Mr. M's POV:
I should be furious. I am furious.
This is all entirely ludicrous.
How can one person have such power over another? When did I give her permission to control me? Why do I feel controlled by a simple request?
"....Say yes and nothing will really change between us, I won't change. I want us together officially Mr. M, no more 'enjoying each other' without a set commitment between us."
Her ultimatum is firm, I can tell just from how rigid her muscles are beneath my hands. I rub her sides a bit to get her to relax but it has the opposite affect, I stop immediately.
Damn her. I'll feel like a child, but I just want to scream, "This isn't fair!"
Why do women always want to complicate simple things? Why do people feel the need to label EVERYTHING?
Two options. That's all I have.
I tell her no and she'll leave without looking back. Phoebe isn't the type to beg, but then again neither am I. How the hell have we made it this far?
I tell her yes and- and? What will happen between us? Nash promised not to change when we got married, ten years later I'm standing in my office with another in my arms.
Promises mean nothing to me anymore.
I look into her brown eyes and immediately look away. Apprehension churning in my stomach. I feel her as she lays her head on my chest and hugs me. This feels like a goodbye, I don't want to say that to her. Anyone but her. But....
What if this is just another trap?
I can't take another destructive relationship. I'm not strong enough, no sane person should be.
'But this is Phoebe...my Phoebe...I can give us this chance.'
Can I?
I nod my head without thinking. I'm done with talking now that head is clear.
She can't see my nodding. But that's okay because I can give my answer in more pleasurable ways. I firmly grip Phoebe by her hips and drop her roughly onto my desk. Now I have her undivided attention. Good.
Phoebe opens her mouth, probably to yell at me, so I take the opening and slide my tongue over her bottom teeth. It has the desired affect because almost immediately her mouth clamps shut again.
Taking a step back from her, I analyze her posture with a smirk. It tells me that I won't be taking her without a fight, she wants my effort and I can definitely give her that.
Her ankles are crossed and her arms are slightly up, ready to push me back. What gives away her want is her heavy breathing, and those damned eyes.
How can brown be a boring eye color when it should remind everyone of warm chocolate? The warmth they radiate alone should be worshiped. Vanilla is widely loved and yet people don't seem to know that the vanilla bean is a dark brown. That doesn't change the taste at all, it just changes its perceived color. Phoebe smells faintly of vanilla and I can't help but think it's fitting for our situation.
Instead of immediately going after her again, I loosen my tie. Her breath hitches in her throat. I hide my smile and start unbuttoning my shirt. Every intention on my part is clear, Phoebe isn't a fool, she knows that there is a limited time remaining before I start unbuttoning my pants.
I look up and watch her eyes follow my hands as I slowly strip my shirt off. Underneath is a plain white t-shirt, which I pull over my head. Now Phoebe's just starring at my bare chest and loose tie.
Words will break the spell we're both under, so I walk up to her and place her hands on my belt. I don't rush her movements, she must want this as much as I do.
While she's debating with herself, I grab the back of her neck and tilt up her head. I trace my nose along her jawline and I kiss along her neck before I bite down on the flesh around her collar bone. Phoebe grumbles her discontent but I can't find it within myself to stop torturing her, so I do the same thing on the other side of her neck.
Phoebe opens her legs and tugs me into her embrace. She's kissing me before I can comprehend the change. Before I felt the heat of lust, now it's just a raging inferno running in my veins right to my dick. I need her, now.
I grab onto her hips and lift her up to feel my need. A small gasp from her lips is all I need to capture her tongue with mine. We both moan our acceptance about what is about to happen.
I startle slightly when I feel her palm on my dick. I don't even remember feeling my pants falling, much less my boxers. Her grip tightens and I lose the air in my lungs. My entire body shudders as she slowly strokes me.
I kick off my shoes and pants, somehow Phoebe never loses her grip. Getting even closer, I place my head into the crook of her neck and groan in pleasure. We just stay in this position and i enjoy her simple touch.
My daze clears enough after a couple of minutes for me to want more than just a hand job. My hands trace over Phoebe's pants and I want them off.
Lifting my head, I kiss Phoebe hard. My sudden attack catches her off guard and her hand stills. I use my advantage to unbutton her pants, while also leaning heavily to unbalance her.
At this point, she has no choice but to place her hands beside her body to keep upright. The opening gives me the opportunity to slide my hands under her pants. I grab the soft flesh of her ass before tugging the sides of her pants and dragging them down. I even manage to take her underwear too.
Unfortunately, my actions break our kiss but now I have the delight of looking at her perfectly unshaven, wet pussy.
I feel my dick spring up at the sight and now it practically hurts to be this hard. But I know that I can't rush, I'll do that later.
Phoebe catches me off guard when she starts stroking herself. I guess I'm taking too long for her liking.
Feeling miffed, I grab onto her fingers and suck them dry. I replace her hand with my own but I push in two fingers and use my thumb to stroke her clit. Phoebe's body shakes with tension at first but then her body almost melts. If I didn't place a hand on her back, she would've fallen onto the desk.
"Oh!" She yells when I pick up the pace. Her pelvis involuntarily moves to my pace.
Her walls clamp down on my fingers but I don't want her to come just yet, so I slip my fingers out of her pussy.
"Don't you dare-AH!" Phoebe threatens before I bury my dick, balls deep into her body.
That alone has her climaxing and arching her back off the desk. Somehow, we've ended up with her laying on the desk and my bent over her.
As I watch cum, I seem to have an out- of- body experience.
Her eyes are closed but the pure pleasure she's radiating has a smile on my face. It's good to know that you can satisfy your partner, it's an ego boost.
This woman is raw perfection, faultless and ethereal.
And then there's me.
Could I be so selfish to keep her with me, knowing that she has bigger plans that I won't fit into? Knowing that if I keep her by my side, I'll only be stifling her growth?
I'm Phoebe's first ever lover, something I don't take lightly, but what if she wants to test her bed with other lovers? If I say yes then I'll never let her go, she'll be buried too deep by then.
Why would she want to be with the cold, callous, bastard that I am? But then again, she's never met that side of me. I've kept my broken pieces hidden.
Within my lover's embrace, I decide to sacrifice for the greater good.
How could I live with myself if I ruin her? The answer is, I won't be able to.
I can't say yes knowing that she'll become just as damaged as I am.
Phoebe opens her eyes and we stare at each other.
She opens her mouth to say something but I silence her with a kiss. I want to remember this moment forever, seeing as though it'll be our last.
AN: Do y'all know how hard it is to write/edit a hot scene in a public library??