Free She flies with her own wings by Annie Stone Page B

his tongue in circles over my skin, tracing the shape of my tattoo. He covers my back with tiny kisses. In that moment, we both know our relationship has changed; it’s more solid, more intense. Unstoppable.
    He suddenly starts to shake, and I sense his orgasm. As he comes, he spanks me hard once, and I come with him. He lets go of my hands, grabs me round the waist, and holds on. We seem to lie like this for an eternity.
     
    Matt switches off the alarm, throws an arm over me and begins to fondle my breast. He kisses the nape of my neck and bites my earlobe. I turn to him and he kisses my mouth with his soft lips.
    “Good morning, babe,” he murmurs.
    As I remember yesterday, I know it’s a really bad idea to get something started, and I try to move away.
    “Hey, anyone would think you don’t want to have sex with me,” he jokes.
    “No time, Matt, sorry. I can’t be late for work again,” and it’s really hard to turn him down. “I want this promotion more than anything.”
    Instead of moving away, he lies on top of me, spreads my legs and wiggles his hips. “I’ll be quick,” and he starts to kiss my breasts.
    I pull his head back. “I can’t, I’m really sorry but I can’t.”
    His eyes harden visibly. “We have thirty minutes. I promise it won’t take longer, but don’t leave me hanging.” He kisses me, takes possession of my mouth and I moan because it’s so hot when he kisses me. There’s nothing better.
    He penetrates me quickly and I yelp. “Matt! Rubber!”
    “Fuck.” He pulls out, puts on a condom, and is quickly back in me.
    His kisses are deep and possessive. His thrusts are soft and slow. I can’t take more after last night, and he knows it. One hand plays with my breast while the other plays with my hair.
    “Please don’t ever say no to me, Thea,” he whispers against my mouth. “I can’t take it when you don’t want me.” I melt.
    “I want you so much, Matt!”
    He smiles. “Can I take what I want, whenever I want?”
    Oh God, yeah, always!
    “Always, Matt. Always.”
    His mouth closes over mine, his tongue fucks mine, and my moans are only for him.
     
    A Nutella roll and latte are waiting for me when I come out of my room, dressed and in time, just as Matt has promised.
    Next to it is a sprig of lilac. I sit, pick it up and smell. I twirl it in my fingers with a smile on my lips. I hear steps behind me and Will kisses me on the cheek.
    “Morning, sugar,” he smiles at me.
    The memories of the evening before flood back, and I feel my cheeks begin to get hot. I quickly look down at my plate and pick up my roll with a tremor in my hand. He sits next to me.
    “Hey, everything’s okay, you’ve got no reason to be nervous.” He softly strokes my cheek and there’s a spark between us, the tension palpable. I want this man, but after what Matt said this morning, I can’t give in to this feeling. I turn my head to one side, and his hand drops. I can’t look him in the eye.
    “Thea.” There’s hurt in his voice.
    “I can’t, Will, I can’t.” I stand up, grab my purse and almost run for the door.
    I’ve only been here a week and things are already getting messy. How am I going to survive this? How will my heart survive?
     
    Another day of crisis management awaits me. I don’t get to my desk until lunchtime. I’ve tried to appease furious colleagues, listen to current research reports, visit the lab to see the results. On my way back to the office, my cell rings.
    “Hi Sam!”
    “Hey, sweetie! How’s it going? I haven’t heard from you since you disappeared with that hottie. No goodbye, nothing. But I forgive you because he was so damn hot.”
    Her cheery chatter puts a smile on my face. “I’m so sorry, somehow my life has gotten a little chaotic. I can’t really talk now, can you meet me after work?”
    “Only if you promise to give me all the gory details. That includes the size of his cock, the noises he makes during sex and his favourite