Waiting for you

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Amara’s p.o.v.

Making my way in to the ladies room, I swiftly peep behind me and close the door. Leaning against it, I allow my body to rest.

Thank God, he didn’t follow me. I need to think, for wtf?!

Looking in to the mirror, I can fully take in the physical evidence of the true coming from my deepest fantasy. Scrap that, this was wilder than I have imagined it to be.

My blouse is hanging out my skirt, which appears to have small wrinkles from the friction of his grabbing touches.

My face is pinkish, eyes are standing lustful and my lips, they are swollen from the blood that his lips has drawn.

This is absolute insanity. How I will ever be able to do my work now?

Now that I know the taste of him. The way our lips were moving, our tongues were gliding. The heat of that amazing kiss.

My fingers unconsciously start touching my lips, taken in the impact of the kiss. My other hand is placed on my lower abdomen.

My thoughts and body can’t get over the feeling. How do I get over it? Do I ever really want to?

Now is not the place nor time, yet it still happened.

The turmoil of emotions inside of me is too high. Walking up to the sink, I keep my sight on the mirror, placing my hand on the sides of the sink. It gives me the support I need.

Maybe now I can land from the high of my new drug.

After a minute or 10, I am still collecting my thoughts together, but I have to get back some time soon. Unfortunately I can’t stay in the restroom till the end of clocking time.

Making use of the space I am in, I empty my bladder. Stalling time, yes, but anything at the moment, then to think about…

No, keep focus.

After cleaning up, I wash and dry my hands, to look up for the last time in to the mirror.

“Just keep your distance and you will get through these last hours.”, I try to pep myself out loud and head out back to my desk.

My heels are the only sound in the hallway, till I am near to reach the open space of the office floor.

Mr. Brown his voice is coming in ears, he is on the phone and he still sounding angry. At least I can get to my desk and back to work, without him waiting on me.

Every step I feel a little more comfortable and confident.

That sooner than I wish drops, because the next step I take, I hear loud steps coming my way.

Knowing Mr. Brown doesn’t has any appointments the rest of the day and there is no other colleagues on this floor. I take a deep breath, before looking up.

Our eyes meet directly. His eyes are surprisingly softer than his voice was sounding just seconds ago.

Stopping his tracks, I keep walking towards my desk. Taking small steps, it seems like forever to get to my destination. Giving him the time to linger his eyes over my body.

“Sir, you need anything?”, my voice smaller than I mean to let it come out.

“I told you to drop the formalities, Amara.”, his deep sexy voice just drops another bar, making my head spin.

“I am sorry, Sir. I will try to get use to it.”

How will I ever get use to it? Your name is the one I want to moan, while being under you.

I suck my lip in with the naughty thought running through my mind.

I need to sit down, I can’t hold myself up.

Just before I want to take my chair out, to take my place behind the desk. His deep voice vibrates.

The words he speaks, have me haltering my movement. I did register it in my brain.

Shock after shock just keeps creeping up on me today. Feeling anxiety taking me over, I remember what my therapist always use to repeat to me.

‘Try to stay in the here and now, the second you notice you feel panic in your system.’

“Come again, Sir?”, I ask him, the unbelief must be hearable. Instead of him answering me, his eyebrow lifts up and he is looking back at me questioning.

Blushing I realize my mistake. “Excuse me.. I meant… Timothy.”

I didn’t mean to press his name, that was way too sensual.

“Good girl.”, there is that confident playful smirk again. Giving me the need to roll my eyes at him, but I withhold myself from doing so.

“Although I have never had to repeat myself to you, and I am almost certain that you heard me correctly. I will repeat myself for this once.”, his deep voice has an s****l tone, it hitting another home run.

Does he even know what impact the sound of his voice has on me? I can feel myself melting with every note he speaks out.

“Choose the resort you like most and inform my private pilot about our department.”, he repeats himself slowly, before taking a step towards me.

Be careful about wishing for your ultimate desires.

This is too much at once. Feeling the obligation to keep the needed space between us, I take a step back. He follows me.

It’s almost as if we are about to begin a sensual dance, then again, this is not the dancefloor. When I can’t take another step back, I curse in my inner thoughts.

Not having time to think to make an escape to the sides. Timothy locks me in, by surrounding his hands just inches on either side of my body.

He got me trapped.

Him standing this close, is taking a heavy toll on me. I can smell his fresh manly cologne so strongly again. If my p***y wasn’t attending the party, she definitely is part of it now.

Suppressing a moan, I take in a lip and bit on it stronger than normal.

He almost let out an animalistic growl.

What causes that to happen? And why is my body shivering from pleasure hearing it?

“Did you hear?”, he asks me while leaning in on me.

I can feel his hot breath fanning over my face. My legs clench tightly from the tingles that keep rising in my private area.

“Yes, S.. Timothy.”, I softly whisper still in disbelieve of what I had heard.

I try to keep my mind balanced, but I am under a spell. I turn my head and close my eyes for a second, to find some kind of hiding place, placing my palms to the wall. Giving me somewhat support. The heat in my body is radiating from the temptation I am fighting to surrender in to. Feeling his eyes burning my body, lights up the fire even more.

“You are so beautiful.”

The words were so softly spoken, almost like he was afraid of saying it.

Wait? My handsome boss thinks I am beautiful?

My mind has no time to overthink his confession.

Feeling his fingers stroking my skin, jolts a electric energy to run freely over my entire body. Never had a man’s touch, done me in this way.

“You are awfully quiet, my sweetest desire.”

What can I say? How can I speak? I am out of breath, making little moans uncontrollable to restrain, by this fire inside of me.

Making it worse. He keeps poring wood on the fire he has started. A fire I can’t control myself, but I doubt if he can handle it himself, if he keeps on playing this dangerous game.

“Your body tells me another story though.”, his finger stops on my collar bone and I can feel his face coming even closer to mine. His mouth stopping above my ear.

“I must say. I love the story your body exclaims to me.”, desire and lust are doubtless.

Feeling him brush his lips in the nape of my neck, I brace myself for the knowing. When I feel his lips forming to place a kiss, I am already giving in. I have failed, just like I would have done in my fantasies.

“Oooh.. Mmm… Yes.”, my throat is voicing out my moans louder.

“That’s it. Let me hear you.”, he says softly before placing another peck in my neck.

“Sing for me, baby.”

He called me baby…

When I feel his hot breath cooling the place, after he strokes it with his tongue, I gasp for air, but since I can’t speak under his spell, I just shamelessly drop my moans. He keeps devouring my neck, using all he got.

“OH MY… Timothy… please.”, I whimper, while taking deep breaths between my words.

I need more, I will always need more I realize. Even though I never had thought to be so submissive towards any man, I feel a deep need to beg.

Begging him to take me and make me his.

“Please what, baby?”, he has the nerve to leave me cold from my next shot from my high.

I am a mess, but I can’t seem to get enough. Not now, that it is in hand reach.

“Please.”, I sigh with eagerness. “Don’t stop.”

“Baby, even if someone could have entered this floor without warning, I wouldn’t be able to.”

Can this man stop speaking, for he is putting me in a awful heated state. A flame I can’t extinguish.

For the second time, his lips slam on to mine. Although our lips never have touched earlier from this day, my mouth respond as if this is the most natural way for them.

Pulling me in his arms, my arms self-act their way around his neck. He pulls me closer to him, never breaking the kiss.

If kissing him is this delicious, what how would it be to be skin to skin with him? How would it feel to give him my most kept treasure?