Chapter 65

LAYLA

I look at this handsome man standing in front of me and I realized that I want him with every last fiber in my being. He has these humble eyes that are looking at me and then he tells me that we need to talk about the kiss. I do not feel like talking at all. All I want to do is rip his shirt off and feast my eyes on that body of his.

I can not stop myself from taking a seat next to him and his eyes follow me wherever I go. Then, without realizing what I am doing I say in a seductive voice.

"What would you like to say about the kiss?"

I can see him starting to breathe rapidly and I feel my hands starting to shake. Then he moves a bit closer to me and then he says with a low voice.

"...I do not really want to talk about it, I urgently want to do something about it"

I can hear myself gasp as I say.

"...then what are you waiting for..."

He put one hand on my waist and I feel a current shooting through my entire being. I need his hands all over me. Then he moves closer to my face until we are only an inch away from each other's lips. I can feel his breath on my lips and I dare not take my eyes away from him.

Then our lips collide into a sweet desire for each other. Our breathing is heavy and urgent. We are devouring each other's lips. We can taste each other's tongues trying to win in the battle of lust. But then within a second, he picks me up as if I am a feather and puts me down on his lap.

I do not dare leave his lips for a second and then I straddle him. I tear the well sowed shirt that I just fixed off his body. Then his other hand grabs my waist firmly. I have to pull away as I look at his well sculpted chest and his defined abs. I bite my lip as I rake my fingers over his perfectly formed chest.

I knew that he is going to look good without a shirt but never did I even expect this. Then I look back into his eyes and I see pure clean lust.

JAKE

I feel her perfect body on top of me and I know that I need to have more. But when she tears my shirt off my chest. Any control that I had has left my body. I want her all to myself. I watch her pull away from me and then bites her lip. She must know what this is doing to me.

I put my hand in the small of her neck and press her lips against mine. I want everything of her. Her scent is completely hypnotizing me and her body is playing with my mind. I know that I am rock hard and there is no way of hiding it any longer.

As her soft hands play on my chest, I want to feel more of her. I watch as she slowly starts to unbutton her shirt and my mind turns to mush when I see her breasts displaying themselves to me.

LAYLA

I know that I should be the more rational one but for some reason when I felt his erection against my thigh, all logical thinking left me. I can feel my desire growing for him with every second that passes. I want to be close to him and I want his hands to never leave my body.

I take his hand and place it firmly on my breast. I want to see his reaction and feel his outcome. Then suddenly he pulls away from my lips and says.

"Fuck...you are so perfect..."

Then without a moment of hesitation, I unzipped his pants. I wrap my fingers around his erection and I hear him curse some more in my ear. By now my panties are long gone and then I feel his fingers driving me insane.

I start to massage his erection and I can hear his breath existing ragged as if he is struggling to breathe. Then suddenly he lifts me up and places me gently on the couch. Then he nudges his erection against my entrance and looks at me for only a moment while we breathe each other's breath, he asks.

"May I?"

I bite my lip and then without another thought I push myself into him. I hear him let out a low groan from pure pleasure and then we start to rock together. I know that I will not last another second and then he gives me one lost thrust as I feel him starting to tremble from the high he has reached.

He does not have to give me any time as I follow his actions. He holds me tight in the safety of his arms as we have reached our climax together. We lay there in quietness just listening to our breathing returning to normal.

Then just as our breath returns to normal my thoughts come back to me. What the hell am I doing? I can get fired for this. What if he just uses me and then fires me? I quickly wiggle my way out of his touch and then I see the surprise on his face.

"Where are you going?"

"I probably need to get back. People start to wonder?"

I watch him sit upright and he almost looks completely innocent. His eyes are begging me when he says.

"What does this mean?"