Sitting at my computer, working away, I become aware of him behind me.
Whether it’s just the warmth of his body proximate to my cool skin or the collision of pheromones around me, it’s hard to tell.
Mentally, I wasn’t concentrating on extraneous circumstances but on the screen in front of me.
My body reacts instinctively, over-riding my mind and my head leans into his, skulls purposefully rubbing together, as he bends to kiss my neck.
His warm lips seeking out the soft, most sensitive of areas and sending frissons of electricity throughout my body.
My back arches, boobs lift and nipples respond treacherously as the smile plays across my face before I lose mental cohesion and melt into the pulsing of the blood rushing in my ears.
If he were to just lead me to the bedroom, work or no work, I would be his… My body is in control, casting aside any other commitments.
In the kitchen, the buzzer rings to alert him that food is ready and, with one last caress, he moves away.
The moment is gone.
Only to be remembered with regret 12 hours later as I wave goodbye at the station.
It will be ten days before another opportunity.
What a lovely description of the sadness of the ‘might have been’. The worst kind of regret.
Carpe Diem.
Faile x
Thanks, Faile. Only five more days to go :)
One can only wonder at his self-control in recognising that you had work to do and thus sublimating his urges.
Doubtless he shares those regrets at what might have been as he waits patiently for your return.
LOL@Freddy. I think he must have been very hungry because it was his stomach that won the battle over his groin for once – me having work to do would not have come into the equation if that buzzer hadn’t gone off in the kitchen :P