Waiting for you

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Amara’s p.o.v.

The air-conditioning doesn’t seems to be working today, but I can’t blame the heat that I am going through on the cooling system in the building. This is a whole other story. My body is in heat from the temptation it is receiving. Temptation that is being done by the very man I fantasize about in my awaking and dreams.

By now our kiss is so deep, that he lifts me of the ground. His strong arms surrounding my waist. My legs dangle beneath me, but my body has this natural way to adapt to his and they quickly spread to wrap themselves around his waist. Feeling his hands supporting my ass, grabbing them up. My skirt rising by it self in the process. He leans into the wall, making my back rest against it. He pushes his lower body forcefully against mine, making me feel how hard his manhood is standing.

Taking in the massive weight what is pressed against my p***y, is an indescribable one. While the fear of it may not even fit in me, volatility runs through my mind, my flower is already flowing juices in my underwear. The rolling of our tongues, soon has our bodies rocking against each other, making me run even more.

He slips one of his hands from under my ass, bringing it up to the front to grab one of my boobs and squeeze in to it. His fingers searching its way to the erect standing nob of my breast, pinching it through the unwanted clothing on my body. I gasp out a moan, in between our kiss.

His hand almost immediately let go of the tit it is holding. Wanting to stop the kiss and beg him to not stop touching me, I can feel his hand slowly making its way down south.

He touches the delicate skin of my exposed thighs, travelling his way up to the untouched part between my legs. When his fingers finally reach out to my p***y, everything explodes in me.

“f**k, babygirl. So wet for me”, he murmurs lusty.

All my body can exclaim is a hum of pleasure and keep kissing him, while his thumb finds it way to press my c**t hard. Shivering under his touch, I roll my hips forward to embrace the feeling.

Never have I thought that this would be the way, a man would first-time touch me there like it is happening now. Think about that I pull back out of the kiss and let my grip go a little loser on him.

He seems to catch my overthinking and withdraws his hand from my undies. I let out a small whimper, missing his touch already.

We stare at each other, while catching our breath.

“Even though I really want to take you right here and now, I will not, Amara. Our first time will not be in the office, you deserve so much more than that. Please let me take you to dinner?”

His eyes have a hopeful look, almost pleading me to say yes. I desperately want to give in, but my bratty mind takes over and decide to let him doubt for a moment.

After all this is not happening in my little dirty fantasia land, this is reality. Fair is sneaking in to my head. The doubt in me is taking the greater part of me. A lot is at stack here.

My job and the chance of losing him with that. Finding another working place wouldn’t be that big of a problem. The aftermath is, it would literally be the end of me.

“I would like to, but…”, I try to speak up, but I swallow my words, not willing to break my own heart to say that it’s probably not a good idea for us to do so.

He connects the fronts of our head, like he is reading the doubts in my mind.

“Amara, say yes. You would make me the happiest man alive if you do. I promise I will make it worth it.”

You can always make something from nothing, but you can’t make something with out taking a risk.

“Okay… Yes.”, I whisper.

Acting like he didn’t hear me, he asks me to repeat myself.

“Yes.”, I breathe out with more confidence.

“You may take me on a date.”

“I won’t make you regret it.”, he says sweetly, giving me a hug and kiss.

“I can’t take you out tonight, I am having dinner with my parents. But how about this Saturday? Let’s spend the weekend together?”

Not willing to back out now, I agree to his suggestion.

“Great, I will pick you up at 10 am.”

That is pretty early for a date, but alright…

“Okay, that’s settled then, Ms. beautiful.”

He gives me a light peck on the mouth and cheek.

“Let’s get back to work.”, he says and quickly makes his way to his office. I just watch him go, for he is right. He mutters something like “if we still can” under his breath.

When I take my seat, I glance side ways to his office. Since the door is open, I can take in his back frame, moving under his clothes from is walk. I have to agree with him. This is going to be a long afternoon.

Coming home, I place my bag on the table and take my heels off. Normally I would take a glass of juice, but today I need something stronger. Taking a glass and bottle of wine, after that I am going to make myself comfortable on the couch.

Thank God Bria isn’t home yet. I really need some time alone.

Bria moved in after the messy break up with her ex boyfriend. They were living together and since it was his house, she decided to leave.

She asked me if I could help her for a few weeks, until she found her own place, but I offered her to just move in with me.

Not that I needed extra cash, I just have all this room to myself and nobody to share it with and she is my bestie. Who was in need for a helping hand. What kind of friend would I be if I wouldn’t reach out to her? She would have definitely done the same for me.

My auntie and uncle left the house, when my aunt was pregnant with little Kane. The twins had to get use to their new house and me not moving with them. Thank God my little cousin-sisters come for sleep overs regularly.

Kane is a different story, he is constantly under his mothers wing. He is fearless, bold and cheeky when she is around, until she is not. Oh, boy. I feel sorry for his teacher. The twins and I adore him though, just as much as he adores us.

What would it be to have my own little bundles of joy? Running around in the house and filling it up with noises of screaming and laughter? How I dream of that day.

The day that I can tell Timothy that I am pregnant with his child.

Never have I thought that to actually could happen. Years I have been dreaming about it to be coming true.

But after today, his name is indefinite on that spot for me. Like in my dreams he has taken this spot long time in reality. Maybe I was just afraid to acknowledge it for real.

The reality I previous lived up to this day, hadn’t been different. I have swore all men off, after I realized I was comparing all men I encounter with him.

Putting on the tv, I hear the front door closing.

“Girl, I am home!”, Bria’s voice calls out.

“I am in the living.”, I let her know.

Scrolling on Netflix, she plops beside me, making herself comfi.

“What’s going on? Netflix and wine on a week day. What are you celebrating?”, she asks me with full abundance in her tone and her eyes. When I sigh out a long huff, she alternates her question.

“You are not celebrating, but overthinking?”

Nodding my head, I take a sip of my wine.

“Good thing I am home. Let me go change real quick, and I am all ears.”

Knowing me to well, she won’t give up until I spill the beans. When she returns to the living in her house wear, she pores herself a glass of wine. I just put it on the table. All of it, leaving no detail uncovered. Half way my story, Bria is almost jumping up and down for excitement.

“Please tell me that I am not making a mistake?”, I dramatically let my body fall back down in the seat.

“Girl, really?!”, Bria yells at me. “You have been working for the guy for almost 4 years. You have been love-struck for about the same amount of time, and you have doubts in pursuing the man you want more than any other?”, she rolls her eyes at me and taps on my head.

“Throw that brain away, my friend. He kissed you first, besides that he asked you on a date. If he didn’t want you, he wouldn’t have done any of that. Stop your nonsense and start enjoying your ride.”

She is right, when I think about it. Timothy is the one who made all the first efforts in our secret office rendezvous. He personally haven’t given me any reason to be doubting his feelings for me.

Whatever those feelings really might be.