The days passed and Layla became used to James' gentle touch and his kind eyes. Their passion was turning into an understanding of mutual satisfaction from something that had been missing in both of their lives for some time.
After an evening of drinks with their coworkers, Layla and James managed to lag behind long after their last companion retreated. They slowly sipped their drinks. Layla took in the fruity scent of her wine, while James inhaled the heady musk of bourbon. They sat close to each other intoxicated by each other's presence but wary of their surroundings. James would tell a joke or a funny story and Layla would take that opportunity to give him a smile that reached her eyes and touch him gently on his leg. He would always return her gentleness with his own kindness by caressing her arm.
There wasn't often a break in their conversation. They usually talked about work and how much she was learning at her internship. He seemed truly interested in taking her under his wing and guiding her to success. Layla knew this. She appreciated his generosity and friendship. For once, there was a silence between them. Layla gazed deep into James' crystal eyes. She was jerked back to the realization that James had a family to go back home to. Layla let a soft sigh leave her lips. James noticed.
"What's on your mind, dear?"
James was always genuinely concerned for her thoughts and feelings. Layla pushed her silky hair behind her ear.
"You probably should go, baby. I imagine your wife is wondering where you are."
"No, I told her I went out with the office for drinks."
Layla wasn't expecting his honesty. They had never discussed their relationships with their spouses. Actually, Layla went to lengths to never mention his wife. Occasionally she would ask about his children, but didn't pry too deeply. The more of an emotional connection she made, the harder it would be to walk away from James when that time came.
"We should go anyway. It's getting late."
James nodded in agreement. They left the bar walking closely to each other. James made it a point for his sport jacket to be in contact with Layla's white silk blouse that perfectly accented her sensuous and sexy curves.
"You know, I'd be all over you if we weren't in public."
"Oh, well. Then perhaps we should sit in your car. After all, you are parked way over in the corner and there aren't any street lamps over head." Layla winked at James enticing him with her sparkling eyes and devilish scent.
James quickened his step. He adored kissing Layla. Her mouth was a perfect heart shape. Her lips were as pink as could be and as soft as pure cotton. They hastily got into James' car and turned on some background music. Layla couldn't quite make out what song was on but bobbed her head to it anyway.
James chuckled to himself. Layla was always bobbing to a tune in her head. He loved her musical ways. She was always humming or tapping her fingers to a beat. Her voice was a constant melody in his mind. Her playfulness was just what he needed.
"Come here sweetheart. Let me kiss you."
Layla leaned over the drive shaft thankful that it was low and out of the way. She rested her head on his shoulder and took in his intoxicating scent. Each breath she took was like drinking in his life. Each breath that they took together, each heart beat, brought them closer to an understanding that they had never known, but were soon to find out.
With two fingers under her slender chin, James lifted Layla's full lips towards his. At once, he drew in the breath that she let escape from her mouth. He pressed his firm granite lips against hers and kissed her passionately. Layla felt herself become instantly enticed and excited by his passion. She was getting very wet and wanted to rip her clothes off right there.
James traced the curves of her body with his fingertips. He stroked up her spine sending chills up her back further exciting her senses. All the while, their kisses were becoming more ferocious and desperate. Layla, practically on top of James, pressed her undulating breasts against his rock hard chest. Her nipples rose to stiff peaks. James couldn't help but notice the excitement in her body. Her creamy breasts rested below his chin and he wanted to suck and nuzzle them, feel them, caress them, taste them.
As easy as lifting a child, James brought Layla's creamy mounds towards his mouth. He took in her smell with a deep and elongated breath. Slowly he licked her skin following the curves of her breasts down into the valley between her large mounds. Her skin tasted like warm honey and he couldn't get enough of her. Gingerly, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse allowing her breasts to breath. Layla's chest was rising and falling rapidly with her excitement. James fondled her and kissed her. He pushed aside her snow white silk bra to expose the granite pink peaks that erupted from her breasts. James took her hard nipple into his mouth and nibbled gently and tugged. Layla let out a moan of pleasure that bordered on pain. Her mind was spinning with satisfaction. James swirled his tongue around her breasts taking in her taste and enjoying the pleasure that he was sure he was imparting on Layla's core.