Past Imperfect (23 page)

Scrunching up her eyebrows she looked at the two sticks as if a person would need to be a rocket scientist to figure out how to use them. She tentatively picked them up and peeled the paper away that they were wrapped in. I continued to eat while watching her out of the corner of my eye as she tried to position the chopsticks correctly between her fingers and attempted to pick up a piece of chicken. I felt her eyes on me, watching as I popped another piece in my mouth and then picked up some rice and vegetables with ease. She attempted using the prehistoric eating tools a couple of more times without success. She was stubborn and determined to master them herself.

Unable to keep the smile off my face and the laughter out of my voice, I turned to her and asked, “Mabry, you’ve never used chopsticks before, have you?” Sarcasm flowed through each word.

She narrowed her eyes at me. “Smartass.”

“I’m a smartass with a belly full of Chinese,” I said patting my stomach. “It’s delicious too. Gimme.” I extended my hand, flexing my fingers for her to hand over the chopsticks. She looked back and forth between my hand and the sticks before finally slapping them into my palm. “Turn around.”

“Turn around?” she asked confused.

“Yes, so your back is to me.”

“What are you going to do?” She sounded alarmed.

“I’m going to show you how to feed yourself. Just trust me and turn around.” She did and I moved in closer to her.

I took the chopsticks and positioned them while keeping her hand covered with mine, so I could guide its movement. I felt a wisp of her hair tickle my cheek. As we picked up a small piece of food, I inhaled quietly. God, she smelled incredible, like vanilla and ginger. The ginger could have been from the food, but mixed with Mabry it was the best smell I had ever experienced. My eyes closed while I breathed in a little more of her. I caught an unobstructed view of the very top of her tits and my hand went slack. I felt Mabry jerk around and then yelp.

“Ugh, I think a snow pea went down my bra,” she said snapping me out of my haze.

“What?”

“Snow pea. In. My. Bra.”

Lucky snow pea.

She unbuttoned her top button, shoving her hand into the front of the bra. My eyes couldn’t help but stare. More of her tits appeared, and she giggled a little as she fished out the snow pea. I was also treated to a glimpse of her bra. Her
black
bra. Black is my favorite color for bras, panties, garters, any lingerie really. It can look classy or slutty, it’s quite versatile.

“I’m sorry. Let me help you.” I grabbed for a napkin, which brought our lips within an inch of each other’s. My gaze alternated between her eyes and lips. Her tits were noticeably moving up and down as her breathing increased.

“Brad…,” she whispered.

“Mabry…” My voice was low.

“This is a bad idea.”

“It’s a
very
bad idea.” I took in a big gulp of air.

“Office hooks-ups never end well.” Her voice was breathy and sultry.

“So, I’ll quit.” I grinned.

“Sure, you’ll quit your father’s firm,” she said, sarcastically, a hint of a smile across her face.

“So you quit.”

Giggling she said, “Not gonna happen, buddy. It’s just that… I’m not in a serious relationshipy place right now.”

“Me neither.” My skin was burning up and I felt lightheaded being this close to her. Her lips were within reach and already slightly open. “Mabry, you’re going to have to stop talking, because I gotta get in there.”

Leaning in, I tilted my head slightly, and sucked gently on her bottom lip. I cupped the side of her face, running my thumb across her soft cheek. A whisper of a moan drifted out of her, causing me to deepen the kiss. As my tongue slipped in between her lips, she gently sucked on it, guiding it completely into her mouth. I ran my hand down her arm as her fingers slid through my hair. Grabbing her hips, I pulled her onto my lap. One hand rested on her hip as the other traveled up her thigh, across her other hip, and to her lower back. Mabry had my head in a vice grip, pulling me as far as possible into her mouth. I had never felt a kiss like this before. Then it dawned on me. I had never felt a kiss. This kiss with Mabry was deep and slow, but my body’s reaction was frenzied. Everything inside of me accelerated. My heart beat revved up, my lungs pumped hard, and the vibrations that started in my stomach catapulted to the surface of my skin. I kept trying to go deeper, wanting more of her. This wasn’t just a kiss—it was a life-altering experience.

