The more I think about it the more I slap myself on the face, hard. I am his damn therapist but here I am giving him the fuck me wanton I can't wait to feel you throbbing inside my drenched pussy vibe. Maybe I over did it, maybe he cringed internally, but God I wanted him to raise my dress up, bend me on the couch and fuck my brains out. The commanding sexual tension bouncing off an unseen wave bounces between us. Like a pull it draws us and I know he fights it off, I can see it with every move he makes, every utterance he speaks; even when he wish to touch me I find him drawing himself back and that gives me the slightest of hope that he wants me just as I want him. Maybe even more so.
Alexei isn't like any of my client walking through those doors; he is different. A dark gloomy cloud overshadow his countenance but as a therapist I see beyond the facade he displays, what he shows to the world. And worst is I want to fuck him on top of it all. I can't help his intense green eyes causing chaos in my belly, his smouldering gaze hyping my override nerves, his grin that has me wishing it's more genuine than that of a deranged psychopath. And then the accent, what is it about accent that makes a man sound hotter. Whenever he calls me flower years of practice has the deep flush zero degrees temp. I see the way his eyes watches me solely with keen interest but yet he denies it. When he thinks I don't look or notices as his gaze goes to the rise and fall of my chest or the sway of my hips but my best is when his voice gets husky watching me suck my lips in. I have come to acceptance that I want more and it's not just a measly crush or lust but the love of a man, the touch I want to quench my burning insides. I want Alexei and I must have him so I will just have to make sure he accepts what is going on between us and do the needful before either of us loose it one of this days.
Gina is right.
A sister needs to get laid.
Maybe I should end all this Russian hormone and call Bryan thereby accepting his apology, probably have sex that won't lead me to an orgasm again. But at least it's still sex.
Nope. Shaking my head furiously knotting the white towel on my body then moving to the steam covered mirror wiping it clean to see myself clear. My wet locks drips down my body, squishing my face I moan out giving the woman looking back at me a pep talk.
"You deserve an orgasm. A toe curling, bone rippling, inside throbbing, breathe taking orgasm. Yes, you deserve to have a man that can provide such services and not moping on old sentiments that do me no good." But still yet, where can I find or hire such a man? It's been five years I left New York, going to club is out of the picture and it's not like those kind of men fall on your feet every day. Groaning at my mishap walking out of the shower to the room falling on the bed rolling over snatching my phone from the night stand, I dial for a pepperoni pizza and ribs.
Looking at the ceiling thinking of the possibility I can get my wish granted tonight. "Aigoo! I need to get fucked. Hard." I cry miserably. Throwing my hands over my face exasperated just before I dropped the phone another intercepted.
"Hello." My hands still over my face.
"Rosie." Frowning wanting to hang up. "Please don't hang up." He says.
"What do you want Bryan?" My voice came out harsh than I expected.
"I called to apologise for earlier on. You weren't picking my calls." Looking at my phone there I realize he calls with another number making my frown go deeper.
Sitting up I shift to the drawer taking my lotion out creaming my skin. The fragrance gives a soothing calm as I lather my skin with the scenting gel paying half of half attention to whatever he says. The action tames the building anger wanting to burst out. Like what was he thinking accusing my client of wanting to fuck me and who is he to tell me what and what not is good for me. "You know, just for the funs of it speak."
"Can I take you for a date as a means to show how much I'm sorry for causing you such embarrassment?"
"Does Langley give you such laxity with their system?" Because I see no reason why he uses operation system to get to me knowing I wouldn't pick his calls after such an embarrassing afternoon. He is lucky Alexei did not hear what he said cause I wonder what would have been the aftermath.
"I just want to apologise. I didn't know what came over me."
"Look Bryan, this is my job I have been doing for years and I don't need you throwing tantrums over me or my clients." He tries to cut in like he usually does in the past when we were dating and he offends me and it just angered me the more. "Let me finish." I command. "I don't care what it is you are dealing with but you need to work it out or we just can't be friends."
"I know and I'm sorry."
