Rebecca had come into his life four years ago and to this day there has been no other woman that could turn his cock to stone faster than she could. Most of the time she only had to look at him, of course, the attire she chose didn’t help his situation any.
She came in every morning in vintage stockings, silk blouses, and pencil skirts. The things she wrapped around her sweet body drove him mad. Aiden imagined stripping her, layer by layer until she was bare and in his arms.
They had flirted constantly for the last three years, but it had never gone beyond that. This morning was different though. Rebecca had come into the office in what he decided was his new favorite outfit. The white button up shirt skimmed her breasts, barely making out the perfect form beneath, thin black belts slung low on her hips, her legs encased in jeans that clung to her body before disappearing into black stiletto boots. The blond hair that he had dreamt about was casually pulled up, a few strands escaping to frame her face and neck.
He was hard and it wasn’t even ten o’clock in the morning. Christ, how was he going to make it through the day if he had to work in such close proximity to the cause of his current condition?
The day went by torturously slow. Minute by minute the hours crept along. Lunch was a blessed relief, Aiden thought, as he headed to the teachers lounge.
Reaching the doorway, he let out a low curse. In his one moment of peace, there in the teacher’s lounge was Rebecca. Facing away from him, she was looking over some paperwork she had laid out on the counter.
A smile passed over Aiden’s face. He quietly closed the door, sliding the lock home. He walked up behind her.
“Don’t move Rebecca, its Aiden.”
He put his hand on her waist, his other hand on her shoulder; he bent to kiss her neck. She let out a small moan, leaning her head back against his chest.
“Aiden, what are you doing?”
Her voice held not the slightest hint of reluctance. He knew she wanted this as much as he did. They needed this. Release.
He continued kissing her neck, working her into a state of tightly wound desire. At least he knew they would be on even ground when he decided to take her to his bed.
Rebecca was leaning back against him; he could see her breasts filling the pale cream bra she wore. Turning her around to face him, he saw the desire in her pale green eyes. He gazed at her as his fingers deftly unbuttoned the first button of her shirt, then another, and lastly one more. He could see the look of anticipation on Rebecca’s face, her full lips were parted slightly, her face held a sexy flush of color. He opened her shirt just enough to reveal her generous bosom, the back of his hand ghosted over her curves, running his thumb over the dusky nipple that shown through the sheer fabric. It quickly hardened, and he bent his head to close is mouth over it through the fabric, gently rolling her nipple between his teeth.
Aiden stood, again gazing into her eyes. He worked his fingers over the buttons of her shirt; sliding them back through their respective holes, first one, then another, and lastly the top button, until she was as he found her, almost.
He kissed her lips lightly, and exited the teachers lounge.
He knew the state he had put her in was just as bad as his own, and he fully intended to rectify that as soon as school let out and the students made their way home.
His classes passed by quickly, time in general passed more quickly. He knew what she tasted like now, and he would have his mouth and his hands on her again soon enough.
The last bell rang, and Aiden ushered his students out of the class room, ignoring the girls who gave him their very best sultry look. He wasn’t interested in the slightest. There was a woman down the hall that was going to be keeping him occupied for an indefinite period of time.
He quickly gathered up his papers, ignoring everything else, he locked his classroom door and made his way down to Rebecca.
She was still in the middle of grading papers. She sat leaning back, her legs crossed as she read some random student’s essay.
He walked up to her, removed the paper from her hands and pulled her up to him. With her body pressed against him. He kissed her neck again, whispering in her ear, “You are coming to my place tonight. Its past time we took care of each other.” He pulled her closer, letting her feel his growing erection, and again, walked away.
Aiden didn’t have to drag it out this long. He knew he could have had her in the lounge if he wanted, and he did want her, but he knew that when they came together tonight, it would be explosive.
The drive home was uneventful and he was grateful to be home after the long day. He spent some time cleaning up the place, before heading for a hot shower.
The water ran down his body, steam rising from his heated skin. Every part of him was tense, he hadn’t felt like this in years and as he was pushing thirty that was saying something. Aiden braced himself against the shower wall, letting the water stream over his face. So concentrated was he in relaxing that he did not hear the door of his apartment open and shut.
He got out, dried off and went in search of clothes. His cock twitched as he walked toward his bedroom, catching sight of her looking out the large window that occupied most of the wall.