Needing to take a breath, we pulled back slightly and rested our foreheads against each other’s, our lips staying connected. “Wow,” Mabry gasped.

“That was amazing. Better than I had dreamed about,” I said, the words coming out in spurts between breaths.

“You’ve dreamed about me?”

“Since the first time I saw you, Sweetness.”

“Brad, I don’t think…”

I sucked on her bottom lip, stopping her from continuing. Releasing it, I said, against her lips, “Mabry, you talk too much.”

A slow sexy grin appeared across her face. Long sleek fingers tangled up into my hair again before her tongue swirled back in my mouth. I don’t know how long we sat there kissing and touching each other. I wasn’t aware of anything else when Mabry was in my arms. All I knew was that I could kiss her forever.

Once Mabry and I were able to pry our lips apart for more than five minutes, we headed to my place. My lips landed on hers the second we walked in the front door, and I continued consuming them as I backed her into the bedroom. I guided her toward my bed, turned, and sat down, allowing her to move in between my legs. Our lips and tongues never stopped devouring each other’s as our hands tried to decide where to touch. My palms slid down the contours of her toned body until they landed on her firm little ass. Clutching it, I crushed her against me as her fingers ran aggressively through my hair. Apparently, Mabry and I had two speeds so far, zero and off the charts. I needed to slow things down. I wanted to savor every moment with her.

I made myself pull away and said, “Back up a few steps.” Her eyebrows knitted together with confusion. “Trust me?”

“Yes,” she said, trying to catch her breath.

“Then do as I say.” I grinned at her.

Keeping eye contact, she stepped back, stopping about three feet away. My eyes roamed up and down her body while she waited for my next command. She wore a snug white button-up shirt and a dark burgundy pencil skirt with matching patent leather four-inch heels. The air in the room felt thick and hot, almost to the point of suffocating. My chest felt heavy as oxygen pumped in and out of my lungs. Beads of sweat formed at the back of my neck as my temperature skyrocketed. The need to touch her was overwhelming, but I didn’t want this to end quickly. I dug my tingling fingers into my thighs, forcing them to stay put. I was so hard I was about to explode and she was still fully dressed.

I cleared my throat, trying to get my vocal cords to work. Looking her in the eye, I said with a gravelly voice, “First unbutton your shirt but don’t take it off.”

Her eyes stayed focused on mine as she worked each button slowly. I couldn’t help the smile that appeared across my face when the second button was freed, revealing the black bra with white polka dots. I had only gotten a quick look earlier and didn’t see the polka dots. I liked it. It wasn’t the typical lacey bra. It was different and unique, like Mabry. She stood there silent, waiting for my next command.

“Turn around and face the other way.” She did it without hesitation. “Take your skirt off. When you slide it down I want you to bend all the way over. Oh, keep the heels on.”

My heart pounded hard against my chest wall as each of the zipper’s teeth were released. Slowly she pushed the skirt over her hips until it pooled at her feet. Matching black and white cotton boy shorts covered her just enough, allowing the bottom curve of her ass to peek out from under the material. I inhaled a deep breath and let it out as slowly as possible. I needed a minute to pull myself together before I came like a pubescent teen jerking off to his first Playboy centerfold.

“Step out of your skirt, Mabry, and then face me.”

It looked like her knees buckled slightly as she turned around. The heavy rise and fall of her chest caused her shirt to fall away exposing more of her beautiful body. I soaked all of it in, from her toned legs all the way to her smoldering eyes, and everything in between. My fingers and dick twitched. I needed to touch her now.

“Come over here and sit on my face,” I commanded, giving her
the smile.

“No.”

