I will have her.
I craved the innocent ones. The ones who didn’t know exactly what they were doing, but were willing to try anything to please their partner. I loved to taint their purity, explore and do things they might not have done otherwise.
Tilting my head back, I slowed my hand and moaned as my orgasm took control of my body. That one hit me faster than usual. All the pent-up tension from the last week had taken its toll and giving myself a release always seemed to help. I let go of my softening dick and washed my body before reaching behind me to turn off the water. I needed to get my shit together and get my head on straight.
Chapter 2
Emmalynn
His presence exuded dominance. Adonis times ten. It was as if he was the only one in the room and your eyes couldn’t look away. I tried to avert mine, but they had a mind of their own. Just watching him walk toward me had my insides quivering, hands sweating and breathing increasing. I chastised myself at how ridiculous I was behaving. I had a boyfriend for Christ’s sake, but the fact that I hadn’t been touched or looked at in a sexual way in over a month was taking its toll. And there was that God-like man whispering in my ear that I had a beautiful face. My panties instantly became wet.
And then he was gone.
Becky and Victoria, my two best friends, came rushing over to me to find out what he had to say. I shrugged and told them. “It wasn’t a big deal, really.” There was no way I’d tell them I was stumbling over my own words.
“He was totally giving you ‘come fuck me’ eyes all night, Em. Oh, my God. He was so fucking hot. Why don’t guys that hot ever approach me?” Becky pouted.
“Becky, shut up.” Victoria laughed. “So, did you get his name at least?” she asked me.
“No, but it doesn’t matter. I have a boyfriend. It’s not like anything would happen.”
She shook her head and pursed her lips. “I’m sorry, but if I was about ninety percent sure my boyfriend was cheating on me, I wouldn’t care that I had one. I’d be jumping on that fine piece of ass, but that’s just me,” she proclaimed.
I bit the inside of my cheek as she spoke. It wasn’t something I wanted to discuss while I was at work.
“All right, y’all. I need to get back to work. Are you staying?” I asked them both.
“No. I need to get her home,” Victoria said to Becky.
Becky laughed. “Hey now, I’m not that drunk,” she slurred as she rested her forehead on Victoria’s shoulder.
“Let’s meet for coffee tomorrow, okay?” I grabbed my tray as they nodded in agreement and walked toward the customers who I was sure were pissed for making them wait so long.
A part of me felt bad for being excited about the prospect of a guy being interested. But it had been so long since I’d gotten any kind of attention. My body was starving for it. And with that man standing so close to me, smelling so damn good, he stirred up feelings and wants which had been neglected.
When I got home that night around two in the morning, I noticed Tim still wasn’t home. It was turning into a habit. Some nights I didn’t even notice he wasn’t there, which I knew wasn’t a good sign.
He’d called me earlier in the day to let me know he’d be working late…again. It was something I was used to. He worked for a big accounting firm in New York – a company his dad also worked for. I knew with Tim trying to make a name for himself he’d have to work crazy hours, meet clients, and do everything he’d need to do to get noticed.
But the nights of him not coming home?
It was happening too often. I didn’t want to believe what my friends had suggested. I didn’t want to believe he was cheating on me. Tim wouldn’t do it. We’d been together since my sophomore year of college, but we’d only been living together for a few months. We’d been making future plans. Plans to get married one day. Plans to start a family.
There’s no way he could be cheating on me, right?
The longer I laid there and thought about it, the more doubts started to flow through my mind. Tim was a great guy and I loved him, but was it enough? Could we be missing something in our relationship? I’d had my doubts over the years, more so since we’d moved in together. Not from lack of love, but from lack of spark. I tried not to think about it because it only made me question why I was still there. Maybe I was too comfortable in my situation and was thinking in terms of the natural order of things. Marriage would be next, but was that really what I wanted? How would I react if he was cheating on me? Could I really picture myself marrying him?