Personal Nothings

6.

a/n: semi-erotic content ahead!

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after work hours (2)

I had both of my hands on her shoulders as I pushed her back onto the mattress. Our lips were working in sync as they created their melodies with the silence of the room. I broke the kiss and there she was, red-faced and mouth agape from the interaction. I looked at her with longing and my heart swelled at the sight of her under me. Pushing her back once more, I held her shoulders firmly but with gentleness and placed my mouth against hers, the feeling of want slowly taking over me. 

I had already long discarded her pencil skirt to the floor and all that separated me from her everything was her top (which was already unbuttoned). I stared at her chest briefly and seeing her cover it with her arms, it makes me wonder how many men have seen her like this already.

And by this, I meant vulnerable. Weak. Tempting.

I lowered my face to her ear and I felt her stiffen underneath me. "Do you want to know what you look like right now?" I whispered and looked at her, her green eyes shining brightly under the moonlight peeking from the window. She averted her eyes and pushed me back slightly. "I'd rather not take any chances on that," she said quietly. I studied her blushing face and smirked at the sight of her embarrassment. 

I inched my face closer to hers and I heard her hitch her breath. "If you ask me, I'd say you rather look tempting, chéri," I whispered before retreating. I started to unbutton my suit and her eyes widened at the sight of this. Seeing her priceless face makes the grind worth the effort. 

Usually, I'd be less risqué than what I'm doing right now because of two reasons:

1. This is my co-worker we are talking about and;

2.  Audrey Hill is the last person I expected to bring home with me after work hours.

With a feisty tongue and an air of pride with her, Audrey Hill never fails to make our male co-workers drop their jaws at the sight of her. Graduating from Princeton and Yale with double degrees, it is not a shock that she would always be the topic of all the men who would want a piece of that fine work or so they would say. 

But let me apologize, young men. I am the first to take this piece you're talking about. And I probably would be the one to be doing so for quite a time starting now. 

I ran a hand through my mess of a hair and this only made Audrey tighten her the space between her legs only to no avail. I smirked and began to tease. "Like what you see?" I said and tilted my head to the side. One thing I noticed about her is that she would always be the one to question people with one particular look in her eyes but I was not like that; I'd question people using gestures that would make them answer and this time around, it was proving to be quite a hard move.

She was a hard fish to catch. And I love women like that.

Audrey opened her mouth  as if to say something before closing it again. When it came to women I like, I could give my whole day to her if it means that I'd get to know her better. "As if Gabriele Blanc," she retorted, a smug smile resting on her soft features. "You're only one of the many men that look like high-fashion models for underwear," she added before using her elbows to support her weight as she attempted to sit up. I moved away to give her space and allowed her to sit up.

"Oh really? Pray do tell,how many high-fashion models have you seen in your life, chéri?" I asked her. "And do they, let's say, treat you like this when you indulge in these types of delights?" I added before beckoning her to sit on my lap. If I want to do this right the second time around, I'd want her to feel safe with my touches and my body. 

I'd want her to feel all of me and I, her.

She reluctantly took the offer and by the time she did, I had already closed yet again the remaining space between us with another kiss. It felt so good to hold her close and kiss her without any hesitation and rejection from her. She tasted like strawberries and chamomile tea and beer and I want to know how I taste like to her.

One of my hands cupped her face while the other held her waist underneath her top. My eyes were observing her as we kissed and it was over too soon, too quickly. She opened her eyes and broke the kiss off before averting her gaze once again. She wasn't the Audrey I knew from work; she was something much more than that and I am the one seeing all sides of her.

"You're not supposed to look," she said as I rubbed circles on her cheek with my thumb. I inched forward to plant small kisses on her face and she closed her eyes at the gesture.

"Chéri, I was curious because you might not like what I am doing." I kissed her once again and pushed my head deeply into hers. I felt her hands move to the back of my head as she pulled her body closer to mine, finally closing the remaining space we had left. She was a good kisser for someone who does not get off of work in order to date or, as what our executive manager tells her, have a little fun to herself. I began to untie her bun and I had to muster every bit of control left I had in my body the moment my fingers touched her soft waves. 

I broke the kiss and moved to the side of her neck where her sweet scent lingered. I'd often see her apply a fruity cologne before, during, and after working so it's no wonder why she smells like that of watermelons and peaches. "Gabriele. Not so hard, please," she pleaded and I nodded silently before making my mark (lightly, if you will). The last thing I'd want to have tomorrow is everyone at work asking what happened to her and I do not want that kind of attention to get to her.

On the other hand, it may stop the suitors, but I'll eventually get to that soon.

I retreated and examined her face, red and confused. I held back a remark and traced circles on the small of her back where I held her. She closed her eyes once again and I removed the remaining piece of fabric Audrey had on her, save for her underwear; a view only made for me and my eyes to see. In this instance, her face becomes a darker shade of red and I cannot help but chuckle at the sight of it. I brought my head close to her face and said the words I was itching to tell her ever since we got here. 

"Je vais vous travailler dur ce soir, mon chéri."

I sat back upright, her hands still at the back of my head. Her adorably confused face made me want more of her and so I did indulge in her once again. Starting from the neck, I worked my way up to her face and from the looks of it, this was going to be the start of a long night.

"Audrey," I whispered and she only held me tighter in response. 

We sank back down the bed and let the night take us to experiences we've never had before.

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a/n: like i promised guys! part two!

criticisms are highly appreciated! and i am accepting them because i'd want to write better things like this one here (i am a shit writer, i know)

thank you for reading! stay tuned for the next one!

much love, sam (๑>ᴗ<๑)