Chapter 60: Trying To Rekindle

Over the next two weeks, Marc Junior and Hershey got to know each other again. Their past was gradually dominated by trust and love. Marc changed the date of his ticket back to Shanghai, China for a week's extension, just so he wouldn't have to leave so early. Marc Junior knew he wanted to come back, but there were a lot of loose ends to tie up in Shanghai. Said goodbye to Andrew and Tanya, as well as working at his job, with the apartment, he had to do something.

On Tuesday night in the office, Hershey was sitting on top of her desk, legs crossed, wearing a three-piece blue and beige suit. The beige blazer is covered with a sky blue quarter-sleeve blouse underneath. The beige skirt she was wearing was knee-length, but when she sat down, the skirt slipped down to mid-thigh. She yanks pieces of paper from her printer and shoots them through the ring. There was a knock on the door, she thought it was Tyler, coming in to gossip about the incompetent staff, which she somehow always got. She answered the knock, "Come in."

"Is that appropriate?" Marc Junior asked, closing the door after himself. He stood there and took his position at the desk. Strappy sandals in beige color adorn the beautiful feet, accentuating the beautiful ankles.

Her chocolate-colored legs started with calf muscles that were still in better shape than he remembered. Her legs reached beautifully curved thighs. He looked up at the blazer that conformed to her curved hips, waistline, and covered size c cup. Even though the top she is wearing is an ordinary silk blouse, you can see her chest playing peek-a-boo. His eyes stayed there for a few moments because he felt that he was drying up. As soon as they were able to complete their mission, scooped up a beautiful long neck and finally hit an oval face, he took the entire beautiful lips, which did not hold a suggestive tone whatsoever, but were no longer well needed, because there was already one embedded in the little dimple that rested on her chin. Her eyes were set against prominent cheekbones a wide but delicate nose, and the sexiest almond-shaped eyes he had ever seen. Coffee bean-colored irises have haunted his dreams every night since he first met her. Now, five years later, he is still struggling. It brought a dreamy smile.

Hershey rolled her eyes, snapping himself out of his stupor. He had forgotten that thirst that seemed to explode with a long stare. His eyes were caught too much on her and as a result, her stomach was boiling, her boobs were hard as rocks, and the pulse in her center went from tingling, to jump mode. She hasn't made love in a long time.

Just remembering the feel of his mouth and his body or the feel of his member inside her, brought an intense vibe that threatened to destroy what little sanity she had left.

He swore that his need for her now surpassed that of high school. He couldn't help but wonder how much he had grown in two years. When he heard a throat, he returned to the ground, his gaze meeting hers. A perfect smile greeted her. "Hey, Chocolate."

She smiled back and was about to push him off her desk when he came in front of her and sat between her legs. She stared at him, "What are you doing?"

He raised an eyebrow, his hands touching her ankles. "Nothing."

His fingers massaged around it and up, following her bones, then calves. He squeezed in there. He could feel the tension in her entire leg. He took her reply. He stared at her without saying anything. He even ran his hand up her leg, at the top of her thigh. His eyes on hers, he waited for her to stop him as he pushed his hand further. She didn't do it. Her eyes became smoky with passion.

He watched the deep coffee brown light up as he ran his fingers over her womanhood. He did so lightly, his fingers barely touching the silky underwear. As if giving permission, he watched as her legs spread and spread slightly, not a complete surrender, but enough for him to slide his fingers down, feeling the wetness of her panties.

During this time, he remembered the scent of her female hood, the slipperiness of her flesh as it bathed in her own bodily fluids.

Grabbing her legs, he whispered in a soft, deep voice, "Lay down, Chocolate." She did. When she did, her hands pulled him forward. He planted kisses on the inside of her thighs, inhaling the sweet scent mixed with the heat of her body. It was enough to make his head, caught up in the sweetness.

Marc Junior didn't know what to think, he couldn't get over the fact that she was going to taste her. What was unique about her was that there was no rejection of the idea in her mind. She'd always been a what-if type of girl, but now, no more.

From the day he allowed her to step inside his car, there wasn't a single caution or idea that he was doing anything wrong. In fact, the only thing he felt the whole time he was here was right. Everything felt right. Even now, teasing her and pulling down her underwear, there are no drawls and nos.

As he delicately explored the kisses on the lips that made their way inside her, she closed her eyes and savored the soothing touch they brought. He didn't know that his body was already smoking. After the kisses, the smooth strokes of his tongue glided over her flower and then slid inside her. She felt his tongue cover the second skin inside, moving in place. It caused little tingles. She turned it around, moving in medium-set strokes. She sighed, for the pleasure was exquisite, leaving her pulse, her juice flowing faster. When his tongue came up and he started caressing her bottom, licking her flower, she moaned softly, feeling her legs tremble. He swirled his tongue around and then pushed it down into the second flesh inside.

His heart raced and he grabbed her head, pulling her towards him, wanting him to taste everything. Finally a stroke upwards and then a smooth movement over the flower, sending her to a climax. To intensify the moment, he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud and then pressed his lips to it, sucking softly. She gasps at his name, as his body locked and then waited for the smooth liquid to flow into her bottom.

He didn't have to wait as long as they did. Instead of getting up, he tasted the liquid with his tongue. She moaned softly, savoring the heightened sensation of touch as he did so.

When he finished he blew it gently. It caused tingles to flare up and she whispered, "Oh, God, Marc, baby, I think..." Another blow cut off, this one very soft and hit her flower bud. She closed her eyes and thrust her hips forward, letting out a growl.

He watched as more fluid came out, this time squirting. She gasped as her body finally calmed down. He glanced at her panties and returned to her womanhood.

His pulse was heavy. He wanted to be inside her.

He took the underwear, he put it in his front pocket of a pair of jeans. He whispered, "I have to put those away."

He grabbed her hand and pulled her upright. Staring at him in the eyes, with a deep color, his voice deepened, becoming husky, "Come and take me."

Hershey gulped, feeling a twitch between her thighs. The burning sensation was still there, reminding her of what she wanted. He licked her lips. Irritated, she watched his tongue move. She closed her eyes, let out a shuddering breath, and whispered, "Marc, I can't leave here without my underwear."

Then, he leaned in, kissed her lips, and whispered, his mouth very close to her ears. , "I'll wait, Chocolate. If you come with me, I'll know you want me, and if you don't..." He left it hanging in the air. She watched irritated, his sex burning with need as he walked out of her office.

Marc Junior stood under the shower stall, his face connecting with the blue tile. He wanted her so badly, that all his means of trying to rid himself of the hardships he had gained while tasting her, were to no avail. He had never felt such an intense need, which left him weak, panting, and with a pounding pulse.

He tried to think of all the different ways he could take her, all the different ways he could feel her. He knew she would be the perfect fit. Thinking about how tight that skin was when he entered, it was enough to almost bring him to his knees. He thought he was coming, but no, that wasn't happening. He sipped and closed his eyes. The ferocity of his heartbeat can be heard in his ears, coming out with the sound of bongos. A great pressure filled his ears. Trying to swallow the pain in his chest, he stood in the shower and let his body obey his will. He took the bar of soap, wet it, and lathered his entire body.

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