Chapter 13
Emily
The soft glowof candlelight danced across the pristine white tablecloth of the upscale restaurant, casting an air of sophistication and elegance over the intimate space. I sat across from Gavin, my heart pounding in my chest and I struggled to maintain my composure in the face of overwhelming emotions.
As I glanced around the restaurant, I couldn’t help but marvel at the luxurious surroundings. The walls are adorned with tasteful artwork, the soft strains of classical music floating through the air, and the aroma of exotic cuisine wafting from the kitchen.
But despite the opulence of our surroundings, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at my insides. Ever since returning home, I’ve been drawn to Gavin like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the magnetic pull of our undeniable chemistry.
Yet, even as I longed to give in to the rush of emotions that threatened to overwhelm my thoughts, I couldn’t ignore the nagging voice of reason in the back of my mind. We had made a promise to each other in Tulum on that first night. A pact to keep things casual and uncomplicated, from the burdens of commitment and expectation.
And yet, as I sat there, opposite Gavin, the weight of those requests felt heavier than ever before. With each passing moment of silence, the unspoken tension between us seemed to grow, hanging over the table like a dark cloud.
Gavin clears his throat, breaking the uneasy silence that has settled between us.
“So, Emily,” he began, his voice hesitating as he searched for the right words. “Outside of work, how is everything? What should we do, honestly?”
I forced a smile, my heart hammering in my chest as I met Gavin’s gaze.
“Honestly,” I start, my voice tinged with uncertainty, “honestly, I don’t know.”
Gavin nods, a flicker of disappointment flashing across his features before he quickly masks it with a forced smile of his own. “When we left the airport, neither of us expected to see one another again,” he said, his tone carefully neutral. “But fate had a twisted way of doing things. I feel like it’s got to mean something.”
As we lapsed into another awkward silence, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret wash over me. This wasn’t how I imagined the night would go, filled with stilted conversation and uncomfortable silences.
But try as I might to ignore it, the undeniable truth remained - I wanted more with Gavin. More than just a casual encounter and fleeting moments of passion. I wanted a genuine connection, a relationship built on trust, respect, and mutual affection.
Yet, as I stole a glance at him across the table, I couldn’t shake the fear it would be a bad idea. That becoming anything more than colleagues at work would end in a disaster, but what if it didn’t?
Sitting in the dimly lit restaurant, I was torn between my emotions and logical reasoning, engaged in an ongoing internal struggle. I was balancing the yearning for something more meaningful with Gavin and the reluctance to risk getting hurt. Without a doubt, as the evening advanced and the unspoken emotions weighed heavily in the atmosphere, I concluded, that I could not escape my feelings indefinitely. The attraction we had between us carried significance. I also realized that it was unfair to him. His upfront and honest communication about his wants makes it difficult to ignore.
I look at him.
“We need to be careful,” I say, placing my napkin on my plate of finished food.
“Is that what I think it means?” he inquires.
“At work, we are two professionals who have a cordial relationship. We are nothing more than acquaintances who work together.”
“And when not at work?”
“Listen, I don’t want to make a bunch of rules. That’s not how relationships work. But we must keep smart about our personal lives and what we do in them.”
“Our personal lives are going to co-mingle?”
I nod my head and smile.
“Can we get out of here now?”
I layon my stomach on the bed. My body is bare to him. With a look over my shoulder, I observe him casually stroking himself with his eyes on me and his lower lip caught between his teeth. With butterflies in my stomach, I slightly lift my pelvis off the bed and expose myself to him a little more.
He makes his way to the bed, leans down, and reaches for my thighs. As he kisses the back of my thigh, his tongue catches my center. He presses his tongue inside and his grasp on my thighs tightens while he eats me, almost bringing me instantly to orgasm. He licks up to my tight pucker and continues peppering kisses up my spine, to my shoulders. While he places my hair to the side, his teeth take my earlobe, and he nibbles, breathing deeply and lightly moaning with his satisfaction.
I feel his hard cock nudging at my entrance as his hips press into me. He uses his knee to push my left leg up on the mattress, then he pushes in. His hand reaches underneath me by the stomach and lifts me a little while he thrusts. I turn my head and we kiss. My moans escape into his mouth as we move together.
I move to my side to lie on the mattress while he moves in behind me. With his hand on my hip, he lifts his leg and bends it against mine. He grips me and moves while my head moves back to the crook of his arm and his mouth splays more open mouthed kisses on my shoulder. His hand rounds my front and moves down to my pussy. His fingers gently toyed with my clit before moving back up my chest and cupping my breasts. My body is full of his touch from head to toe. His hand moves from my breast to my neck as he pulls my head back and takes my lips with his.
He pulls out of me and pushes me to my back, leaning over me as his fingers play with my pussy. I push my hips up and welcome his fingers as they caress me. His body moves and hovers over mine while our lips fuse. His hand moves to my thigh, presses down while his cock pushes inside and my hips wrap around his back. We move together while he languidly pumps into me as he looks down at our connected bodies, and watches himself while he fucks me.
My hands move to his forearms when he leans down and kisses my neck. He tightens his knees around my body and we change positions as our hands interlock and he rolls to his back on the bed and with me on top of him. The move is so swift and seamless that our joined bodies stay together. I place my hands on the sides of his head while I move against his body. His hand moves to my breasts as I sit straight up and move my hips. He pushes up from underneath, while his hands move across my back, never staying still as I move above him. After a while, I move from him and he places himself back in between my legs and pushes into me. My forehead touches his chest and he kisses the top of my head as we move together. His thumb and his forefinger lift my chin and he takes my mouth while his body thrusts into mine. A moment later, my head falls back while he grunts and I moan.
Moments later, he stands on the bed, places his cock at my lips as I open, and fucks my mouth. I taste myself on him while he pumps into my mouth with one hand holding the back of my head gingerly with each bend of his knees.
“Yeah, Yeah. Just like that, baby. Take all of me.”
I hollow out my cheeks, while I take him to the back of my throat repeatedly, my hand fists his shaft while my mouth sucks. I circle his cock with my tongue before he pulls out and strokes his cock. My mouth moves to his balls and with my tongue, I lightly roll them in my mouth, adding a slight bit of suction while he strokes.
I sit back on the bed and catch my breath before he places a hand on my stomach and positions me on my knees. He positions himself behind me as I spread my legs, baring everything to him. He gently pushes inside. His hands move me by the firm grasp that he has on my hips. He leans over my body, draping mine with his as he moves in and out, bottoming with each powerful thrust. Eliciting loud moans from my throat each time. Until he presses hard into me with a guttural moan.
“Fuck,” he expels.
He presses into me once more time, with his head between my shoulder blades. After a moment, he releases a breath and pulls out. He moves around the bed and stands in front of me. With both his hands on the sides of my face, he lifts mine to him and gently kisses me.
Our faces are an inch away as he smiles at me, retreats to the bathroom, and returns with a washcloth.