Closer_To_You

by Reana Malori

  When arriving upstairs to her bedroom, he had placed Penelope on her feet and just stared down at her while she looked up at him, seemingly unsure about where to begin. Making the decision for both of them, he ran his hands up her smooth arms, taking in her beautiful brown skin as it contrasted against his tanned hands. The two of them fit together so perfectly, it was almost difficult to believe. In his world, every decision he made had consequences. This one would be no different. After making the decision to drive over to her home tonight, he knew he was making an irrevocable step and it had been a huge risk.

  She would slam the door in his face and tell him to go to hell, or she would invite him in. Against all odds, but answering all of his prayers, she had opened her home to him and welcomed him inside. Gazing into her eyes, he marveled at just how beautiful she was to him. Not model thin or with long flowing hair. No, the woman standing in front of him was all curves and he desired every inch of her.

  Her lips were just plump enough to draw him in for a kiss that made his toes curl. Her hips were flared wide enough that she cradled his large body perfectly when they were making love. Her breasts were the perfect size for his larger hands and when he grabbed hold of them when thrusting into her body from behind. When he was inside of her, he could swear that he had died and gone to heaven.

  No, she was not the kind of sexual partner he was normally drawn to, but she was damn near the perfect woman for him. Now that she had given him another chance to spend the night making love to her, he would not waste one moment.

  “Let me undress you.” At her nod, he began to unwrap his gift, pulling her shirt off. His lips kissed her shoulders and her collarbone and he felt a shiver course through her body. He slid her pants down her legs, kneeling to the ground as he did so. Once she had stepped out of her clothing, he looked up and saw her looking at him with something akin to shock at his actions. Good. Maybe he needed to show her that he was more than just the heartless shark across the conference room table. He wanted them to return to the two people they were just a few days ago, on a night that would change the course of their lives from this point forward. Placing kisses on her belly, he felt her try and move away. “No. You stay right there.”

  “Gabriel, what are you doing?” The slight tremble in her voice was more telling than anything he could have dreamed up.

  “I’m showing you how much I want you. I’m reminding you of why you should have never ran from me in the first place.” Reaching his hands up, he pulled her silk panties down her legs, baring her to his gaze. He could see her hardened nub poking through the slit of her slick lower lips, as if seeking him out and begging for attention. Smiling to himself, he decided to give her just a little tease. Dipping his head, he ran his tongue over her clit, giving it a flick and a suck as he lapped at the wetness coating her nether lips. “Damn, you taste as good as I remember. Better even.”

  Penelope’s body shuddered above him and her hands gripped his hair, pushing his face closer, trying to keep him in place. Removing her hands from his hair, he stood back up and scolded her for what she had done, “Now, Penelope. What are the rules? Do you remember?”

  After a few seconds, she finally answered him. “Yes. I remember.”

  Removing the last piece of clothing from her body, he continued speaking, “And what is rule number one?”

  “That when you taste me, I’m not allowed to touch. I’m supposed to just feel.”

  Oh, that made him smile. She remembered. “That’s right, baby. And tonight is all about reminding you just how good we are together.” Penelope adjusted her body on the bed so that she was lying on the bed in front of him. It was all he could do to hold himself back from claiming her right then and there. All he wanted was to touch her, twine his fingers in her hair as he sank inside her body over and over again. Watching her stare at him with desire in her eyes, he knew it had been the right decision to come to her tonight. As the seconds ticked by, he gave her a slight smile as his hands lifted up to his shirt and began undoing the buttons. As if he had all the time in the world, he began to slowly peel off his own clothing. Knowing how much it was killing her to lie there on the bed without moving, he took the time to fold his clothes neatly and place them on the chair in the corner of the room. Walking back over to the bed, he was glad to see that she had not moved. Damn, she was perfect.

  Climbing onto the bed with her, he kissed her, claiming her mouth. His tongue mimicked what he hoped his cock would soon be doing. Her hands gripped him along his back, her nails digging tiny, sharp crescents into his skin. He felt her legs begin to rise, as if to position her body for him to enter her and he knew he had to change course before he took her too soon. He wanted more from her than just quick satisfaction. He had a purpose tonight and he would not be swayed.

  Breaking the kiss, he began to nibble and make his way down her body. “No, I have a job to finish.” He adjusted his body so that his face was positioned directly in front of her slick folds, he inhaled her scent and dove in for his evening treat. At the first swipe of his tongue, Penelope arched up off the bed and went to reach for his hair. To try and control his actions, he was sure. At the last moment, she must have remembered rule number one, because her hands simply hovered in their air, clenching and unclenching as he licked and sucked at her.

  “Oh, Gabriel!”

  Words were unneeded. He let his actions speak for him and what they said was, “Yum.” Grabbing her under her thighs, he tilted her body up so that he could raise up and take her the way he wanted. Her moans and screams were becoming so loud, he hoped her neighbors would not think she was being harmed, because he had no intention of stopping.

