A Piece of Me (6 page)

Stepping wide, she leaned her hips
against the wall, feeling the cool press of the window on her back.
She wondered if people could see her. What they were thinking and
saying. Could they imagine the pleasure she was getting?

She watched as Neal leaned forward and
inhaled, taking in her scent--the same erotic spice that had even
reached her nose.

When he dipped his tongue between her
folds, her body bucked towards his mouth and she knew no one could
visualize what she was experiencing. Not even in her own wildest
dreams had she even come close to the feel of Neal’s tongue
circling her clit and pulling it into his mouth, tugging on her,
making her cry out.

The back of her head banged against
the glass as the tip of his tongue slid from left to right, in an
erotic pattern down her slit until he reached her opening. Pressing
forward, he fucked her with his tongue, showing the same skill he’d
proven in the kiss.

Leaving her at heaven’s gate, he moved
back up, nibbling and suckling her labia. He returned to her clit
and began flicking it rapidly, making her hips dance to the rhythm
of his tongue. Her insides were drawn so tight with the need to
come, she felt as if she were losing her mind as she begged and
called out his name. Simply pleading with him to set her
free.

“
Just a little more,
sweetheart,” he teased as his hands gripped the inside of her
thighs and forced her legs wider. When his mouth fully covered her
sex, and his tongue entered her again, this time giving no quarter,
he thrust inside of her repeatedly.

He taunted her with her own orgasm as
his tongue stroked her walls. Her knees buckled and she had to
press the heels of her hands against the windowsill to keep herself
from falling to the floor, all the while still clutching her dress.
He hummed against her pussy and she came, hard and fast.

She was sure the people milling around
the streets of downtown probably heard her cry.

“
Fuck, that was amazing.”
He placed a last kiss to her clit.

She collapsed on to him and he caught
her and pulled her mouth to his kissing her passionately, making
her taste her own essence.

On his lap, she felt as if she were
outside of herself, going out of her mind with need. The only thing
she could think about was feeling Neal inside of her. “I need you.”
She pulled away and worked her hands between their bodies and began
unfastening his pants.

“
Take what you want.” He
held her waist, supporting her on his thighs.

The button loosened, then she paused
in a moment of clarity. “The dress, I don’t want to ruin it, I’d
have nothing to wear home.”

“
I’d buy you twenty.” He
laughed.

“
No, you won’t.” She was
not going to have him spending any more money on her. Not wanting
to completely stop taking him out of his pants, she reached one
hand behind her back attempting to unhook her dress.

Brushing her hands away, he took over,
saying, “Finish the job you started, honey, before my dick tears
through my pants.”

Giggling, she lowered her hand back to
his fly and kissed him loudly on the mouth. They worked in tandem
and she only stopped for a brief second allowing him to pull the
dress over her head.

“
Shit! Look at these
beauties.”

She felt overwhelmed at his praise as
he admired her breasts and cupped them as if they were precious and
fragile. A frisson of heat raced down her spine as he scratched the
tips of them with his short, blunt nails.

Not distracted from her course, Amana
finally had his pants open and pulled down the waistband of his
boxer briefs. Looking down she watched his plump crown of his cock,
blushed purple with desire, revealed. Her heart kicked against the
wall of her chest at seeing the head, the size of a medium plum.
She continued lowering the underwear down his thick
shaft.

Oh, my word. What have I
gotten myself into?
She thought with
trepidation.

She began to tremble as she thought
about Neal’s length and width being inside of her. This was the
reason people should never believe myths about penis size based on
race, she surmised.

“
You okay, sweetheart?”
Neal was still palming and squeezing her breast.

“
I’m not sure all that’s
going to fit inside of me,” she told him honestly.

He cupped her cheeks, waiting for her
to look at him. “It will, but I want you to take the lead,
determine how much and what speed we do this.” He kissed one corner
of her mouth. “There’s no rush tonight.” His lips touched the other
side. Leaning back, he gazed at her. “We can take our time and do
this right.”

“
Thank you.” She ran her
hands through his hair, allowing the silky texture to caress her
fingers. She appreciated his kindness and the fact he didn’t plan
to toss her to the floor and ram his thick dick inside of her,
forcing her to take it all in one thrust. “Let’s do
this.”

“
You want to move to the
bed?” His hands dropped to her hips holding her lightly.

“
No.” She shook her head.
“Right here, right now.”

Grabbing her tight around the waist,
he rose to his knees. “Push my pants down for me, since we’re not
ruining clothes tonight.”

She laughed. “Yes, sir.” Leaning back,
she gripped his pants and underwear, wiggling them down below his
ass and shoved them as far as they would go. With his wide-knee
stance, they barely made it mid-thigh, but it was
enough.

Resting on his haunches again, he
brought her down until the mouth of her sex kissed his cock. She
planted her feet on the floor, one on each side of his hip, her
knees bent and spread wide so that she could maneuver. Taking a
hold of his hard cock, warm flesh over steel, she glided the tip
around her sex, coating him in her cream.

Done, gripping his shoulder for
leverage, she pressed down. As his head entered her, stretching
her, she moaned. She tightened her walls around him and caused him
to groan.

Lifting up, she allowed him to pop out
then she took him in again and lowered herself a little
more.

“
Damn,” he growled. “That
feels good. You feel good.”

Burying her face in the side of his
neck, she continued to slide along his length, one glorious inch at
a time as she raised herself up and down. Her sex yawned,
stretching wide around him and ached. However, the feeling of him
stroking along her walls was so intense and wonderful, she wasn’t
deterred from her goal of getting all of his broad cock inside of
her.

