Strawberry Kisses Phavy Prieto (bookstand for reading TXT) 📖

desk to make me lie down. He knelt and lifted my dress. Luckily I was wearing stockings so I didn't have to rip them to take off my lace panties. I shuddered when I felt his warm breath between my legs. Then he sank his mouth deeper and I fell backwards completely surrendered, regardless of the PC keyboard, pens and even the stapler getting stuck in my back. That feeling surpassed any other I felt before. When he stuck his fingers into me, I yelled.

"Shush, don't yell!," he said in a low voice while his tongue kept playing with my clitoris. I bit my fist so as not to yell out of pure pleasure.

"I can't take it anymore," I panted, feeling that I was about to reach the climax and go straight to paradise at any moment. It was then that he moved away. I looked up and saw how, with a quick gesture and a single movement, he penetrated me so deeply that made me moan loudly.

"Fuck, don't stop!" I panted looking at him pulling it out and then sinking it in again. His thrusts went on and on until I finally couldn't stand it anymore and I screamed, I fucking screamed, not caring if the entire building could hear me. I was experiencing the best fucking orgasm in the universe!

When I came to my senses, I didn't remember the part in which Damian had put on a condom. It was then that my sexual fantasy vanished.

"Maria, come back to the present," my inner voice said. That present in which I still had Damian's lips glued to mine and Adonis’s shirt was perfectly intact, just a little wrinkled for the way I clung onto it.

"We should get going. Aren't you hungry?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Was that a déjà vu or something? I thought as I moved away to observe him.

Perhaps the Maria with sexual fantasies was much bolder than the real one. The very idea that Ingrid could be around and enter my office or some colleague could stealthily watch us terrified me.

"Very hungry," I replied, not precisely thinking about food.

Damian smiled at me and pulled my hand to make me fall into his arms. I felt safe when he welcomed me that way, so much that I was afraid of the moment when I would no longer have him so close.

"I propose myself as a dessert after dinner," he whispered, giving me a little kiss on the nose before wrapping his arm around my waist and pushing me to leave the office with him.

On the way home he called an Italian restaurant to have the lunch delivered. We didn’t have time to stop and eat in a restaurant since I had to arrange all my clothes in the wardrobe, familiarize with the apartment, and pay enough attention to the chef who was going to come in a couple of hours to cook dinner that night.

To say that I was nervous because I was about to meet my supposed in-laws was to say the least. To release my tension a little, I thought that I could behave like a special friend of their son and not like the future daughter-in-law who tried to be nice to them at all costs.

I hadn't memorized all the hobbies and tastes of Damian's mother, but I knew four fundamental things: Greek cuisine, musicals, works of art and tulips. I knew nothing about any of them, but I thought it would be enough just to mention them so that she starts talking about them. I was very good at listening to people, especially because special things that were worth talking about rarely happened to me.

"Relax! I'm sure my mother will like you very much," said Damian, as I devoured a mini calzone stuffed with ham and cheese, trying to calm my anxiety.

"Of course, it's your mother! What else could you say?" I said ironically. "I bet you wouldn't be so calm if it was the other way around. I just want everything to go well and that they don’t realize that... that... well, you understand!"

"They won’t notice anything because there is nothing to be noticed," he replied calmly. I looked at him raising my eyebrow. "It's all true and real, okay?" he added.

I understood that he referred to our two-week deal during which we would let ourselves go and enjoy our time in peace. I didn't know how the hell he managed to behave so naturally, since to me it was so hard to fully get into the role. I was aware that if I gave myself up to it completely, I would never want to let him go, and that would be a point of no return.

"Okay," I said, taking another calzone, "it’s all real," I conceded as I dropped into my chair. He got up to stand behind me.

"This is the girl I'm going to marry," he reassured me before leaning over to kiss me on the nose again. "I need to make a couple of business calls and a video conference. I will be in my office. I have left you some free space in the wardrobe and a chest of drawers to arrange your things. You can put your suitcases in the closet in the corridor. When the intercom rings, please open the door. It’s Amelie, the chef who’s coming to prepare the dinner."

After those words he headed towards the hall and I lost sight of his perfect ass.

It took me two hours to arrange all my things. Luckily, I didn’t bring more stuff in my two suitcases. I was so tired that I threw myself on the bed to rest my back.

Damian's bedroom was enormous, and with a gigantic bed, infinitely more comfortable than mine. To be able to sleep there over the next two weeks felt like a dream, something that probably happened only in movies.