  He felt her body begin to shake and he knew her orgasm was upon her. Intent on bringing her to completion so that he could be inside her even quicker, his mouth began making sucking motions on her clit while his tongue flicked the nub. Her legs shot straight in the air and she let loose a wail of release that caused his dick to harden even more than it already was. How that was possible, he wasn’t sure, but it sure as hell happened. Forcing her to ride the wave of her orgasm with his mouth still on her, he softened his motions and slowly began to release her thighs. With one last kiss on her now puffy lips, he pushed himself up so that he was lying on top of her. Taking her mouth with his, he gave her a taste of her own essence, his tongue dueling with hers as he shared his passion with her. He wanted her to know exactly how good she tasted to him.

  Feeling the wetness from her release coat her skin, he was tempted to slide inside of her without a covering. That’s when he knew this was more than just a fling, because he had never considered even the thought of bareback sex before Penelope. Forcing himself to think rationally, at least for the next few seconds, he reached over to the nightstand. His hand found the condom that he had placed there when he took off his clothes. Breaking the kiss, he quickly opened the wrapper and donned the latex on his shaft.

  Pulling her body up, he situated her thickness on top of him. Lying on the bed beneath the woman that seemed to hold all the cards, he couldn’t help but trail his hands down her stomach, her hips and thighs as she situated herself to sit low on his stomach, her slit resting on his hard ridge as she twisted her lower body, sliding her wetness over his turgid length.

  Grabbing her hips, he lifted her slightly, positioning her just where he wanted her to be. Slowly he slowly began to pull her down so that her hot channel was aligned with his thick cock as he slid inside of her warm sheath. She was so tight, he had to grit his teeth and force himself to slow down. Her upper body dropped down and rested on top of his chest. The moans of pleasure escaping her mouth reached his ears as her head lolled to the side and was now resting on his shoulder. Mouth open and resting at the spot where his shoulder and neck met, the sounds escaping her were doing something to him. Something he was fighting to deny. Feminine hands gripped his biceps as he forced his thickness into her hot channel. He almost felt that it was too much to bear, that he should slow down or pull
out, but that thought quickly left his head as she began speaking.

  “Oh, yes! It feels so good, Gabriel.” Her warm breath on his neck made him harden even more. The woman had cast a spell on him. There was no way she should feel this good. “You feel so amazing.”

  “Yes, baby, just a little more. Give me just a little more and then I’ll take care of you.” Finally pushing in to the hilt, he paused for a moment, simply enjoying the sensation of being inside of her again. Slowly, he began thrusting inside of her while gripping her ass and controlling her movements on top of him. The snugness of her channel milked him like nothing else had before. Her moans of pleasure were like music to his ears. The feel of her slick body wrapped around his and he felt as if she was what he had been looking for the entire time. All he needed was this woman in his arms. Tuning out anything other than pleasuring Penelope, he fulfilled his promise and took them both to heaven and back several times that night.

  Sunlight streamed through the windows as Penelope was awakened by her cell phone ringing. Lifting her head to glance at the clock as she reached over to the dresser, she gasped as she noted the time. She scrambled to a sitting position as she grabbed her phone and mumbled “Hello,” in a voice that was still groggy with sleep and somewhat hoarse from screaming last night.

  “Penelope, where are you?” This from her work colleague Bettye, the marketing manager at her company. They had formed a friendship over the years and tried to make sure they looked out for each other when things started to go sideways.

  “I’m still home.” Frantically looking around her bedroom for any sign of Gabriel, she tried to stay calm as she lifted the tangled covers from her legs and placed her feet on the carpeted floor in her bedroom. “Uhm, I’m running late.”

  “Yeah, no shit Sherlock. You were supposed to be here early for that meeting with GTB Technologies that everyone is so up in arms about. Barbara has come by your desk twice looking for you.”

  Penelope had walked out to the living room while Bettye had been speaking. Spying a piece of paper lying on her dining room table, she made her way over to it, almost dreading what it would say. It had been a really bad idea to sleep with Gabriel last night. Her rational mind new this, but that didn’t stop the tingle in her body as she remembered all of the things they did. While her body still hummed and the aftershocks of their lovemaking still had her legs weak, she knew that it could never happen again. This was one of the worst decisions she had made. And leave it to her to make that decision over and over again last night. No wonder she had overslept. The man had taken every ounce of energy she had. His mouth should be labeled a lethal weapon after the things he had done to her. Experiencing le petit mort had never been so enjoyable.

  “Penelope, are you still there?” The loud yell coming through the phone broke her away from picturing her and Gabriel wrapped in each other’s arms last night.

  “Huh? What?”

  “Did you hear anything I just said to you? Barbara just stopped by again and said to tell you that the meeting has been postponed until eleven this morning. I told her not to worry, that you just weren’t feeling well this morning, but that you were on your way in.”

  A sigh of relief was all she could muster at the moment.

  “Get your behind in here, girl. And whoever it was that caused you to sleep in like this, you need to tell me all about him.”

  “Thanks, Bettye. I appreciate the cover. I’ll be there shortly. Promise.” Having Bettye cover for her was great, but she knew there would be questions later.

  “You got it. See you soon.”

