Ascent - Passion's Paradox - VOL.1

.06. Neferu NepTet

Noon.

This is usually an hour we reserve for lunch. To hunger.

It's an hour I really enjoy because I don't have a ravenous appetite after hours of hard work and dieting isn't really a necessity for my body. So, as always, today I was hungry. Very hungry. But not in that way.

First of all, there was that man I had seen a few days ago at the restaurant. The one who stared at me all evening until I was blushing and what else can I say that he reminded me of that day. Precisely at the moment when I needed someone. A fierce need because of one person who made me feel something I wasn't supposed to feel but to make feel. Desire. The burning desire.

Lawson Marshall is certainly a very handsome man. A man with a nice face, a nice body and a personality that imposes. If I don't like him, it's not my pride that will prevent me from admitting this irrevocable fact. And God knows he gave me a hard time with such a tone this morning at the office. I am not the kind of person who desires someone easily, nor do I think about it for long, even less about my rivals, if they exist, but he was an exception today. I never thought I would like competition, people who stand up to me, but I must say that the insolence he showed at the last minute of our desire made me as angry as it turned me on. And I bless all the angels that exist for having sent me the fool this noon and who by I do not know what power does his job very well for once.

But when fate blesses you with a gift, it either likes to take it away or gratify you with what you're running from. That's the horrible feeling of frustration and dismay I get when I tap my hand on the dresser blindly looking for a cell phone, which I grab and unlock to come across :

"NepTet?"

Her sensual tone of voice that I will listen to even better when I become her manager. Heaven knows I dream about it every night and morning. This thought and the dark shiver that runs through me pushes me to put my last free hand under the blanket and encourage the head between my two thighs to activate. Activate the tongue that has been titillating my clit for some time.

"Oh... a call", I yelp at the knowledge that he's surprisingly calling me at noon. "That's new."

I hear Lawson grumble silently at my tone. At the same time I feel my stranger's tongue graze my sex. I flinch as if this is the first time someone has done this to me because he does it decently. He caresses with his tongue my vulva and I can easily guess that my lips are reddened and swollen because we have been doing it for a while.

"Are you free? We need to talk business now. It's important."

Lawson's serious voice makes me smile. He looks on edge as I get my kicks. I'd love to see his face. And then there's his husky voice... Shit, I can't focus on him because of that man under the comforter.

"Do you need me?" I sigh with satisfaction because he asks me for help as if I were irreplaceable, he should do it more often.

The latter then lingers on the clitoris while undertaking to introduce his index finger and his middle finger that he moves back and forth. Yeah, that's it... I want to put my hand on his head through the blanket and wedge him between my thighs.

"See it as you want to hear it NepTet but come on", he growls.

It's strange, the way the other man does it. He adds his fingers and moves them so that I move too to feel them better. He doesn't leave me out of pleasure but invites me to complete it myself, and I like that.

"Call me Neferu", I retort with slight frustration.

I love the contact of his eyes with mine at times as he runs his tongue up my lower abdomen in a long vertical trail. I love the speed he varies and the way he pushes me almost to the peak of pleasure to frustrate me. Where did he learn this? Well, he did. I tighten my legs around his face and bury my head in the pillow. I don't want to cum now, not like this.