Page 41 of Divine Sense
1 New Message: Flower
When I tapped on the message, I saw that it was a photo of her. She was making a kissing face at the camera and squinting one eye. Her long, dark hair fell loosely around the sides of her bare, clean face. She looked fresh from any ounce of makeup and I marveled at just how naturally beautiful she was. She was wearing what looked to be a cashmere robe that had slipped off the sides of her shoulders in a way that I knew wasn’t accidental. There was nothing I wanted more than to be able to press my lips to her freckled shoulder and then sink my teeth into it. I swallowed hard as I feasted on the only set of eyes that ever brought me to my knees. I’d driven by her place late last week after the sun had gone down and stole a kiss or two from her from the safety of my G-Wagon.
Okay it was definitely more than just a kiss and I definitely had to have my car detailed afterwards but all the same. It’d been a minute since I’d seen her and the photo she sent me so early in the morning didn’t help the growing situation in my pants.
You know it’s not nice to leave a girl like you left me last week and not tell her when she’s going to get an encore.
Something that was blatantly obvious in this situation was the fact that both of us were avoiding giving it a label. I wasn’t sure if we were friends with benefits, just purely each other’s source for a good time, or something more. I wanted it to be something more but she hadn’t brought it up so I wasn’t sure where she stood. As the oldest brother to three sisters, I knew women deserved to be treated with respect. It was important to me that she knows that I thought of her as more than just a casual thing because my feelings for her were anything but casual.
I just wasn’t sure how to bring that up to her.
“What’s got you lookin’ like you just swallowed the frog?” The voice of my secretary yanked me out of my thoughts without warning and I quickly slammed my phone face down onto my desk.
“Nothing. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”So much for being discrete, you moron.
She squinted her eyes at me and pursed her lips. “Mmhm, sure.” She took a few steps closer and handed me the mail that she’d grabbed from the mailroom downstairs on her way in. She was still wearing her coat and had her purse slung over one shoulder.
With her arms crossed in front of her, she was studying me as if she had a question she was chewing on, unsure of if she should ask it.
“Is there something you need?” I gave her a small head shake and tossed the envelopes on top of the pile of papers that had accumulated on my desk. “You look like you have something you want to say.”
She shifted the weight in her heels and simply smiled at me.
“Whoever it is, I’m glad they’re making you happy. This is the happiest I’ve seen you in a long time, Mr. Vesey,” she offered with an aloof shrug of her shoulder. Then, she turned around and headed towards her desk without another word.
When she was safely on the other side of the closed doors, I picked up my phone again and opened her texts. There was a fresh photo waiting for me but this one was more risque than the last. She was standing in her bathroom, robe draped at her elbows, and you could see clear as day her fully exposed back. Her skin shined like fine porcelain and I could see the edge of her round, toned ass peeking out above where her robe was hanging. She was looking over her shoulder towards the camera, a coy smirk on her face because she knew good and well what shewas doing. I rubbed the back of my neck and swiped out of the photo to read the text that accompanied it.
My place. Noon. Be there if you know what’s good for you.
I was about to text her back that I had an afternoon full of meetings when a third photo came in. My eyes popped out of my head as I took in her naked figure in the mirror. She was sitting on her knees on her bed, leaning forward and covering her tits with her arms. The way she was holding the phone made it so you could only see a sliver of her face, but the expression she was making was nothing short of pure desire.
Be a good boy now and don’t argue.
I’ll see you in a few hours Jack
“Kendall, I need you to cancel my afternoon. I have to leave for the day at lunch.”
“Please, please don’t stop,”she panted as I pushed into her again.
When I got to her place, she was waiting for me in nothing but a silk robe and legs that seemed to go for days. As soon as the door closed behind me, she dropped the robe and gave me a view that I believed could only be described as heaven. It didn’t take me long to carry her back to her bedroom and have my way with her.
“I won’t stop until you finish, angel. Not until you come completely unraveled for me.”
“Kolbi, please, yes,” she begged and writhed underneath me. I could feel her coming closer to her edge so I reached down between us and started to play with her nipples like I know she likes. It didn’t take long for me to play with her like this while giving her the friction she needed for her to be crying out my name and going over the edge.
“God, you are so beautiful. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I would take you like this every day if I could,” I grunted, my hips moving faster as the tension built inside of me. “The way you take me is unreal, like a goddamn goddess.” She dug her nails into my forearms that encased the sides of her head and a guttural moan escaped me as I crossed my own finish line. I pulled out of her slowly and rolled off of her, kissing the curve of her shoulder as I tried to catch my breath. She rolled over to face me and rested her face on my chest, looking up at me with wide eyes.
“Kolbi,” she started.
“Magnolia,” I echoed. I felt her cheeks inflate against my chest as she smiled at my response. One of her fingers trailed the length of my chest, causing goosebumps to spring up on my skin.
“I have a wondering.” By now I knew that this was her way of telling me she wanted to ask me a question, so I turned my head and looked at her.
“What’s your wondering?”
“I’m wondering what this is to you. I mean, is it just sex? Is it more than sex? What are we? Are we anything?” Her words were falling out of her mouth like dominos. I pushed myself up on the bed and turned to face her. Cradling my hands around her face, I pulled her in and stole her breath with a kiss. I only leaned away far enough to answer her question.
“This is definitely not ‘just sex’ to me,” I murmured against her lips before kissing them again. “I was kind of hoping you would want to be my girlfriend.” I held my breath and met hergaze. Her eyes flickered with hope and excitement and I loved the way her lips curled into a small, almost shy smile. I traced it with my index finger, encouraging it to grow more.
