Stolen HeART
James POV
The hottest love has the coldest end.
Her hair style hadn't changed which I was secretly pleased about. The long strands of poker straight hair rested down the centre of her back just reaching the edge of the clasp of her black bra. Katie always wore black underwear but I was never sure if that was for my benefit or for all her clients. I knew for a fact that I wasn't the only one that had given her more than her hourly rate. By all accounts that's how she snagged her lawyer husband.
"Are you looking at my ass?"
"Huh?" I wasn't flustered or nervous at being caught doing just that. That ass of hers was difficult to ignore. Tight, firm, small and plump, I had been there many times and if I played my cards right I'd get another chance.
"Jesus, James, you're looking at my ass." Her voice level increased in pitch and I laughed at her attempt to sound offended.
"Babe, cut the crap, you love it." I moved closer to where she was standing. The tight red pencil skirt would be difficult to hitch up her thighs, but hell, she earned a lot from me so she could afford to replace it.
"I'm married now, that's not my scene anymore." She deliberately swayed her hips as she walked over to the sun lounger picking up her long island iced tea as she went. I followed closely behind her the gentle warm breeze that approached encouraged her neat hair to move. The cold glass she had put back down dripped with the condensation of the ice and the warmth of the sun. The sound of the sea moving in and covering the sand reminded me of where I was. It was yet another glorious day. I placed each hand on either side of her body, and gripped the wood. She pushed back slightly and her firm ass was now nestled against my cock. I closed my eyes and leaned in. The sudden urge for human contact overwhelmed me and apparently shocked her. Her body stiffened with surprise and I hesitated
at first, she was my lawyer and a married lawyer at that. She would see this as a moment of weakness.
"Just rip it," she hissed. I slowly opened my eyes to see a local and his dog jogging casually by, his feet pounding on the firm sand that had only been briefly touched by the warm sea. His dog franticly darted all over the beach barking with acknowledgement.
"But you're married," I replied innocently. The sudden jerk of her hips told me she was in no mood to role play.
"Don't fuck about James." She sounded driven, almost angry at the wait.
"Do you miss a good old fuck, with no strings attached?" I asked as I whispered against her ear. I reached for the small slit in the back of her skirt and yanked at the material. The sound of it ripping made her moan and as I touched the back of her naked thighs she rubbed them together.
She held her breath as I surged forward. My hands covered hers to keep us steady as I pushed in deeper as she leaned against the wood of the railings. She wore no underwear which made me smile; we always knew our meetings would end with this. My cock throbbed around her tightness and I pushed her legs apart with my knee. My hands grasped her ass cheeks as I squeezed her soft skin hard. She whimpered at my roughness as I groaned. My dick felt snug against her. I pushed forward feeling the tip of my dick skim her clit before I pulled back slightly and slipped into her soaking wet pussy. I wasn't sure if I could hold back until she came. "Fuck...James, touch me...please." Her voice was frantic and as I moved my hand roughly under the front of her skirt, she yelped from my forceful action and as the breeze picked up and moved through her hair, her moans became more frequent.
"Like that...oh yes...James." She shuddered from her orgasm as I released the pent up tension I had tried to hold back only a few moments ago.
"How the fuck, are you still single?" she asked as I stepped back to give us both room to adjust our clothing. My heart was still beating fast from the raw sex we had just had as I gave her one of my cocky smiles and raised an eyebrow in response to her question. "Oh yeah, that's why," she mumbled sarcastically. She pushed past me and headed for the bathroom while I returned to our previous position of sitting on the couch signing documents. She returned and plonked herself down on the sofa opposite me and sighed loudly. She was still flushed but her hair was back to its poker straight style.