"I'm trying so hard to interpret what happened earlier on as a friend who cares than as a therapist who suspects her ex is jealous and I don't even want to delve deep to know because it is none of my business so I need you to get your head straight and act right. You have no right to interfere with my clients session just as I have no right with your job. And don't you come to my office without prior information." By the end of the sentence my breathing got harsh and strained and it was all silence for a second or two. I don't need him playing good cop, bad cop with me. And then the hurt came back, when I saw instances of him cheating and I confronted him which he denied. He always plays it cool by distracting like he wants to do making me look stupid but the last straw was catching him moaning as he fucks the Brazilian girl in our apartment. I thought five years will bury the hurt but today it all came unfolding. He doesn't have the right to get jealous or question my actions when I was the best girl he ever had and he threw it away. At this point, I am fuming squeezing the bottle of lotion unconsciously leaking few of its content out till the cool liquid snaps my head to my hand.
"I'm at your door." What! "Can I come in?" Is he trying to turn me into hulk because it's working. Storming to the door pulling it open, there he stands holding my favorite flower with a box of chocolate. How dare he?
"WTF!" Out of reflex I throw my lotion at his face slamming my door in his face. Sniffing, resting on the door I feel the tears fall free from my eyes crying softly. He can't do this to me. So he thinks he will show up to my door and I will accept him again. Does he think that low of me to be stupid to fall for his games md treats again.
"Rosie I..."
Angrily wiping the tears he doesn't deserve composing myself. If he for a second thinks I'm still the same Rosie then he must be the joker of our century. "How dare you Bryan? How dare you! Leave! Now! Or I will call security." I say loud enough he hear behind the door. Once done I strut back to my room banging the door close searching for... Shit! I threw it at him but I'm not going back there.
Fuck his fucking jealous ass.
My bell rings, then a knock and hundred more, then banging. Oooh, he is really getting on my nerves. Standing from the bed walking to the den ready to give him my best punch on the face, I pull the door open.
"I Said lea... Oh my!" Catching a pause and a breather in surprise.
"Flower."
"Alexei?" Subconsciously, my hands rise to my bosom making it known to me I'm still in a towel; a very skimpy white towel that this green eyed man is hungrily roaming his eyes all over my naked form. I try to conceal my nudity but the wolfish grin growing on his lips tells me he has seen it all and all he wants to do is eat me up to his satisfaction watching his eyes goes darker and primal in lust; and God forgive me I am already creaming down there. I got scared, like really scared taking a step back which he tilts his head grinning like a maniac set loose. You know those movies where the vampires sees its food and want nothing more but to sink his fangs deep in her throat and suck it all. This is the case, Alexei is the vampire and I am the helpless human girl. Every look he gives has me turned on to the highest degree but very much scared; no man with a sensible head looks at a woman like he does. It's like he wants to eat my soul and will enjoy every bit of it with his crazy grin. The Alexei in my office is very much appreciated than this Alexei grinning at me and I just want to run away but I can't staying glued at the spot. "Ale.."
Before I knew what happened, I was slammed to his body ripping the towel off my body. My God! My heart drummed so loud I hear it thumping against my chest hard watching him watch my naked body plastered on his. My nipples puckered out of the coolness of his leather jacket or the excitement or fear emanating from his presence. I couldn't tell. But for one thing which is sure, I am horny. He blinks digging his fingers in my hair and the other wrapped around my waist looking down to my lips hungrily, his pink tongue darts out taking a lick with the tip of his tongue growling low that got me scared. What has come over him? In a blink, he meshes our lips together kissing me hard. His fingers held me her in place going deeper in my mouth kissing the air out of my lungs as his hands caress me bum. Fuck! his kisses are heavenly playing with my tongue, nippling my lips, sucking my tongue and biting again. It is like he is making love to my lips giving it full pleasure that causes soft mewls to escapes while catching my breath. You can say the flood gates opened grinding his crotch against my dripping core. Involuntary, my hands wrap on his neck drawing him closer as our kisses got more heated and needy; slowly we pull apart as our eyes meets.
Huskily he plea. "I need to fuck you Flower. Please let me fuck you." My legs literally give out on me.
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