~~ I pulled up to the house excited. The anticipation of an unexpected mid-day liaison with Delaney was too much. I couldn't wait to get my hands on him. He was not here yet so I quickly went inside. Unable to stay still, I began pacing back and forth throughout the house.
I hated waiting. I hated waiting for anything really, but especially hated waiting for this. With Delaney I became another person. I had an animalistic hunger for his touch, I wondered if it was like this for other people, other couples.
I heard his car pull into the driveway and fought the urge to run out to him. I was standing in the foyer when he opened the door. He was dressed in his all black suit, the electric blue shirt underneath brought out his eyes, which were burning with passion or lust. I couldn't tell. I didn't care.
I jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs around him. Kissing him, frantically undoing his tie and un-buttoning his shirt. My hands desperate for his skin. He leaned me back up against the wall in the foyer for support as he fumbled with the button on my jeans. I made a mental note to buy more skirts and dresses for when I was with Delaney, much easier access. He stood me back on my feet and kneeled down removing my jeans one leg at a time. His fingers sliding down my legs seemed to leave a trail of heat in their wake. He began to kiss me though my panties before sliding them over and gently running his tongue along my my now wet slit. I heard myself begin to pant.
I was thankful for the wall behind me for holding me up, as I surely would have fallen to the floor from the buckling of my knees. I grabbed hold of his shoulders to steady myself. He lightly nipped at my clit before standing back up and kissing my mouth.
"I'm going to miss that while you're gone", I mumbled mostly to myself.
"Me too" he replied before lifting me up again. My legs wrapped around him, his body pressing my back into the wall. He undid his slacks just enough to let his cock out before I felt it pushing into me. He kissed me with controlled fervor as my hips frantically began to respond to him.
"Please" I breathed into his mouth. He loved to make me wait, to make me ask for it. He liked having control. I liked being under his control. Finally he lifted my hips enough to give him the room he needed to enter me before pulling me back down onto his stiff cock with such force and intensity that I nearly lost it right there. Two more equally powerful strokes and I did lose it, wrapping my arms around his neck tightly, and kissing him deeply as my body trembled against his.
"You needed that didn't you baby?" He asked once I released his mouth.
"I will always need you" I sighed before kissing him again.
"Mmm, now I'm going to take what I need from you" he growled as he picked me up and carried me into his office. "I've been picturing fucking you on my desk all day".
He pushed all of his papers off of the desk before throwing me down into it and pulling my legs apart, driving himself into me. I had to lock my legs, and hold onto him tightly for fear that the force was slamming himself into me with would cause me to go flying off of the desk. He gripped the far end of the desk for leverage and he pushed himself into me as deep as he could pressing against the spot in the very back of me that instantly sent me crashing off of the edge again. He picked up the pace the entire desk rocking I was afraid it would break. He leaned down and bit down on my shoulder hard as he finished inside of me.
I sat in his desk chair naked from the waist down watching him re dress himself. He was back to the buttoned up suit and tie Delaney in no time, aside from his hair being slightly tousled there was no evidence of our afternoon romp. He quickly went into foyer and brought me my pants.
"Where are the panties?" I asked.
"In my pocket." He replied with a devilish grin spreading across his face. I laughed.
"Dirty, dirty Mr. Delaney". I said as I slipped back into my jeans. I so enjoyed his playful side. I wished he didn't have to go back to the office, or have to leave at all. Sensing the shift in my mood he sat in the chair and pulled me into his lap.
"What's wrong Ali?"
"I just don't want you to leave that's all. How long are you going to be gone?"
"A few days, a week tops. I'll be back as soon as I can. I promise"
"I just know that you are usually gone. I can hardly remember the last time you've been home as much as you were this past week"
"That was before Ali."
"Before what?" I asked.
"Before I had something to come home to." He replied with a wink.
I smiled despite my mood, and kissed him again.
"Now, I have a few meetings I need to go back for, so I have to get going. Sorry"
"I know, I know" I said as I reluctantly climbed off of his lap. I got down and began picking up all the papers that had been strewn around in the wake of our love making.
"Thanks Ali, maybe I should hire you as my personal assistant and take you the office with every day." He joked.
"Ha! I'm sure Gail would die of a heart attack if she saw you and me carousing. Which reminds me" I said as casually as I could. "Did someone named Lydia Johansson ever work for you and my dad?"
I looked directly at him when I asked the question. I saw hesitation flicker across his dark blue eyes. I would have missed it had I not been intently looking at him. He looked up at me studying my face searching for something.
"No, why do you ask?"
"Well, that day at the cemetery I noticed these flowers on my parent's grave and there was a card from that lady. I didn't recognize her name so I figured she was someone who worked with you guys. I just forgot to ask until now."
His face softened "No, Ali that definitely wasn't an employee. You know your dad was well liked by all of our clients so it could very well one of them. The news of their death was a shock to everyone especially them."
"You're probably right." I responded and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. He was lying to me. I knew it. Delaney was an intelligent man. He remembered everything, every detail of everything. He would know for sure if she was a client of not. He was clearly trying to appease me with a simple answer in hopes that I would drop it.
"Okay, I'll be back in a few hours" he said getting up. "And I'll bring something decent home for dinner." He called over his shoulder as he walked out.
I watched him drive away from the window. "What are you hiding?" I wondered out loud. Once the gates closed behind him I pulled out my cell phone and immediately called Heather.
"Hey Ali" she answered after only a couple rings.
"Hey Heather, want to take a road trip Saturday?"