Page 18 of The Boardroom: Kirk
“I bet you are,” he says, and smiles at me, moving his hand slowly up my thigh, farther up and farther in, and it takes a significant amount of effort not to cave in right there. We’re maintaining eye contact, staring at each other, a thousand invisible words passing between us, invisible questions.What is this? Is it sex? Is it something beginning? Are we pretending the past never happened? Can you believe it?
Us. After all these years, us.
I shiver and suddenly leap up off the couch, pacing in frantic circles around the room.
“Marissa?” Kirk asks, and he gets up to follow me. “I’m sorry, that was probably—”
“No, no,” I say, biting my lip and looking down at the floor. “It’s not that, and trust me, it’s not because I don’t want this, I just…”
“You just what?”
I walk up to Kirk and put my hand on his face, stroking his cheek softly, and he smiles. “Kirk, before anything happens, I need to know that you’ve forgiven me. I need to know…I need to know that you don’t have any…leftover resentment towards me, because occasionally it’s felt like you still did.”
Kirk sighed. “You did hurt me…a lot…” he started, and I felt my heart sink. “But that was a different world, and a different time, and we’re adults now. We know better. Iknowyou know better. It doesn’t matter anymore. It was silly, and it’s in the past. I promise.” His eyes were warm with affection, and I believed him.
“Really?” I say, and I realize how much, after years and years, I have needed to hear him say those words.
“Really,” Kirk says. I’m backed up against the wall of the living room, and Kirk rests his forehead on mine and smiles. We breathe. The wound had mended, and we were at peace.
We meet eyes again, and then there’s really only one thing to do.
Kirk kisses me, and I feel myself melting into the wall as his mouth meets mine. His hands grip my waist as he pulls me against him, and the feel of my body pressed firm against him is already driving me insane. I can hardly believe I waited this long…and that I ever let him go.
I sigh as Kirk runs a long-fingered hand through my hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck, sucking on it as he pushes me harder against the wall…the nerdy kid I knew in high school was clearly long gone…and the commanding, wealthy lawyer I knew from work at Torver had brought all those sensibilities into the bedroom with him.
I moaned as I felt Kirk reach under my dress and pull down my tights, and I shivered at the feeling of his hands on my bare legs. I pulled off my sweater dress and discarded it on the ground, leaving me in my favorite pair of bright red lace panties with the matching bra. I smirked as Kirk caught his breath…I know what days to pull out the expensive underwear.
“Marissa,” Kirk whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re absolutely…” he looked me up and down again. “You’re absolutely stunning.”
I smiled at him, running a hand up his chest, feeling the taut muscles quivering underneath. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
Kirk lifts me up onto a nearby table and puts his lips to me again, tangling his fingers into my hair and intensifying his kisses by the second. He pulls me towards him by the small of my waist so I can feel the hardness of him between my legs, and I moan at the contact.
“Are we really doing this?” I asked, pulling away to take a breath as I laid down on the table. “Are you sure?”
Kirk grinned, his breath hot against my ear as he hovered over me. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to see you naked and writhing underneath me like this?” He slipped a long finger underneath the hem of my panties, and I moaned as he stroked me. “Of course.”
I sighed, desperate to feel more of him. We kissed frantically on the table for a few more minutes, and I yelped in pleased surprise as Kirk picked me up and carried me into my bedroom, gently laying me down on the bed.
“Nice sheets,” Kirk said, examining the red silk sheets underneath me. They were the one thing in this house I had allowed myself to splurge on…they made me feel sexy.
I tried not to moan prematurely as I watched Kirk climb over me…just the sight of him and the anticipation was enough to make me shudder with pleasure. He smiled at me as he began to remove my underwear, leaving me lying completely naked underneath him. He ran his large hands over every inch of my skin, kissing and caressing me until I thought I might go insane.
This sex was different…yes, it was our first time together…we had never done anything more than kiss as teenagers…but there was an element of rediscovery in it that was unmistakable. As we touched each other, there was something almost scientific, almost reverent about the process. We noticed changes, we remembered little things. It was new, it was old, but it was altogether beautiful.
Kirk drew out our foreplay, making sure he knew and understood every inch of my body before he took things any further. He massaged my back and ran his hands up and down the smooth lengths of my legs until I was practically numb with relaxation. He kissed my breasts and neck until I was sighing. I could already tell that this was going to be incredible.
“You’re wearing far too many clothes,” I said. Earlier, the sight of Kirk hovering over my nakedness with his clothes still on was incredibly arousing, but now I was desperate to see what was underneath.
He kissed me again and laughed. “If you insist, darling.”
The worddarlingrung out like bells in my ears, and I smiled.
Kirk removed his sweater and my eyes widened. I could tell he had gotten ripped even with his clothes on, butdamn.Kirk was as chiseled as any underwear model, sporting a six-pack and arms that looked like something you’d find on a Greek sculpture in an art museum.
“Dude,”I said, and Kirk laughed, running his hands over my breasts and kissing me again. I undid his belt and threw it to the side, and continued to undo his pants until he slid them down his legs.
I freed the large, hard length of him from his boxers and Kirk sighed as I stroked it. He kissed me again, grinding against me, teasing me, and I could hardly bear it any longer.
