Smiling, I reach for her and place my hand over hers. “Christine,” I call her, and she turns to me, that look of determination in her face. She looks even more beautiful like this, never mind the make-up. “I didn’t nominate you. Dean Andrew did.” Her eyes narrow as she tries to understand the ramifications of what I just told her, and then they almost seem to shine.
“You’re saying that--”
“That’s right,” the Dean cuts her short, still in that patient and kindly tone of his. “Anders took himself out of the equation and let me handle it for him impartially. He didn’t want to jeopardize your dreams, I believe.”
“That’s right,” I nod, gently giving her hand a squeeze. “You don’t need to withdraw your application, babe.”
“In fact, I think that the applications process is now over,” the Dean agrees with me and continues. “You see, Christine, the concept of ‘moral fiber’ is one of the pillars this program stands on because the United Nations are in dire need of leaders with strong ethics. They want to train young people like you, so that when you grow up you can be a force for good in this world.” She nods attentively, but I can tell that she’s not understanding the real reason the Dean is telling her all this. He then adopts a more stately tone of voice and continues speaking. “Judging by the way you handled yourself in this particular situation, preferring to assume personal sacrifice and do what’s right instead of going down an easier path, I formally appraise you as someone of outstanding moral fiber.”
“Me?” Christine starts, her mouth hanging slightly happen as she tries to decode the full meaning of the Dean’s words. She turns to me, trying to see if I have any answers for her, but I just grin. “Congratulations,” I say, and she looks back at the Dean with an expression of disbelief on her face.
“Christine, the vacancy for the UN Consultancy Program is yours. Congratulations!” He finishes with an easy smile, and she almost passes out. I’m ready to move fast out of my chair and grab her when she jumps out of her seat, both arms raised in the air.
“Thank you! Thank you so much!” She cries out happily, reaching for the Dean and shaking his hand effusively. She then turns to me and, with the happiest smile I have ever seen on her lips, slaps me on the face.
Wait, what?
I recoil.
“That’s for leaving my stomach in knots for two fucking months!” she says.
What the hell is happening?
Pause.
One moment.
Another.
She throws herself at me. I embrace her, kissing her.
It’s a sweet kiss. But it leaves me wanting more.
“And that’s for thinking enough about me from the very beginning,” she tells me. “I love you.”
“This is all you. You deserve it, babe,” I whisper, my hands on her waist. Then, I smile and whisper against her ear. “What do you say we get out of here and celebrate?”
“I say, let’s celebrate,” she whispers back at me, looking into my eyes as she nibbles her lower lip in that seductive way of his. Yeah, she’s thinking of celebrating in the same way that I am.
170
Christine
We thought of getting a Uber and heading straight to his place, but, in the end, we settled for the privacy of his office. We ran straight there after we got out of the Dean’s office and, now finally alone with him, I feel my heart bursting with joy.
With a grin on his face, Anders locks the door behind us and then turns to me.
“I love you,” he whispers, taking his hands to my waist and pulling me in.
“I love you too,” I tell him, finally letting him know what I feel. It’s liberating… It’s magical. It’s love.
He leans into me and I close my eyes, surrendering to his kiss. His lips part and, in an instant, we are lost in a frenzied kiss, our tongues dancing in circles around each other. We kiss as if this was our last day on Earth, our tongues dancing around one another while I feel that hunger for his body growing inside of me. He drives me completely insane, as you’ve probably realized by now - when he kissed me for the first time, I became his. I’m always ravenous whenever I’m around him, anxious to get my hands on his naked body and his massive cock inside my tight pussy.
I’m so wet right now that my thong is sticking to my skin, and it’s a miracle that my juices aren’t dripping down my legs. It feels good to surrender, it feels good to accept his love and desire without the need for any more secrets.
I stop our kiss and fall to my knees as if my legs suddenly grew weak. I need him so bad - I need to feel his hard and thick cock, and I need it fast. And, of course, by fast I mean now.
Placing both my hands on his stomach, I let them slide down to his belt and then purse my lips. I press on his crotch with the open palm of my hand, and I chew at my lip as I feel his thickness already throbbing hard against my fingers. I’m going completely insane feeling it... I want him so so bad.