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- “Welcome back, Miss Griffin." Susan greeted me with a big smile as I approached the reception.
- "Thank you, glad to see you." I answer, smiling head over heels. I missed everyone so much.
- "How is London?" I love her for her chatty language, but there is no time to chat.
- "Still standing. Still beautiful." I just answer, and then I continue, leaning my hand on the counter.
- "Tell me please, is Miss Holt already at her place?" I see how the blonde broke into a smile. Not surprising.
- "Yes. Should I warn her about your arrival or..."
- "No worth it. I myself." I smile at her sweetly. I step back from the reception and gasp.
- "Oh, and more. Could you please send my things to this address..." I take a leaf and a pen that always lie at the reception, and write down the address, and then I hand it to her. She picks it up and after reading the address, smiles again.
- "Of course." only she answers. And I just nodded, toss her «thanks» and straighten my leather jacket, rush to the elevator.
- "Good afternoon, Miss Griffin!" the voice of one of the employees is heard.
- "Good." I smile, walking to Her office and chatting with hard workers along the way.
- "How was your flight?"
- "Fine ..." still smiling, going up to the office door, and winking at the staff and smiling, I answer before entering:
- "fi-ne."
- "Good morning, Miss Holt." I can not restrain a smile, next to her. I go into the office and sit down opposite her. She doesn't even look up at me.
- “Good, Miss Griffin." oh, what a buca. I still smile, and leaning closer. Laying her head on her hands, leaning her elbows on the table.
- "Well, look at me ..." I ask with puppy eyes. She is silent and reads this stupid magazine about houses.
- "I missed... Very, very..."
- “You didn't miss much when you stayed there for another two weeks." She mutters, still not looking up. I roll my eyes.
- "Hey, that's not fair." I sigh, leaning back in my chair.
- "I already told you that the business trip can be delayed. How did I know they would need to tweak the last part, before the actual presentation." she still silent.
- "Tell me that you missed me as much as I missed you..." I smile, seeing how she becomes calm and begins to smile.
She raised her eyes to me and put the magazine down, leaned her arms on the table, and began to study me, and then she said:
- "I missed you. Very." I again do not hold back a smile and reach for her hand.
Our fingers intertwine and God, I missed her touch so much. It's just unbearable. We of course saw her, but on Skype and very rarely. And I missed the warmth so much that she always gives me. Lord, I missed her all. And literally counting the days until departure.
- "I really want to kiss you ..." I whisper, smiling. She just rolls her eyes and smiles.
- "We're can't. We're at work." here ... master break off the buzz.
- "Oh, come on. Everyone has known about us for a long time. Even Susan has known for a long time that we live together." I twitch my eyebrows, ostensibly pretending to seduce, she just laughs. I lean forward a little, and she sighed, reached closer to me, and then covered my lips with hers.
- "Mmm ..." I hum in satisfaction, smiling through the kiss. And I'm sure I can hear the jubilation of the employees behind the glass walls. They had obviously been waiting for this for a long time. What are the gossips.
I pull away from her and sit back in the chair. She continues to look at me.
- "I really missed..." she whispers quietly, and I, spreading into a smile, quietly answer:
- "Me too…"
*****
How good it is to be at home. Lord, it's just wonderful. She and I, and no one else. So good.
The apartment is habitually filled with the aroma of coffee. Outside the window is a beautiful evening. All New York is in the lights of everyday life. I just love these evenings. Or just sit with Her by the fireplace, which I always liked in her apartment, and just lie in each other's arms.
Although, I often began to think about silence. That it would not be bad to have a home somewhere in the wilderness, to sometimes come there and take a break from all this. I once told her about this, but she seemed not to attach this importance, just muttering «Well, yes, it would not be bad.»
Now I am lying on the bed and doodle something incomprehensible on a piece of paper. And she has been sitting at her laptop for a day and doing something. Not distracted and silent. Of course, I was on my guard.
I throw my "doodles" on the nightstand and sighing, I begin:
- "Baby," sits and silent, continuing to do something there diligently,
- "baby!" I raise my tone a little so that she can hear me. She just hums.
- "Mmm ..." without looking up from the screen.
I sigh and get out of bed, walking over to her. Immediately close the computer lid slightly to distract her.
- "Stop sitting there." I grumble and sit down on her lap.
She just rolls her eyes, and reluctantly looks at me. I smile and start stroking her face; through her hair and she gives up. Stretches her lips to mine and kisses.
- "Sorry." only whispers on my lips, and then kisses on the neck and already starts to lightly bite the skin. Oh God, how good it is. I missed it too much. Her hands wander down my back, and I’m already getting started, as no one knows who. It will never be enough for me... And I was already thinking to start undressing her, as she slightly moves away from me.
- "I want to show you something." she turns a little in the chair so that both of us can see the monitor. She opens the lid of the computer, and then she opens one project and I just gasp for air.
- "I was developing it all this time ..." she paused, and then looked at me and quietly said:
- "For Us ..." and I am dumbfounded looking at the project of a beautiful house. And almost the same as I sometimes drew on sheets of paper. Small sketches, but I never thought that she could make a whole project from them. And although I was a little stunned when I first found out that she was an architect by education, this did not save me from my surprise at what I saw.
