The CEO Dilemma

At that instance they exchanged looks they began staring at each other before he inclined forward and gently kissed her lips then moved slightly back to check for a signal of disagreement from her face but there was none. She searched his eyes after the kiss, it was mind blowing, “should she be doing this” she questioned to herself, they had just met , yet she was craving him. She looked at his lips when she pulled his head near and then she returned the kiss. He pulled her closer to him as he tightly embraced her hair, the kiss grew more intense, the heat passing through them, luckily for him he was wearing a tight boxer that made his b***r unnoticeable. His lips gently touched her neck and Freya could not control shaking in reaction. To her uttermost surprise, she was more than thrilled to be here in this moment. The mating of lips was tender and sensuous; the almost vanished trace of stubble on his face was bringing pleasure on every fragment of her body. She tilted her head back and having his head slightly lower; he extended the kiss down her neck and even her earlobes. The hands of Desmond began dancing over the curves of her newly formed body creating some surges of electricity in her. He was late, reluctant to get there already and Freya enjoyed this slowness. She wasn’t ready for this night to be over. Standing there embraced, Freya felt a bond she hasn’t felt. They felt it as if they have to be together, they were destined to have this feeling at this period. He looked into her eyes for a signal or any hint of protest from her, all he saw was desires from her, With a lot of affection, Desmond picked her up gently then leveled her toward the intimate sanctuary On reaching the room, Desmond gently placed Freya on the comfortable bed, where her head rested gently on the soft down earners. He reached to take her shoes off and started unlacing them slowly, his eyes locked onto her eyes; the black silk loosened. Every time Desmond tried to take off her shoes and socks she felt the caress of his hands and shivers went down her spine. He put down the shoes gently and started to rub her feet with his thumbs on the soles. Slowly and unconsciously, she leaned back against the sofa, as each second ticked by, she became more and more relaxed trusting completely in the hands that worked on her. She also realised that Desmond was taking care of her and would continue to do so judging from his words which said: Lying in the bed now, she felt her heart was gradually transforming into a flower with sun in her heart. There was and sense that he was implanting affection and concern within each fibres of her body – his thumbs moving in circles on her. She drew in a contented breath then she slowly closed her eyes and Desmond’s heart leaped at the sound. As she lay there Freya had the same trust and surrender that she had never felt before for anyone. She had faith that he was not going to harm her in anyway, that his arms were always going to be there to embrace and protect her. And in that moment, she realised that was falling in love with this person When Desmond felt her eyes on him, he turned at looked straight at her. He looked at her gently his eyes lighting with love. “You are beautiful, Freya,” He choked out softly. "Inside and out." Freya's heart skipped a beat. Never in her entire life had anyone pay her so much attention as they did in that one moment of s*x. She smiled back at Desmond, and the erect frailty of a woman filled her eyes with a slight sheen of pretty tears. She fell silent, and simply said , “You make me feel so beautiful.” Desmond wrinkled his nose and struck a surprised expression of child-like delight to the camera. He bent low to kiss her on her lips, making it a light kiss to start with. He almost recoiled, sat up and leaned back only to fall forward and gently peeped at Freya’s forehead before their lips met. Desmond was definitely giving her thelook, his eyes hadthis blaze of almost inner fire. ‘Yes,’ he murmured, ‘Do you want this Freya,’ and her head moved to his in consent. Hearing this freya replied, “No, I want you to say it, I want to hear it from your lips.” Freya felt the warmth in her heart with his words and she cupped his face with her hand, feeling his hard jaw line. “I want you, Desmond,” she replied barely above a whisper to him. My darling, Desmond said softly as he pulled her near him,The flash of her skin before her gown was pulled up made her look so beautiful; she had dressed in a black floral pantsuit that suited her well. When Desmond looked at her, he realised how the combination of the black floral print set off her delicate complexion and her shiny black hair. She was probably the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life and his heart yearned for her. For a moment their eyes met and Freya felt her face redden, but she did not avert her eyes from him, instead she grabbed his hand and folded her fingers around his. He took off her gown ever so slowly as he slid into her, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of their own private waltz, she was tight around him and it drove him crazy, their moans filled the room, the air was charged with an electric tension, their love and desire palpable as they embraced till they climaxed. Freya could feel his body heat surrounding her and she realized that there was no one better place for her to be in. They kissed and hugged each other, and their bare bodies cuddled as they closed their eyes, and fell asleep; the occasional soft snoring and murmurs of sweet nothings were the lullaby of the night. What was not left to the darkness of night was lust, while they slept the sweet warmth of their love enveloped the room in gold. What surrounded them faded away as nothing remained of the outside world but the sound of their breathing and the sound of their hearts. No one had ever made her feel, as Desmond did – seen her, heard her, and accepted her for who she was. These memories, she reckoned, would be with her to her for long as a reminder of what could this be ,love or lust? Lying there Freya felt the difference between their lives, between her simple sheltered existence and his simple perfect life. The question which arose in her mind whether Desmond with his good nature and his aristocratic life could ever embrace her for what she is a woman who is a lower class and barely afford the expensive taste.She shivered at the thought of him and the terrible way he made her feel as if she was nothing. For all she saw there were of different worlds,different class probably all this was just an infatuation . So with a sad heart she decided it better she left.