Homerun
If Jones and I were a baseball team, you could say we finally knocked it out of the park.
After many months of ridiculous sexual tension, timing was finally on our side, and it was worth every ounce of it's weight in dirty deeds.
I hoped doing so would finally 'scratch the itch' so to speak, but it had the complete opposite affect; I'm practically crawling out of my skin for more of him. I feel like I can't get close enough.
It now feels like I have my own sort of claim on him, and it's getting a bit hard to remain discreet; Now that I've had him in every way, I want to be able to have the freedom to touch him whenever I want to- graze my fingertips across his chest when he passes by. Pat his delectable, muscular ass when I walk behind him. Kiss him hello or goodbye and not have to be awkward about it first.
75% of the time, Jones and I remain business as usual. If you were an unassuming outsider, we would not arise any suspicion whatsoever. Our conversations are legitimate, with just enough witty banter sprinkled in to keep things from being stiff, as if to say 'we have an innocent, funny platonic exchange'. To an outsider, we look like two professional acquaintances.
.....But when we steal a few moments to just be us, we tumble easily into that intimacy that we manage to keep hidden so well. No awkward touching, no need to communicate for permission, just easy smiles, kisses that leave us both out of breath, and our clothes and hair in disarray. In those moments, I know I can pull his face to mine and slowly suck his bottom lip into my mouth, and he'll growl into my mouth and tangle his fingers into my hair. At the end of our fun, I know I can pop him on his cute butt, and he can steal one last, smacking kiss. Then the spell is broken and it's back to real life.
I don't know how long we'll let this continue. I have no intentions of stopping, especially not now, but I follow his lead. I have stupidly given him the power in this whole thing, which I know could potentially be devastating to me, but I can't bring myself to care about the what-ifs. I'm in this with my eyes wide open- I know I could never have him for myself. I think I'm just so infatuated with him that I'm happy to take whatever pieces of him I can get.
...and I'm on the edge of my seat for round 2.
It now feels like I have my own sort of claim on him, and it's getting a bit hard to remain discreet; Now that I've had him in every way, I want to be able to have the freedom to touch him whenever I want to- graze my fingertips across his chest when he passes by. Pat his delectable, muscular ass when I walk behind him. Kiss him hello or goodbye and not have to be awkward about it first.
75% of the time, Jones and I remain business as usual. If you were an unassuming outsider, we would not arise any suspicion whatsoever. Our conversations are legitimate, with just enough witty banter sprinkled in to keep things from being stiff, as if to say 'we have an innocent, funny platonic exchange'. To an outsider, we look like two professional acquaintances.
.....But when we steal a few moments to just be us, we tumble easily into that intimacy that we manage to keep hidden so well. No awkward touching, no need to communicate for permission, just easy smiles, kisses that leave us both out of breath, and our clothes and hair in disarray. In those moments, I know I can pull his face to mine and slowly suck his bottom lip into my mouth, and he'll growl into my mouth and tangle his fingers into my hair. At the end of our fun, I know I can pop him on his cute butt, and he can steal one last, smacking kiss. Then the spell is broken and it's back to real life.
I don't know how long we'll let this continue. I have no intentions of stopping, especially not now, but I follow his lead. I have stupidly given him the power in this whole thing, which I know could potentially be devastating to me, but I can't bring myself to care about the what-ifs. I'm in this with my eyes wide open- I know I could never have him for myself. I think I'm just so infatuated with him that I'm happy to take whatever pieces of him I can get.
...and I'm on the edge of my seat for round 2.
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