Nice Day For A White Wedding

Cindy’s hips start thrusting desperately. She needs the friction. I start moving in time with her, making each thrust fill her right up. I can feel fire moving through my cock and up into my stomach. Cindy’s hands move up my back and then she wraps her arms around my shoulders. Then her body starts to spasm.

She digs her nails into my back as her orgasm comes on. Her face contorts as she shouts my name and climaxes. Hard. So hard her body becomes stiff as a board and I feel her pussy clamping around my cock like a clenched fist.

I up the pace of my thrusts, short fast strokes that make her cry out incoherently. She sucks in a gasping breath as her eyes roll back in her head. The breathy noise of Cindy trying to recover from her orgasm pushes me over the edge.

My climax slams through me, tightening my muscles, making my stomach flutter. Pleasure radiates through me as I come inside Cindy. She clings to me, her face pressed against my neck. It feels as if we are hanging still in time, suspended in a world of pure pleasure.

As the pleasure fades, I roll off Cindy and lie beside her and get my breathing under control. It hits me then what I have done, but it doesn’t feel like a mistake lying here beside her. It feels right.

I feel the mattress dip slightly as Cindy turns to face me. I turn onto my side and face her. She looks so beautiful with no make-up and her hair still mussed up from the sex.

She leans forward and kisses me. It’s not the desperate kiss of earlier when we were both clawing at each other like unleashed demons. It’s a tender, sensual kiss. A dangerous kiss. One that tells me it’s not going to be so easy to let Cindy go.

She pulls back and smiles at me, a playful smile that makes her eyes twinkle.

“You can go back to the couch now,” she says. “If you still want to.”

I grin at her. “You know, I think I’ll be ok here.”

Cindy

I wake up and am immediately conscious of Alex lying beside me. I sit up, holding the sheet across my chest. The memories of last night flood in. The flirting over dinner and drinks, the awkwardness that fell between us, the terror of thinking there was a ghost in my room, and of course the way I practically threw myself at Alex.

I came to his room because I was genuinely scared, but then I started to want his touch, to want him. I’m telling myself it’s because I was terrified and terrified people do weird, unreasonable things, but I know it’s more than that.

When he told me if I moved the sheet again, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from fucking me, I should have left the sheet on. But I didn’t. Of course, I didn’t. How could I? I wanted him. I’ve wanted him from day one and I want things to change between us.

But now, in the cold hard light of day, I know it was probably a mistake. Things can’t change between us. I’m his employee, nothing more. He told me so himself. Yesterday. If I hadn’t thrown myself at him, he would never have taken me.

I debate trying to sneak away before Alex wakes up, but I remind myself I’m a grown ass woman who isn’t in the habit of running away from her problems. No, I’m not going to sneak off. I’m going to wait for him to wake up and explain that I’m sorry about last night and ask him if we can just put it behind us. That’s the grown-up thing to do. The right thing to do.

I let out a long sigh and jump with horror when Alex laughs beside me. I glance at him, instantly assaulted by how damned good he looks first thing in the morning. His face is softer than usual as sleep still stretches across it and his hair is all deliciously mussed. It takes a lot of will power for me to not reach down and brush his hair back from his face.

“I thought you were still sleeping,” I say. My voice sounds throaty. As if I’ve been giving him blowjobs all night long, which, I suppose is what I have been doing.

“No. I’m awake,” he says.

I nod, not really hearing him. I know I have to say this now and get it over with and just hope we can maintain some semblance of a professional relationship.

“Look, Alex, about last night. What happened, I agree with you that it shouldn’t have.”

“Good. We are in agreement.” He pushes himself up into a sitting position.

I turn slightly so we’re facing each other. “I honestly don’t know what came over me. Believe it or not, I’m not in the habit of sneaking into people’s rooms in the middle of the night, then having sex with them.”