His Hidden Agenda

I don’t want him to leave and he isn’t going anywhere, so I move to do as he tells me. In my room, I pull out the long silky sleeping shirt that goes to my thighs and a pair of silk French knickers, edged in a fine light lace. Taking my shower, I remember it’s time to wash my hair. When I finish I have to use my blow dryer until it’s only slightly damp. Coming out of the bathroom Alex is waiting for me on the couch. He’s only wearing black boxer briefs and a white thin undershirt. His body is just as beautiful as his face. It’s obvious he hits the gym, his body is very well defined and his six-pack is outlined below his shirt. There is a fine dusting of blond hair over him and I want to make a study of his body, with my tongue. I’m wet for him again, and my pussy is clenching with need.

“Do you have a toothbrush I can borrow?” His voice is husky. I nod, and move back into the bathroom. In the linen closet of the bathroom, I have several of the same electric toothbrushes I use. He eyes the closet, carefully arranged, there are extras of almost all the products I use, lined up as if in a store.

I confess, “Whenever I find things on a really good sale, I’ll buy extras. The drugstore down the street marks things down just because their codes change, not to close out. Did you need a towel for a shower?”

“No, I’m not going to take one tonight. Is that all right with you? Do I smell like I need a shower?” He’s behind me, I turn and slip my arms around his waist. I inhale and he shudders against me. His response is better than any words he could have said, any doubt his desire for me isn’t real is wiped away.

“No, you smell good to me.” He does his cologne lingers, a light juniper and woodsy scent with his underlying scent that’s all him.

“Go get into bed, baby.” His voice is hoarse as he strokes my hair.

I move away and turn off the lights, except for the lamp on the table on his side of the bed. It’s only a few minutes before he walks into the bedroom and gets into bed. With a click, the light goes out. It’s a queen bed and he’s already pretty close to me. When he pulls me into his arms, my back to him, we fit together just right. My head is pillowed on his arm and the other arm wraps around my stomach, his hips cradle mine and he’s hard against my ass.

“Alex?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Thank you.”

He squeezes me tight for a long breathless moment. “You’re welcome, now go to sleep.”

It only takes minutes and I’m asleep.

Chapter Four

I’m awakened by a very annoying buzzing. I’m still in Alex’s arms. He lifts an arm, twists away for a moment and the buzzing stops. His arm comes back around me and my hand strokes his arm. I groan and my eyes open, the sun is just barely up.

“What time is it?”

“Six thirty, sorry, I set it as late as I dared in order to give me time to get home, shower, get dressed, and get to work on time.” His voice is full of gravel.

I turn in his arms and kiss his chest through the shirt. “Ignore me in the morning. I hate mornings. Thank you again, I’m just sorry you’re up so early after not getting much sleep yourself.”

He is stroking my back and then his finger is under my chin, “It was worth it, every minute, nothing to be sorry about.”

Pressing against him, I feel him and he’s hard, I’m wet in an instant. His hand slides into my hair as he closes his eyes. “Don’t move sweetheart, please don’t move.”

There’s no thought to what I do next, just overwhelming need. He’d lain in bed with me, hard and needy and asked for nothing. He’s gone down on me and given me the most intense pleasure I’ve had in my life. For some unknown reason this man wants me. Alex thinks I’m beautiful, it makes me feel beautiful. I feel like I owe him so much more than I can ever give him. I want to do this for him. I’m dying to know what he looks like, feels like, and I can’t believe it, but I want to know what he tastes like. My hand slides down his taut, hard stomach then slips under his waistband, he hisses my name. He’s not moving, I find him with my hand. Oh my, he’s thick, so thick my fingers don’t reach all the way around. I stroke from the base of him to his leaking tip. Alex is longer than my vibrator, it feels like. My vibrator is a satisfying seven and half inches but now I can’t wait to have him, long and thick, inside me. I’m stroking him as I move to pull down his underwear. His hand is around my wrist stopping me and I moan.

“Alex, I want to. I want to taste you like you tasted me.” He comes then in my hand. I’m disappointed it’s all over so quickly. I continue to stroke him until he begs me to stop because he’s too sensitive now. A little of him is on my hand and I’m curious and taste him. I’ve read about women complaining about the taste. When I had tried the one time, the gross smell of Larry stopped me before I even got that far. A few tentative licks was all I was able to manage. Now, being able to taste him, I don’t get the complaints. It doesn’t taste bad to me. I continue to lick my hand clean, smiling to know I’ve done something to ease his discomfort. I’m glad to know when the time comes, I won’t mind the taste of him.

“Watching you lick your hand clean with a smile on your face has got to be the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life.” His words are guttural from deep in his chest.

“I like the way you taste.”

He closes his eyes and rolls out of bed. “I have to go or I’ll make us both late.”

I follow him out of bed watching as he dresses. I can’t help sighing to watch him cover up his beautiful body. His eyes come up, he shakes his head with a smile.

“Stay right there until I close the door. I don’t trust myself right now.” He orders and it’s my turn to smile. I nod and watch as he lets himself out. Locking up behind him, I watch him get into his car and drive away. With a squeal of happiness, I run back to my room and bounce on the bed. I pull the pillow he’d slept on tight to me, and surprisingly I fall right back to sleep.

When my alarm goes off a little later, I’m up and moving the first time, instead of the multiple snoozes I usually do. I’m humming as I get ready for work. I don’t even think twice, and reach for a skirt for Alex. I team the black skirt with a blouse in pale pink and shockingly unbutton the top two buttons. Because I’m up earlier than normal, I have time to eat breakfast and enjoy a cup of coffee.

Walking into work, Mabel lets me know Edward wants to see me. Edward’s door is open and he waves me in while he finishes talking with his wife. He’s on speaker and tells her that I’ve just walked in.

“Grace, how have you been? Haven’t seen you since Christmas, Edward tells me you’re working too hard again. I have just the man for you, sweetie. I was telling Edward the other day. He’s very handsome, an orthodontist, our neighbor’s son. I’m going to have a dinner party in a few weeks and I will not take no for an answer. The weather will be nice, you’ll get out of the city and see all the boring fun you’re missing in the burbs.” Cathy orders. I’m shaking my head at Edward as he laughs.

“Ah, Alex, there you are, come in and have a seat. Okay, Cathy I really have to go now, dear.”