well, my d**k remembers, even if my mind is saying back the hell away. She pushed my chair away from my desk and slid to the middle of it. She eased each of her legs onto the arm rest of my chair, and spread them open for me to see her bare p***y. It already glistened from arousal. She was always clean shaven.

“You forgot to work on me, Raphael. How can you expect me not to want more after our escapade on Friday? We've had this routine for a long while now and never have I ever been f****d like that. Do that to me again.”

She pulled the small straps from her shoulder down and out popped her two bountiful t**s. They were more than a handful and her pink n*****s stood at attention once the air touched them. I sat back in my chair and just looked on. My mind was screaming for me to snatch her up and kick her out, but I just couldn't do it. Her gray eyes found my hazel ones. They were begging me to touch her. I tried to still myself, to reign in my desires, but I was losing an already one-sided battle. She leaned back and laid a hand in between her legs, widening her stance. Two fingers, pain- stakingly slid into her folds. A small moan was heard, before a gasp left her lips once her fingers entered her p***y. Her pace was even and slow for a while until she began to pump harder and faster. I watched as she pleasured herself. I was hard just watching and kept my eyes fixated on her. Her head fell back and her moans became louder and more consistent. I knew she was close.

“AHH, f**k!! UHH, DAMIEN… I THI- I THINK… I'M CUMMING!!!”

Sarah bellowed and my ears ranged with the sounds of her climaxing. Her p***y juices flowed from her and coated my desk and her hand. She looked me in the eye and stuck one of the fingers that was in her p***y, in her mouth. She sucked the juices off each finger, one by one, never leaving my eyes. Once done, she lazily hopped off my desk and fell to her knees. My d**k was already showing itself through my thin pants. She gripped the band of my pants and pulled them down. My d**k popped right up, happy to be freed, but even more ready to be devoured. She licked the head then kissed it before taking it all in. I tensed then relaxed at the sensation. Her head bobbed up and down. Her slurp sounds were one of my favorite things about her. She locked eyes with me and continued to take me in. I picked her hair up and held it in a ponytail in my hand so that it didn't get in the way of my view. I watched her lips wrap around my d**k as she pushed me deeper and deeper down her throat. I was getting close and began to pump in and out of her mouth. I tightened my grip on her hair and shoved her further down my shaft, made her gag but not let go. I shifted to stand while I kept her exactly where she was. She grabbed on to my thighs, never removing her gaze and nodded. That's when I went to work. I held my grip to her hair and held the back of her neck and began to pump fast and hard. I swore Sarah had an extra p***y in her mouth, with how deep it was. Her slurps and moans only made me want to c*m more. I thrusted harder and harder until finally, I pulled back then thrusted forward. I coated her throat with stream after stream of c*m and this time she caught it all. She swallowed then licked all around my d**k to get any leftovers. I was out of breath.

“Mmm. You know I love the taste of you. I love it when you feed me, Damien.”

She smiled a lazy smile. I watched her as she stood. She hopped back on my desk, laid back, and spread her legs wide.

“Don't you wanna have a taste?”

At that moment, I told myself that this would be our last rendezvous. So tonight, I'll enjoy her for the last time. I ran a finger up her p***y to her c**t, circling it. She shuddered. I slid it back down and inserted my finger in her, causing her to moan and buck against my hand. I pulled my finger out, and Sarah’s eyes were closed.

“Look at me.”

Her gray eyes found mine again. I sucked her juices off my finger. Her eyes looked hungry and waited for me to continue. I pulled my shirt over my head and pulled my chair up to sit. I wrapped my hands around her thighs and yanked her towards my face. I leaned forward and began my assault. My tongue found her pleasure button, and I lapped at it, swirling around and around it. My teeth nibbled and gently squeezed it. I buried my face between her thighs and refused to come up for air. She yelled and screamed in pleasure, grabbing my head and pushing me even closer. She shook and quivered as her moans began to drown out the noise her p***y made. She was in a haze after a certain point. The pleasure was beginning to become too much for her, and she tried to pull away. I refused to allow her to move or let up. I grabbed her thighs and yanked her closer to me again, and locked her body in place. She screamed out a moan as an orgasm ripped through her body. She squirted, burst after burst, but I kept going. Her whole body trembled underneath me as her mouth begged to be let go. Two minutes after her first orgasm, she let off another, squirting once more. Her moan was low and raspy as she reached her peak. I finally let her legs down, and she laid quaking still. I stood up and watched as she tried to remove herself from my desk. I licked my lips that were still doused in her fluids, my chin and chest just as wet. She slid down to the floor to stand. She was about to move away when I caught her and held her against my body, her back on my chest.

“Who said we were done?”

Before she could say anything, I pushed her against the desk, threw her leg up on top of it and slammed into her. She cried out in pleasure, arching her back to give me more access. I pounded into her repeatedly. She shook and quivered over and over.

“OH GOD, I'M CUMMING… AHH!!!”

She again squirted on me, coating my d**k with her juices, making it even easier to slide in and out of her p***y. I didn't let up and she came again less than 30 seconds later. I f****d her from behind, laid on the desk, up against the wall and on my chair before I let her rest. She wanted me to f**k her so bad, she got it. After our last round she went to get up and put her clothes on and I stopped her.

“I never said I was finished with you yet, Sarah.”

She stood in front of me barely able to stand. She looked excited and nervous for the first time. I think she realized she's gotten more than she bargained for. I got up from my seat and picked her up as she wrapped her legs around me.

“You are mine for the rest of the night.”

With that, I carried her upstairs. This will be my last night with Sarah, so I might as well make it count. After tonight, I have to have Divinity. I want her… I just hope I didn't just mess it up.