Page 10 of Loving a Libra
“I saw Maurice leaving.”
“Did you know he would be here?” She nodded. “And you came anyway?”
She shrugged. “I don’t owe him anything.”
“C’mere.”
She took her time coming around to the other side of my desk, and when she reached me, I pulled her onto my lap.
“Spend the night with me?”
“At your place?”
“Wherever.”
“Okay.”
“No shit?”
She nodded. “I want to tell you my plans anyway.”
“I’ll book a room and send you the details.”
“Okay. I’m gonna go pick up the food I ordered.”
“Did you pay for it?”
“Of course, and I don’t want my money back.”
She leaned forward and kissed my lips. When she tried to pull away, I grabbed the back of her neck and held her in place, slipping my tongue between her lips. I enjoyed kissing Devyn. Her lips were soft, and her tongue tasted good. Unfortunately, I had to pull away when my dick began to stiffen.
“What will you tell Maurice?”
“You let me worry about that.”
She kissed me again before getting up and leaving my office. I booked a room downtown at a five-star hotel and sent her the information.
At about ten o’clock, I’d completed what I wanted to get done for the night and left my office. I spent about thirty minutes walking around the lounge, greeting customers and ensuring the food and service were satisfactory. After talking to the managers on duty and the cooks, I headed to the hotel.
Twenty minutes later, when I let myself into the room, I heard the shower. After securing the door, I dropped my gym bag, containing an extra set of clothes, on the floor, and headed straight to the bathroom, undressing on the way. I pushed the door open and was met with a thin layer of steam. Devyn wasn’t even startled when I opened the glass door and stepped inside.
“Perfect timing,” she said.
She dropped her loofah, and I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her body against mine.
“Damn, I missed you,” I mumbled with my lips against hers.
She opened her mouth to receive my tongue, and we kissed as if it had been weeks since we last saw each other. I turned her so that her back was up against the shower wall, before cupping her ass. As if we’d done this hundreds of times, she didn’t hesitate to wrap her legs around my waist.
With my dick pressed against her pussy, I ground in a circular motion. If I wasn’t careful, her stomach would be covered in my white, creamy fluid. I caressed both of her breasts with my hands as my tongue traveled to her neck. Her soft moans grew louder as I played with her nipples.
When I’d had enough foreplay, I slipped my hand between her legs and swiped two fingers over her pussy. The clear, slippery substance on my fingers told me what I needed to know. Before making my entrance, I licked my fingers clean.
“You ready?” She nodded. “What are you ready for?”
“You.”
“What do you want me to do?”
