Page 7 of Good Intentions, Vol. 2

How could I let this happen?

How could I let myself fall so deeply in love with another woman’s husband?

Unfortunately for me, as it always was, the leaves don’t have the answers I need.

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“Baby, I miss you,” his voice in that sweet whisper sends shivers from my ear, down to my arm, and all the way to my clit where it gives a nice little spasm.

All the pep-talk I gave myself on my walk is long forgotten. My will power and determination crumbled the moment I saw his name flashing on my screen. And for the rest of the afternoon I was waiting for this moment, for his call, just so I could hear his voice.

God, how I wish I could put my hands on him right now.

I miss him, I need him.

“I hate we’re not together right now,” he continues in that rich voice of his, not even aware of what he’s doing to me. How he turns me on. How he brings me to the point where I don’t care if he’s married and we can be together. All I care is that I finally have him all to myself, even if it’s just over the phone.

“I know,” I murmur, snuggling deeper under my covers, my hand mindlessly stroking my belly.

“Did you get that video I sent you this afternoon?” There’s a new tone in his voice. More dangerous one. The one that does not only give me goosebumps and clit spasm, but actually makes my pussy weep, and my panties drenched.

God, that video.

I must’ve looked at it a hundred times before I deleted it.

And every single time I watched it, I came. Even though it lasted only a minute and a half. But that minute and a half is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Mmmm…,” I’m incapable of speech. I’m again lost to the image of Nick’s hand going up and down his hard cock, and hearing his voice whisper my name over and over asking me, do I see what a mere thought of me does to him.

“Did you watch it?” he asks.

“Maybe,” I try to be vague, but the hitch in my voice is a dead giveaway.

“Did you enjoy it?” It’s as if he can see my hand gliding down my belly, towards my panties, his voice takes that harshness it has when we’re together. The rough and velvet tone it has when he’s inside me, when he bends my body as he wishes, when he’s fucking me. The one that makes me do anything he wants.

“Maybe,” I whisper.

“What’re you doing now, pretty girl?”

“I’m in my bed,” I tease him, but I don’t the get reaction I’m hoping for, that of his groan or something along those lines. Instead I get dead air. “Nick?” I call confused. Just as I pull the phone from my ear, my laptop that’s sitting right next to me on the bed starts ringing, indicating I have a video call.

I slide my finger quickly across the mouse pad, accepting the call, and finally I see his beautiful face. There are dark and red circles around his eyes, as if he was rubbing them constantly. His hair is a mess, sticking all around his head. It’s clear he didn’t shave for a few days. And his eyelids are half closed. “You okay, baby?” I ask concerned.

“I’m great now, pretty girl. Now that I can finally see you,” His eyes lose the tired look in them and become so intense, I start to get lost. God, it’s almost like he’s drinking me in. It’s only been a couple of days since we haven’t seen each other, but it feels like it’s been a year.

He’s in his office still.

It’s mostly dark, there’s a soft light coming from his right side, his desk lamp is on, illuminating him, and the back of his black leather chair.

Every fiber of my being screams in agony and longing.

I want to be there with him so much, I can almost taste it.

I can almost taste him.

“Now, show me what you’re hiding under the covers,” he commands.

I don’t ask any questions, don’t object in any way, I just push the laptop screen back so he can see most of me and flick the covers off me, exposing myself to him. I’m in my purple bra and panty set and I made sure to add a garter belt and nude colored stockings because I was thinking of making a little video of my own for him, to show him what his video has done to me. But he called me before I could gather the courage and do it. It’s even better this way, hearing the soft intake of breath he can’t hide, his mouth opening and his tongue softly touching his upper lip. His eyes widen slightly, then half a second later his eyelids close halfway. Only this time it has nothing to do with him being tired. He’s trying to focus on my face, but he can’t get them to stay there, they keep wandering all over the screen. Looking at him as he gives up the fight and surrendering to this passion between us is empowering. I wish I could feel him, hold him, and have him right next to me.