I just gasp and cover my mouth with my hands, because I just have no words. I'm ready to just burst into tears. It's beautiful. Very…
- "Do you like it?" Asks quietly, stroking my hair, and I just gasp for air, and then turn to face her and just kiss her. I kiss and she smiles through the kiss, softly whispering:
- "Is that «yes»?"
- "Yes." I nod and smile from the top of my mouth. - "It's beautiful." I whisper, on the verge of bursting into tears, and then kiss again.
She kisses me back, stroking my hair gently. She puts the stray strand behind my ear, and then gently strokes my cheek while I hold her face in my hands, and I understand that the kiss is getting hotter.
We are already inconsistently breathing into each other's lips, and my hands reach down, grabbing the hem of the T-shirt, and begin to pull it off my beautiful body. She interrupts the kiss, but only so that I pull off her T-shirt, and then I inhale sharply and gasp, when she took me with a firm grip on the hips and stood up, carried me to the bed and just threw me on her, smiling predatory and crawling over it, to me.
Damn, how beautiful she is. Her body is just perfect. I love her so much. Literally for everything: for being tender and the way she is with me; for being a bitch and a proprietor in rare moments; for her character; for her feelings for me and for opening up. Opened only to me.
Seeing her for the first time, I would never have thought that she could be like that. Can love so much. And already for sure, I would never have thought that I would link my life with her. With this one... She is still a mystery to me, but I like to solve it. I love to see her so different every day. During the day she is the boss, and in the evening, mine. Sometimes so tame and gentle. I cannot express in words how happy I am with her. Very happy…
I’m already breathing a little, and pulling off my shirt, and then pulling it closer to me and kissing it again. Her hands grab mine and press me to the bed.
- “Just don’t pull…” I pray to her when she starts kissing my neck, shaking her hips against mine, increasing the pressure on the aching point. Between my legs everything is already burning and pulsating.
- "I'm already too horny to endure ..." she smiles, I can feel it on my skin, and then she pulls away from me and slides down, starting to pull off my panties.
- “Oh, damn…” I arch my back and gasp when her tongue touches me there, and begins to drive around the clitoris, making me breathe heavily and moan like never before. Lord, how good it is. She holds me tightly to my hips and continues to tease. Catches the pleasure of my torment.
- "Lexa-ah." I groan, begging for more. She breaks away from me and crawls closer to me again, starting to kiss on the lips, and I can not stand it and abruptly turn her onto her back, and immediately press on her hips. A satisfied grin plays on her lips.
- “Mmm, someone wants to be in charge today…” she grins, watching me from below. I am laughing:
- "Oh, shut up..." I snort, and penetrate with my hand under her shorts and she sharply arches in her back, ahaya and God, for me this is the melody of the Gods. Her hoarse moans. My name from her lips and the accent with which it sounds much more special than it is.
I begin stroking the clitoris, and at the same time rub my hips against her, demanding release. I lean towards her, and begin to kiss her breasts, still continuing to caress her. She breathes inconsistently into my neck, and after that my pupils dilate one hundred percent when she abruptly enters me and I close my eyes on how nice it is to feel her inside and I do not pull and enter her, feeling how she hugged me with her other hand lightly scratching the skin.
Our groans merged into one. I kiss her on the lips, and then I run my tongue over her lips and catch her every moan. I move my hips to meet her fingers, and I just can't help moaning. With my other hand, I stroke her hair, and with my eyes closed, I catch her every breath in and out. Every moan and my name as it barely leaves her lips and sinks into mine.
I increase the tremors when I feel that she is close to release, and so do I. I move to the beat of her fingers, and then my body, like hers, shudders when we reach orgasm.
I just lie down exhaustedly on her breasts and she is still breathing heavily, hugs me, gently kissing the top of my head.
- “We're fast this time…” she begins, grinning. I smile, still lying on her and answer somewhere in the neck:
- "Several weeks without sex, sharpened my senses ..." I can feel her laughing. Quiet and in such a hoarse voice. I love her laugh so much.
- "It was not necessary to leave for so long..." begins to scold me. Again. I sigh and lift my head, peering into her green.
- "Hey, I arrived two weeks ago," I start to make excuses,
- "and instead of satisfying my needs, which I thought about the whole business trip, you decided to punish me and not give sex for another two weeks."
- "Not true, I was just busy ..." justifies herself, smiling and stroking my hair.
- "And yet, it is cruel. Very." I mock frown, running my finger along her neck.
- "You have to work. In full." she laughed, and then pulled me closer to herself, gently kissing on the forehead.
- "Okay ..." answers quietly.
- "Lots of sex. You are guilty." She smiles at my hair again and already gently kisses on the temple. I hug her harder and break into a smile, how good it is.
I kiss her on the chest, and then rise at the level of her face and kiss on the lips. She smiles and looks into my eyes. Looks and looks. These gazes will remain an eternal theme for us.
- “I love you…” I whisper against her lips and lean my forehead against hers. I can feel her smile on my lips.
- "And I love you..." she barely audibly answers, again covering my lips with hers... and now, I feel that I am infinitely happy. After all, a fun life with a green-eyed brunette is just beginning ...