How to give a great handjob. Leila's eyes greedily took in the details on her phone's screen. She wasn't convinced she did a good job with Kelvin's dick. The article mentioned lube and she hadn't used anything.
For a greater part of last night, she had no idea what she had been doing. She only followed the tempo of his breath, moving slower and faster according to his moans.
Kelvin didn't lie. He was huge. He was so big her hand couldn't easily go around him. A thick lump settled in her throat and she gulped hard thinking about it.
Yesterday was her first time hearing him be that vulnerable. She didn't mean to laugh. It just came out because his request made her nervous. Sex on her period would have been messy. His reaction to her confession was worse. She had never felt so alone.
This morning was the most awkward between them. If she did such a good job, why was he so nervous around her? He didn't even kiss her goodbye or wait to eat breakfast with her. No question about her night, if she slept well or if her cramps had reduced.
Turning back to the article, she pursed her lips. This one didn't satisfy her, she needed better details. Leila didn't know how but the next page she found herself in was an article discussing how to give your partner an unforgettable blowjob. She had never done it before. If she did, she would want Kelvin to always remember it.
A car honked and the cab slowed when the traffic light turned red. Her eyes met the driver's in the rearview mirror and she blushed furiously. She wasn't doing anything wrong. But with the driver looking at her like googling handjobs and blowjobs in the backseat of a cab was a crime, she felt like a criminal.
No words were exchanged between the driver and his passenger when they reached her stop. She paid him his fare and disappeared out of his sight.
There was no one in front of the elevator when she got there, she pressed the button and froze.
This was no coincidence. He must have waited for her.
A shadow fell over her from behind. His cologne announced his presence before he walked into her line of view. The elevator slid open, he entered first and kept the door open for her. The hand holding her handbag shook to the point her bag almost fell.
Kelvin pulled her inside and the elevator closed. They were quiet. Leila stood closer to the wall like the small distance would stop Kelvin from touching her. She pressed the number of her office floor and Kelvin inputted his. Their fingers brushed and Kelvin winked.
The space between them was smaller, she sucked in her breath when his hand lowered to her back.
"Leila."
"Kev," she breathed out, her eyes on the floor. "We shouldn't be doing this."
They were not doing anything wrong but Leila feared for the next few minutes inside this place without a third party. She didn't trust Kelvin to keep to his side of the bargain. No touching or talking in the office but his fingers were making circles on her lower back and igniting sparks.
Her husband's touch burned through her jacket and goosebumps broke out on her back. His head lowered, she ceased to breathe when his sexy mouth touched a corner of her lips. Leila waited and waited for a kiss that never came.
He was so close to her, breath fanning her face. All he had to do was press those soft lips to hers and kiss her senselessly. Kelvin stepped back without kissing her and her jaw ticked.
The change of attitude confused her. He was sweet one moment and cold the next. Ready to touch her one second and keeping his hands to himself the next minute. It gave her a whiplash. If he wouldn't kiss her, he shouldn't give her the impression he would.
"Doing what?" Kelvin's hand wrapped around her upper arm. Her heart thumped against her ribcage like a caged bird. "I want to kiss you, Leila."
Leila's gaze flickered to the camera in the elevator. The red light blinked. Kelvin followed her gaze, his eyes narrowed when she didn't provide a reply. She shook her head. What if someone was watching?
"You can't," she replied.
He placed his hands on each side of her head. Leila wished she had worn heels to match his height. His thumb brushed the under of her lip, he pushed his finger into her mouth and she sucked it to his knuckle without looking away from him. The article she read mentioned men loved it. She wanted to please him. She wanted him to kiss her but she didn't want him to do it in the elevator.
Ugh. These thoughts were killing her.
The elevator made a sound when they reached her floor, Kelvin punched another button and the elevator continued up without Leila getting out. The ping snapped her out of her lust, she clutched the straps of her handbag and took steps away from her seductive husband.
"Kev..." Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. Her husband smirked. This was not good. "I will be late."
Kelvin glanced at his wristwatch. "You won't."
On getting to Kelvin's floor, he stepped out of the elevator before her. Her eyes swept over the empty corridor. They were safe. Kelvin tugged her to himself and a small sound left Leila's lips. His darkened gaze swept over her body and her handbag dropped to the floor. Her back pressed to the wall, Kelvin grabbed her hands above her head and littered kisses on her neck.
"Leila..." She writhed under him. Her mind was blank. She wanted him to kiss her properly. Kelvin nibbled on her neck and she moaned his name. His head pulled back and he cupped her face. "I owe you a kiss."
"Yes." The reply was out of her lips before she could think. Kelvin let go of her hands and she tried to smoothen her blouse. "You didn't kiss me in the morning and you didn't eat breakfast before leaving."
A small smile curved Kelvin's lips. He bopped her nose and she averted her gaze. He was making her shy.
"But you didn't say anything," he muttered.
Leila wrung her hands and shrugged. She wasn't used to asking for kisses. In her past relationship, they didn't need permission from each other before kissing. So far, he hadn't required consent to kiss her.
"Well..."
She left the statement hanging and Kelvin folded his arms across his chest. The fitted jacket defined his biceps. A glint crawled into his eyes, Leila had a sinking feeling she wouldn't like what he was about to say.
"Do you want me to kiss you?" he asked.
Of course she did. What kind of question was that?
The look in her husband's eyes told her she was not leaving this place until she answered him. Seconds ticked by without her saying a word and Kelvin pursed his lips. In the end, her head tilted in a small nod.
"Use your words, Leila."
Straightening up, she said, "Yes."
"Yes, what?"
Oh, God. Why was he doing this to her? She opened her mouth and closed it. The words refused to form. Kelvin's foot rapped into the floor in impatience. Leila tried again for the second time but she couldn't reply.
"You can't say it," he added moments later. His disappointment hung heavy in the air, if she reached up she might even touch it. Turning his back to her, he helped her with her handbag and inserted the number of her office floor on the button on the wall. "You will be late." Lies. She still had time. "Have a good day, Leila."
Again, the words to reply failed her, she pushed one foot in front of the other until she was beside him.
"Kev." The elevator was still open. Her eyes lowered to her husband's pink lips. His desire mirrored hers but she didn't know the right thing to say. Inside the elevator, she hugged herself. Her husband was still there, watching and waiting. "Have a good day, Kev."