I was so mesmerized by Mabry that I didn’t hear her answer, then I realized she wasn’t moving. “Did you hear me?”

“Yes, I heard you and my response was no,” she said defiantly.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s my turn now.”

A boxer-dropping grin spread across her plump well-kissed lips as she walked toward me. When she got closer the light in the room hit her stomach, causing a quick flicker of sparkle to ricochet off of her.

Fuck me hard! Her bellybutton was pierced.

She was standing so close in front of me I could feel her warm breath float over my face.

“Get up and go stand over there,” she demanded, tilting her head towards where she’d been standing.

I raised my hands, unable to keep myself from touching her any longer. She took a step back as I was about to grab her. “No touchy feely until I’ve had my turn,” she informed, her gaze moving from my crotch up to my eyes.

Our eyes stayed connected as I moved my hands away from her, surrendering to her command. I stood and then laced my fingers behind my head, while walking over to my designated spot, and said excitedly, “Yes ma’am.”

Brad and I switched places. My eyes ran up and down his body as he stood there, hands resting on his narrow hips, waiting to hear what my orders were going to be. I had been turned on before, at least at one time my body had naturally responded to the touch of a male hand on it, but for the past couple of years even that had dulled. Looking at Brad fully clothed had me hotter than any other guy I had been with or fantasized about. The reaction he elicited from me was scary, overwhelming, and uncontrollable. My mouth watered just thinking about what was under those tailored clothes he wore.

My panties were already saturated. Before I embarrassed myself by leaving a big wet spot on his bed, I leaned back on my hands, draped one leg over my knee, and shifted my position. Plus, it caused the shirt to fall completely away from my body, giving Brad a clear view of my bra, panties, and piercing. The look in his eyes when he noticed the small diamond almost brought me to my knees. It looked as if he was about to pounce on me.

Swinging my leg back and forth, I cocked my head to one side and said, “Take your shirt off.”

He pushed the material up a little higher than necessary, making sure I got a good look at his abs as he untucked his shirt. The glimpse of tanned skin and ripples caused my legs to squeeze together tightly. He unbuttoned his shirt halfway down, pulling it up and over his head, then tossed it to the side. I drew in a ragged breath as my entire body clenched. The sight of his naked torso was almost too much for my senses to bear. Every part of me was pulsating so hard and fast, I thought I was going to implode. My hair plastered itself to my forehead as small beads of sweat rose to the surface of my blazing skin.

My gaze scanned every deep indentation, smooth slope, and defined curve of his muscles. His arms and chest looked strong and solid, but also warm and protective. I got the strange sense that if they were surrounding me all my pain would disappear. Noticing him smirking, I realized I hadn’t said anything for several minutes.

“Sweetness, we need to move this along. I’ve almost come five times since we got in here.”

My Brad haze slowly drifted away as I whispered, “Sorry.” I sat up, straightened my shoulders, and tried to get back into the playful power struggle we had going on.

This was just some adult fun, Mabry. Stress reliever. You can’t do serious.

“Shoes, socks, pants, boxers, all of it off,” I commanded.

In my experience, penises, in general, were not attractive. In fact, I had spent the majority of my sex life avoiding looking directly at them, but the one in front of me was gorgeous and fully erect. My mind was completely blank as I continued to be mesmerized by it and by him. Before my brain registered what was happening, I felt a strong arm wrapped around my waist, lifting my body up slightly, and laying it back onto the mattress. Looking up, I stared into intense sapphire eyes as Brad hovered over me, his hands on either side of my head. Swooping down, his lips captured mine as his tongue barged into my mouth. I ran my nails roughly down his back, causing a deep moan to vibrate from his chest. My fingers twirled into his messy hair, and I pushed on the back of his head, wanting to get him as far into my mouth as possible. It was as if we were both trying to crawl inside each other. This was starting to feel like more than sex to me. It was intimate, and vulnerable. Two things I didn’t and couldn’t do.