Less than two inches from the base of
his shaft, Amana’s body began to shudder and her resolve began to
wane. She wrapped her arms around his shoulder and held on to him.
“I can’t do it.”

They sat like that for a
moment.

“
Shh…” he caressed her
spine. “You don’t have to, sweetheart. What we came here to do can
still get accomplished.”

“
I want to, but…” she
mumbled against his neck. She knew there was no reason for her to
feel like a failure, but she did. She cared for Neal, deeply, and
she wanted to allow him full access to her body. Give to him freely
this night and let him have the same liberties in pleasure without
him having to be concerned if she could handle him.

He caressed her back again.
“Sweetheart, let me help you.”

Pulling away, she stared into his
eyes, feeling the connection that had always been a part of their
relationship and nodded.

Taking hold of her hips, a
finger on his right hand brushed the scar from the kidney
operation, a mirror of the two he would have. It was another symbol
declaring the bond between them.
You have
a piece of my body, but my whole heart.

The look in his eyes became more
intense and his fingers flexed, digging into her ass. For a moment,
she wondered if she’d said the words aloud.

Finally, the tension in his hands
eased some. “Kiss me.”

She leaned against him, pressing her
breast to his chest and did as he requested.

As their kiss caused the flame blazing
between them to roar out of control, Neal began to lift and lower
her, up and down his cock as he thrust up meeting her. She became
lost in his kiss, the feel of his strength around her and his
hardness pushing further inside of her. In and out, he went,
forcing her to ride him and take him deeper. He never stopped
kissing her. Never stopped holding her. Never stopped making her
feel the passion of their bonding, as if nothing else mattered but
them.

Amana wasn’t even sure at what point
she’d taken all of him into her, until she began coming her body
shook and her sex squeezed around him as she ground against the
base of his dick.

He moved his mouth from hers. “Shit, I
want to feel that again.” His voice was rough. “Wrap your legs
around me,” he demanded.

Removing her feet from the floor, she
brought them around his waist and crossed them at the ankle. Soon,
the two of them started to move as one, pushing each other towards
a pleasure that promised a place in paradise. When she climaxed the
next time, he joined her as he slammed into her one final time and
released his hot seed deep inside of her.

Chapter 5

Neal was enjoying the weight of the
woman in his arms. The thought that he could stay like that forever
echoed through the chambers of his heart and filled his blood. The
depth of the emotions coursing through his body scared him. He’d
never felt as deeply or passionately for another woman as he did
for Amana at that moment. This is just for one night, his mind
reminded him.

The truth of his own words caused an
ache inside of him. Come morning, he’d have to let her go. Return
back to the life they both shared, where they were boss and
employee--friends. If they became parents that would add another
dimension, but nothing more. Nothing more.

“
How about a shower,
beautiful?”

“
That sounds wonderful,”
she sighed.

Leaning back, he assessed her
features. “Are you okay?”

She smiled and wiggled her luscious
ass and squeezed her walls around his dick still buried inside of
her. “I’m really good.”

He chuckled, flexed his
fingers on her ass and helped her stand. As her sex released his
cock, he groaned, missing the tight warmth of her pussy. The urged
to press her back down onto his lap and slide inside of her once
again made his chest tighten, making him inhale deeply to steady
himself and let go the tension.
The night
wasn’t over.

Rising with her, he couldn’t help
admiring how sensual she appeared in nothing but her smile and her
silver sandals. “I think I might enforce a new dress code for
work.”

Glancing down at herself, she shook
her head. “Oh, no… that will be a memo I ‘forget’ to type up and
circulate.” She made quotation marks in the air with her
fingers.

He rose. “I’m willing to allow you a
chance to present your opposing points in the shower.” He toed out
of his shoes and allowed his pants to drop to his ankles and then
stepped from them.

Always one for a challenge, she took
off her heels. “You’re on.” Dropping the shoes by her dress, she
sashayed her sweet ass towards the bathroom.

His underwear went next down his legs
then he stood and removed his tie and shirt. “You have to be very
persuasive to get me on your side.”

She glanced back at him over her
shoulder and allowed her gaze to roll slowly down the length of his
body, pausing at his groin before moving on. “Oh, I
will.”

One sock then the other went flying as
he followed her.

In the shower, they bathed each other
and played around, before Amana looked at him, her brown eyes
filled with wicked intent.

“
Let’s talk about the dress
code, Mr. Stephens.” Her hands caressed his chest.

One of many parts of his body that had
once been smooth and muscled now was decorated with scars. Just
like his sides where one kidney had been removed and another
replaced. The only scar on his lower body was on his right thigh
where his femur had been shattered in the accident and the jagged
bone had torn through muscle and skin, ripping his leg open. Pins
and a lot of physical therapy had repaired it and returned it to
full serviceability.

“
My thought--” He pushed
the wet waves that had been salon created curls earlier in the
night away from her face. “--Is that nudity would allow you to move
around the office unconstrained and hindered by apparel.” He
fondled her breast and pinched her nipples, loving the small hiss
she made from the pain/pleasure sensation. “Not only that. In the
summer it would be much cooler and must I say that your gorgeous
golden brown skin would be a compliment to any
accessory.”

“
Hmm, you may have a
point.”

He leaned down and licked water off
one of her nipples. “So, what say you? Let me hear your counter
argument.”

“
I only have this.” She
went to her knees before him and took hold of his cock that had
become hard once again while they played in the shower.