Page 94 of Tarek

A rush of emotion washes over me. I cup his face into my hand, and I kiss him. Putting all my emotions behind that kiss, the things that I would love to say, but I can’t. He groans like he is enjoying the taste of me. As he sucks gently on my tongue, I dig my nails into his hair as my pussy clenches on his dick. I break the kiss, holding his face as I become lost in his gaze. His grey eyes are alive, I can see the hint of green in them. I feel my soul is being sucked in, it’s like we are forming a connection.

“Fuck,” he grunts. He closes his eyes; his mouth finds mine again. This time the kiss is urgent and unyielding.

“Come on my cock, Treasure,” he whispers against my lips, his breath is hot, his words are rough and low. “Make this cock yours, because it fucking is,” he murmurs into my open panting mouth. His words grip my soul and before I could stop myself an orgasm hits from my spine, then it radiates through my body. Shattering me from the inside out.

“Shit, Tarek,”

“Atta girl. Fuck, fuckkkkk you, Penny,” His hips slap against mine as he presses deeper. His body shudders as he lets go.

His hands hold me tight while he stills for a few seconds. Both of us trying to catch our breath. Finally, he slips out of me and heads to my office bathroom, leaving me breathless. With wobbly legs I shuffle to my desk clinging to the edge, trying to regain some self-control.

I am startled by a cold cloth that is pressed against my vagina.

I turn to see Tarek on his knees wiping away the remnants of our escapade.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you,”

“It’s okay.”

He takes some minutes to clean me up and put our clothes back on. No one is talking. That felt different. We have been at it for a couple of weeks now. We have had sex mostly at my home, or in his office at the restaurant. Now for the first time we are having sex at my office. Thankfully no one is here since I decided to work late tonight.

Why did he have to smile? Like he was having fun?

Tarek comes out the bathroom rolling up his shirt sleeves, he sees my face. “What?”

“Why did you smile?”

His eyebrows crinkle. “When did I smile?”

“When you were fucking me? Why did you smile?” I didn’t need to use the f-word, but I needed to make it sound crass. A smile means emotions and we are not having emotions.

“If I smile while I was having sex with you. It was because it’s awesome and I was enjoying it.” He says it so easily like it wasn’t a big deal. Maybe I’m overreacting.

I didn’t reply, because I was overthinking his smile and what it could mean.

“You’re not enjoying it? Did I hurt you?” I can hear concern echoing his words. He pauses at his belt.

“I am enjoying it. The smile just threw me off.”

“So, my smile is ugly. I promise not to smile at you again.” Tarek walks up to me and pulls me slowly in his arms.

Without hesitation I find myself melting in his chest.

“I’m being dramatic. Of course, you can smile,” I say as I place my face flush against his light blue shirt.

Tareks makes small circles on my back, creating a warm comforting touch. “I will promise never to smile again when I am in you. I will keep a serious face.”

I chuckle inhaling the scent of his expensive cologne. “You’re so silly.”

He presses a kiss on my forehead and pulls away.

“Are you leaving now?”

“No, I am staying to finish work. Then I will go home.” My mind is nudging me to ask him to wait, to stay until I am finished. I hold back.

Tarek throws his black blazer over his forearm. “I will see you at the next ding.”

“At the next ding,” I reply.

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