closes around my dick when I slide inside of her. Jesus Christ she feels so good—I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.
Surprisingly, we finish up in the shower and make it to the bed to dry off instead of going for the next round. The sex is definitely not getting old, but the act of hanging out with Falyn is pretty cool too. Something I’m honestly still confused as hell about.
No one would ever look at the two of us and pair us together. Falyn is straight-edged… at least outside of the bedroom. And she’s this career woman who has big dreams of filling daddy’s shoes one day soon. I’m just a guy trying to tell a story now and then with some old scrap metal. A highly profitable story, but still.
Falyn and I are on opposite ends of the spectrum here. Yet… I’ve never felt like anyone’s ever listened to me as much as Falyn. Behind all those business blazers and sensible heels she has a down-to-earth side. She doesn’t let it out much, but I know it’s there. And I kind of want to help her set it free some more.
But facts are facts. Fact—I let Dinah in because I thought she was a cool chick too. Fact—she said all the right things, did all the right stuff, and still managed to leave me on our fucking wedding day. Shit like that will make a guy quick to sidestep any kind of feelings for a woman in the future.
And that leads me to now. I don’t know what Falyn thinks about all this and I don’t want to ruin the moment for us by asking. Plus, it’s not really my style to want to go and label things—I do have a dick. It’s sort of in my DNA and all.
I glance over at her while she pulls on her pajama pants. She has to be thinking something is going on here. I can’t be the only one.
I finish putting on my own clothes and then nearly shit myself when I take a look at the alarm clock on the night stand. “Shit, is it seriously midnight already?”
“Yeah, it looks like it. You gotta go?” She’s specifically made her voice sound nonchalant, as if she couldn’t give two shits whether or not I left. But I know better. I’ve had plenty of experience in dealing with lonely businesswomen. Or just plain lonely women with too much time and money on their hands. They don’t want you to know that they desperately want you to stay.
“Believe it or not, yes. I usually get up late on Mondays but I’m supposed to be meeting with another client tomorrow around noon. If I want any chance to sleep uninterrupted then I better go.”
Falyn snorts, hiding the way her eyes flash at the mention of another client. “You weren’t complaining about those interruptions last I checked. Make sure to tell your other client to bring an extra-warm coat. You wouldn’t want her to get too cold or anything.”
Whoa, someone’s a little jealous.
I let out a sigh and hold back the retort I have for her. “Oh come on. It’s not going to be like that. My client happens to be a spry seventy year-old man.”
This seems to warm Falyn’s iciness up a bit, but I can still see the little peek of disappointment in the way she sets her shoulders. “I’m sure he’d love to experience posing for you too. You did say the human body was nothing to be ashamed of. That includes liver spots.”
The goodbye is completely awkward and I don’t know whether I should go in for a hug, a kiss, or just kind of get the hell out of here. But Falyn seems determined in her own mind and pulls me in for another one of her mouth-ravishing kisses.
When I pull back, my lips are tingling and tugging up into a smile I’ve yet to be rid of since I got here days ago. “I’ll call you tonight.” The words sound somewhat crazy and archaic coming from me of all people, but I somehow I actually mean them.
Falyn picks up on it too and gives me one of her most dazzling smiles yet. God, someone get this girl a toothpaste commercial. “Okay then. That uh, that sounds great! I’ll be here… just hanging out or whatever.”
Something cracks
Surprisingly, we finish up in the shower and make it to the bed to dry off instead of going for the next round. The sex is definitely not getting old, but the act of hanging out with Falyn is pretty cool too. Something I’m honestly still confused as hell about.
No one would ever look at the two of us and pair us together. Falyn is straight-edged… at least outside of the bedroom. And she’s this career woman who has big dreams of filling daddy’s shoes one day soon. I’m just a guy trying to tell a story now and then with some old scrap metal. A highly profitable story, but still.
Falyn and I are on opposite ends of the spectrum here. Yet… I’ve never felt like anyone’s ever listened to me as much as Falyn. Behind all those business blazers and sensible heels she has a down-to-earth side. She doesn’t let it out much, but I know it’s there. And I kind of want to help her set it free some more.
But facts are facts. Fact—I let Dinah in because I thought she was a cool chick too. Fact—she said all the right things, did all the right stuff, and still managed to leave me on our fucking wedding day. Shit like that will make a guy quick to sidestep any kind of feelings for a woman in the future.
And that leads me to now. I don’t know what Falyn thinks about all this and I don’t want to ruin the moment for us by asking. Plus, it’s not really my style to want to go and label things—I do have a dick. It’s sort of in my DNA and all.
I glance over at her while she pulls on her pajama pants. She has to be thinking something is going on here. I can’t be the only one.
I finish putting on my own clothes and then nearly shit myself when I take a look at the alarm clock on the night stand. “Shit, is it seriously midnight already?”
“Yeah, it looks like it. You gotta go?” She’s specifically made her voice sound nonchalant, as if she couldn’t give two shits whether or not I left. But I know better. I’ve had plenty of experience in dealing with lonely businesswomen. Or just plain lonely women with too much time and money on their hands. They don’t want you to know that they desperately want you to stay.
“Believe it or not, yes. I usually get up late on Mondays but I’m supposed to be meeting with another client tomorrow around noon. If I want any chance to sleep uninterrupted then I better go.”
Falyn snorts, hiding the way her eyes flash at the mention of another client. “You weren’t complaining about those interruptions last I checked. Make sure to tell your other client to bring an extra-warm coat. You wouldn’t want her to get too cold or anything.”
Whoa, someone’s a little jealous.
I let out a sigh and hold back the retort I have for her. “Oh come on. It’s not going to be like that. My client happens to be a spry seventy year-old man.”
This seems to warm Falyn’s iciness up a bit, but I can still see the little peek of disappointment in the way she sets her shoulders. “I’m sure he’d love to experience posing for you too. You did say the human body was nothing to be ashamed of. That includes liver spots.”
The goodbye is completely awkward and I don’t know whether I should go in for a hug, a kiss, or just kind of get the hell out of here. But Falyn seems determined in her own mind and pulls me in for another one of her mouth-ravishing kisses.
When I pull back, my lips are tingling and tugging up into a smile I’ve yet to be rid of since I got here days ago. “I’ll call you tonight.” The words sound somewhat crazy and archaic coming from me of all people, but I somehow I actually mean them.
Falyn picks up on it too and gives me one of her most dazzling smiles yet. God, someone get this girl a toothpaste commercial. “Okay then. That uh, that sounds great! I’ll be here… just hanging out or whatever.”
Something cracks
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