  Hanging up the phone, Penelope looked back down at the note in her hand and felt her dark skin blush with heat and embarrassment. Her fingers shook slightly as she lifted the note and began to read.

  Penelope,

  Last night was everything I hoped it would be, and more. Unfortunately, I lied. One more night was not enough. I need to see you again. Tonight, seven o’clock. Be ready for me.

  Yours, Gabriel

  Staring at the note, she considered all of the possibilities, and the risks. Could she really get away with sleeping with the enemy without losing her job in the process? Or worse yet, her heart? Gabriel just seemed too intense, too commanding, just too much for her. Honestly, she wasn’t sure if she could handle him. Never before had a man owned her body like he had. The more of him she had, the more she seemed to crave. His scent. His touch. His voice. That kind of desire was simply not good. Lying in bed with him, all she could think about was getting closer to him. Her body would curve into his as if she was trying to have every inch of her skin touching his.

  The light touches of his fingers on her skin, rubbing her hips and curving around her waist would inevitably send her swirling toward another moment of weakness. Words of submission, of pleading and begging, would fall out of her mouth and she would cry out for him to take her again. Embarrassment at her wanton behavior did not seem to cover the range of emotions she was feeling right now.

  Shaking her head to clear the steamy images, she placed the note back down on the table and ran up the stairs to her bedroom. First things first, she had to get her ass to work. There was no way her bosses would allow her to miss a day of work right now. Not with everything going on. Quickly going to her closet, she pulled out a sexy black and white patterned dress that had a crossover tie and a skirt that flared out and flowed perfectly when she wore the black and white pumps with it. Pausing for a second, she wondered if her choice of clothing was driven by the anticipation of seeing Gabriel again. Penelope could admit that it probably was, but throwing caution to the wind, she placed the dress on the bed with a smile and went off to take her shower.

  She arrived to the office with about thirty minutes to spare. Passing by Bettye’s office, she gave her a thumbs up as she made her way to the legal department and her double-cubicle. Placing her purse in the locked drawer, she had settled into her chair, fired up her computer, and was just about to check her email when his voice came over her shoulder.

  “Good morning, Ms. Lucas.”

  “Good morning, Mr. Turner.” Damn, he looked good.

  “How are you today?”

  He knew damn well how she was doing today. Tired from their marathon sex session the night before. “I’m fine, thank you. And yourself?”

  “A little tired. I had a long night. Didn’t get much sleep.”

  Oh, he was really trying it today. Luckily, two could play this game. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I hope it wasn’t anything horrible.”

  A smile came across his face and she knew he was remembering their night as clearly as she was, “Oh, no, it was well worth it. Even though I lost hours of sleep, I would repeat it every single night.” Glancing around, he stepped inside her cubicle a little more and leaned up against one of the file cabinets. “Our meeting was delayed this morning.”

  Glancing up at him, she tried not to let her nervousness come through in her voice, “Yes, I know. I was running a bit late this morning.”

  “Not feeling well, Ms. Lucas?”

  “Feeling quite well, thank you. I had a late night myself and just slept in late.”

  “Hmmm, interesting. I hope whatever kept you awake was a good thing.”

  Deciding to get back at him a little for teasing her, “It was alright. Just one of those things that wouldn’t stop poking and prodding. It kept me up most of the night, but I’m better now.”

  “Alright? Is that how you describe it?”

  “Well, that’s probably best, don’t you think. It’s probably not a good idea to go into the tawdry details of my entire night, in the open office. Privacy is important to me, sir.”

  She watched his eyes become hooded as he continued to look at her. Certain that he had picked up the message, she barely managed to stay calm while waiting for his next words.

  “Well, I won’t keep you Ms. Lucas. Our meeting will be starting in about fifteen minutes.” He adjusted his shirtsleeves and flicked a speck of dust off his suit j
acket, “Plus, I have plans at seven this evening and nothing will keep me away.” With that, he lowered his head in acknowledgement and walked out of her cubicle and away from her.

  Was that a warning, or a promise? Based on how her body had reacted to his presence, she was willing to take either.

  Taking a few deep breaths to calm her nerves, she turned back to her computer and logged into her email account quickly. There were a few messages that she needed to read prior to the meeting and a few documents to print out. Once done, she had five minutes to spare before the meeting was set to begin. Gathering her recorder, pad of paper and a pen, she made her way down the hallway. As she opened the door, the first person she saw was Gabriel and her steps faltered. No matter how much she tried to avoid him, there was no denying the pull.

  The first night they met, they had been drawn to each other and the attraction was undeniable. It was not like her to go off with a strange man, let alone sleep with him. But with Gabriel, it had seemed so right. Just that one night with him would have been enough to keep her going, and the memories would have sustained her for many months to come.

  But having him again, the feel of his body touching hers, the taste of him when they kissed, the slide and thrust of his cock inside of her, was pretty much her undoing. If she had said no that second night when he showed up at her house, she could maybe have kept her sanity. But now, there was no going back. She wanted him and everything he had to offer. Not just for another night or for the length of time he was in the area for this deal to close. She wanted to see where this could go and she hoped he agreed.