*'And you went with him in his car?'
*'Yes'
The drive to Natasha's house was quiet. Sitting close to him was a complete torture for me, at one point I contemplated getting out of the car when the traffic light turned red but that wasn't an option because the door was locked.
Turning back to stare out the front window, I tightened my arms over my breasts. Yes I knew doing that plumped my breasts but I didn't like the way my nipples were hardening and showing through the blouse.
Each time his gaze flicked over, the warmth that suffused my skin was somewhat annoying. I was trying hard to conceal my desire for the damn man but his dark eyes won't let me. This was the last thing I needed, an attraction to this handsome specimen of a man would completely foul up my plans of getting my once caring Raymond back.
The vehicle came to a screeching stop when an impatient motorist from the other lane took a turn unexpectedly. if it hadn't been for his arm wrapping instantly around my waist, I would have been thrown into the driver's seat, face first. I had to swallow tight as I held on to the edge of my seat, refusing to look at him.
Even after we moved to a less busy road leading to H_ _ _ _ Crescent where I presumed Natasha's house was located, it did nothing to make him remove his arm from my waist, tormenting me through the layers of clothing as a heated wave of arousal swept through me.
No sooner had I entered the room I found myself pressed against the hard muscular body of Gregory. His erection lodged between my thighs, tormenting me through the layer of clothing.
The trouser and blouse were little protection against the burning heat of his body and his hunger.
"What?" Lips parted, for breath or for his kiss. I wasn't certain, but I knew I needed and ached for both to the point I didn't realize my hands were gripping the hard width of his shoulders.
"What?" he growled. "What are you questioning, Timi? My hunger or yours?"
My stomach knotted in response to the hunger in his voice. I needed to have a little bit of decency I chastised myself
"Let me go." The demand was undermined by the whimpering need for him. God, I may as well be begging him to continue for all the denial that wasn't in my voice.
"Let you go?" He pressed tighter into the cradle of my thighs as his hands parted them further. "Are you sure that's what you want Timi?"
Heat flushed my face, spreading through my whole body as I fought to keep my lashes from drifting closed.
I felt one hand move from my hips a second before I could utter a word, his palm slapped against the door banging it shut behind me.
Gripping the hem of my blouse, he yanked it up as I lifted my arms to ease his struggle. The blouse fluttered to the floor as his hand moved to the button and zipper on my trousers. And within seconds, it too slid to the floor. Leaving me clad in my lacy black bra and matching pants, along with my black three-inch heels.
He moved back a little, staring at me "God have mercy," he whispered as though tortured before he stripped his shirt, his gaze never leaving me.
My hands went to the belt of his jeans, fumbling and slightly shaking as I tried to release it.
'God, I felt all giddy, just like a schoolgirl.'
I longed for that feeling over the months Raymond had ignored me; the excitement, the fear and the anticipation was overwhelming.
As the zipper gave way beneath my trembling fingers, a gasp left my lips seeing him naked underneath and shocked at the heavy width and length of his erection.
"No way," I croaked, swallowing past the sudden dryness in my mouth.
"Yes way," he growled as his lips took mine in a hot feverish kiss. One hand slid into my soaked pant, rubbing against the swollen bud of my clit.
*'It was so good. I wanted to cry with the pleasure of it tearing through me, officer.'
*'carry on please,'
He pleasured me on the living room floor of his best friend's house like never before. I can still remember how I whimpered his name continuously and the sensual rasp of his voice as he pounded between my thighs, driving me higher as I shook and shuddered through several orgasms. Meeting him with such hunger and need, surprise till date.
I felt emotionally complete in a way I had never dreamed possible, to the extent I feared that after that moment, I would simply live for his touch, kiss and possession. The certainty that this stranger had changed me in ways I would never be free of, scared me even more.
I rushed to dress up, not sparing him a second glance. When I was done dressing, my eyes moved around the room, checking to see what brought me there in the first place; the windows. Estimating how wide the windows in the living room were in my jumbled head without moving forward to measure it, I slipped my discarded heels on. He moved to where I stood, adjusting my hair as best as I could as he picked up my bag.
"Come here tomorrow," he whispered, placing the bag in my hand.
"I've to work," I whispered back.
"Then come back tonight," he urged, kissing my forehead.
I wanted to not leave but guilt was trying to whirl its evil head inside me, I felt dirty all of a sudden and the need to scrub my body hard was too strong. "I can't," I said quietly, not able to look at the man who gave me so much pleasure a while ago.
"Whenever you want Timi, you decide and I'll be here waiting."
I couldn't believe what had happened that day, I knew it shouldn't happen again. I wanted everything back the way it was. So, when Raymond came wanting to have sex, I tried giving him my all, tried to feel what ever Gregory did to me that afternoon. But all I kept doing was comparing and chanting Gregory's name like the Lord's prayer in my head. That satisfaction that I needed, wanted and longed for with Raymond was forever lost.