His Orange Blossom

Chapter 2 : Mattcha and Ginger

Lena watched the rain fall gently blowing into her steaming cup of ginger lemon grass tea. She couldn't help but bring herself back to that wonderful afternoon when she got to lay her eyes upon Anthony Moretti; It had been almost a week since they met. Her black lab, Sadie was laying on the floor sprawled out on her fuzzy pink shag rug.

When Lena adjusted herself in her chair with butterflies in her stomach and a light sheen of sweat forming along her back as she sat in anticipation of the next day. For tomorrow they were to have another encounter and she couldn't contain herself. She smiled for no reason thinking about how he tested her last time. A man of that power and wealth must be surrounded with beautiful women all the time so what does he want with me?

Not the type to have a preference, she always preferred a great personality over looks anyway. As a former nerd herself she only blossomed into the beautiful vivacious woman she is today through life experience and time and she didn't see how incredible she really was. She had thought of herself as attractive but she hadn't really understood the caliber as she was more than just that. She was genuinely a good person and what most people would describe as 'the light in the room'.

Lena turned off her bedside lamp and patted her comforter to the spot where Sadie usually laid. She struggled to hop on the bed now in her age but she was still her old girl and the dog had been with her through a lot. She snuggled close and tried her hardest to close her eyes but she couldn't. She couldn't resist going over every minute detail about the next day in her head. How would she do her hair? What would she say to him? Stop it Lena, that man is just your client! She thought to herself. Right?

Regardless of all the mundane thoughts in her head. She thought about his sweet gesture over all. He had bought her art and claimed her heart all at the same time. No man had ever truly taken an interest in what she liked just enough to get into her bed and leave therefore she created a defense mechanism to protect herself. But something about this had touched her heart,softened it even. It would be complete bullshit if she said a man believing in your dreams and investing in you was such a turn on. She smiled again to herself before she let out a lazy yawn and rolled over and succumbed to her dreams.

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Anthony on the other hand was handling his train of thought in a completely different manner. He found the meeting to be the most genuine, relaxing ,calming situation he has ever been in. When he was with her he felt like he was in his own little indestructive bubble that hovered above the world, just the two of them. In his line of business he didn't get much peace of mind and being with her was one of the first times in a long time he was naturally happy.

He leaned his head back against his headboard and thought of his beautiful Lena. Anthony began to stroke up and down his enlarged member. Imagining Lena's long soft legs wrapped around him as he plowed into her with everything he had. He wanted to grasp that gorgeous neck and make her look him in the eyes while he burst his heavy load deep in her tight pussy.His strokes continued to get faster and more destinct a he pumped up into his hand one last time and shot the hot sex all over his sculpted chest and abdomen falling into a deep slumber that took him right back to that beautiful face.

He laid back panting heavily and dazed in his own completion. He wondered what Lena looked like after she had an orgasm. He thought about how her skin glowed and she would her sweat glisten and glitter on her perfect body like the morning dew he liked so much. He thought about the rise and fall of her chest in exhaustion as she caught her breath next to him. Anthony began to grow hard again but resisted the urge to grab onto his throbbing dick.