She nodded. “Yes.”
“You never said.”
She laughed. “I’m not sure it would have mattered. You like to play safe. I imagine you use a condom no matter what. And..” she didn’t finish her thought.
“I’m safe,” I said wondering if that’s why she didn’t tell me about the pill. I had a reputation for hooking up, and while I wasn’t as promiscuous as people thought, Leah was wise to protect herself from a man who’d had many women as I did.
“Then we’re okay, right?”
In my mind, this seemed like a sign from God to get the hell away from her. I backed away. “If you’d like to use the bathroom…”
Her expression looked disappointed but resigned. She slipped from my desk, pulling her dress up over her breasts. She went into the bathroom and shut the door.
I took in deep calming breaths as I used a tissue to wipe my dick. I’d used a condom. What the hell happened to it? I pulled my pants up and went to stand by the window. I was being reckless by giving in to my desire for Leah. If I kept this up, I was going to pay for it.
I’m on the pill. Her words came back to me. Okay, so there’d be no pregnancy. I breathed a sigh of relief, pushing away the tiny bit of disappointment that there’d be no baby. I was a fucking mess.
The door opened, and she emerged put back together. “It must a have broke and slipped off.” She made a funny face. “It was still up there.”
“They have spermicide, so you shouldn’t have to worry.”
“I’m on the pill,” she reminded me.
“Yes, of course.” I was acting like a lunatic.
She watched me for a moment. “This doesn’t change things for me, Sebastian. But I know how you feel about… well you have your life just as you want it, so I’ll understand if you don’t want me anymore.”
I sighed, and went to her, rubbing her arms. “The problem is, Leah, that I do want you. I can’t seem to stop wanting you.”
She smiled, and it lit up every dark place in my soul. “Then we’re okay?”
I needed to tell her this had to stop. I needed to restore my peace and sanity. “We’re okay.”
“Good. Because I was researching and saw a position where I ride you sitting in your lap.”
My dick kicked to life, goddamn him. “You’ve done that.”
“But in this case, I’d be facing away from you.” Pink tinged her cheeks. “I read it in an erotica story where a woman had to sit on the man’s lap in the car and he fucked her like that. The driver had no clue.”
“You want to sit on my lap and fuck me in a car?” I’d had many fantasies, but that one had never occurred to me. “Who will drive us?”
“I don’t need to be in a car, but I’d still like to try that position.”
I nodded. “Leah, we can do whatever you want. But we need to keep this between us. You know that, right?” I should have said this sooner, but better late than never.
“Not even your dad.”
She pressed her hand gently to my chest. “I know, Sebastian.”
“Okay. I took her hand and led her to a chair. So how about you fuck me sitting in my lap?”
She smiled, and once again, it knocked the breath out of me. “Can we get naked? I like it best when we’re naked.”
I did too. “Okay. This time you lead. Whatever you want.”
“What if I do it wrong?”
I cradled her cheek in my hand. “There’s no wrong Leah. You do what feels good.”
We undressed, and I sat in the chair. At first, she straddled me facing me, my dick nestled between her cleft and my belly.
“Suck my tits Sebastian. I love it when you do that.”
I held each round beauty in my hand and took turns sucking on one and then the other as she ground her pussy against my dick. She rose and got another condom from my desk and I showed her how to put it on me. I nearly came from her fingers rolling it over my engorged cock.
Then she sat in my lap facing away from me. She widened her thighs, and took my hand, pressing it against her pussy.
“Touch me. I’m so wet.”
I used my fingers to rub her pussy lips and flick at her clit. I was usually a man who liked to take charge in my sexual satisfaction, but I couldn’t deny how much I was enjoying watching her explore and discover her own sexual power and what made her feel good.
With my other hand, I played with her tit and kissed her neck.
She sighed. “You’re so good at this.”
“I’ve had a little practice.” With any other woman, that would have been the wrong thing to say. Women didn’t like to know about a man’s past women. But Leah wasn’t like any other woman.