“Britta,” I called gently, but she didn’t stir. Reaching for the remote on the coffee table, I turned the TV off and then hooked my arms under her body and started carrying her into her bedroom. She moaned, her weary eyes opening. She dropped her head against my chest, and I smiled.
“What’s happening?” she mumbled.
“Your neck was at an awful angle on the sofa.”
“Mmm,” she moaned again. “Where’s Slate?” I lowered Britta onto her bed, but it seemed she was waking.
“He just left. Just you and me, baby.”
“Your ring.” She moved with haste, but I stopped her from pulling it off. With a finger under her chin, I tilted her face and kissed her lips. She welcomed it and reciprocated, and what started off as gentle soon turned passionate.
Lips like hers need to be kissed.
They need to be fucked.
They begged for it.
Our tongues started a dance as my hand reached under her loose summer dress. My hands wandered up her thigh, skin so soft, and up to her breasts. Britta didn’t stop me. In fact, she inched closer, demanding I touch her.
“I just need a taste,” I whispered, pulling back and pushing her flat on the bed. “Just a taste.” It was a lie, we both knew it. A taste was never going to be enough. Pushing the straps of the dress over her shoulders, I freed her tits giving them the recognition they deserved. They were plump, perfectly shaped and beautiful. My hand wandered back down underneath her dress to find her lacy panties. She was wet, her hips thrusting up to meet my hand, demanding my fingers rub her clit to the point of orgasm.
I stood up, pushing my hand away. Britta’s eyes followed, her chest rising and falling heavily.
“Where are you going?” she asked, almost stricken.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said, ready to leave. Despite how I felt earlier, I didn’t want to fuck her right now. I mean, I wouldn’t say no, but the last thing I wanted was for Britta to feel like I was using her for sex.
I cared for her as a person, as someone I’d known for years and loved.
And I cared about her as an employee. She was too fucking valuable to lose over any shitty misunderstanding.
“Goodnight, Britta.”
“Whoa!” she lunged forward, gripped my arm and spun me around to face her. There was a glimmer of something shining in those beautiful blues of hers. Mischief, maybe. “You’re not going anywhere.” She laughed.
“Oh? Is that so?”
“Yes, that’s so. My vibrator doesn’t nearly compare to what you can give me.”
I laughed at her assessment, and in response, she practically climbed me like a cat to a tree. Her soft lips locked to mine and it was deep and passionate. I felt Britta’s hand work my belt and then unzip my pants. It all fell to the ground, and I kicked it aside.
With a wicked gleam in her mischievous eyes, she lowered herself, so she was level with my groin. Hooking her thumbs in my underwear, she pulled them down releasing my hard cock. It sprung free eagerly, and Britta moistened her lips in preparation. Opening her mouth wide, she slid her lips over my throbbing length. She sucked, licked, and used her teeth to gently graze. It was an exhilarating feeling, my head falling back enjoying the sensations.
I groaned, threading my fingers through her long hair, holding her pretty mouth in place. It felt too fucking good. The best I’d ever had, and as my cock threatened to explode in her mouth, I pulled myself free. She was panting, looking up at me with her wide eyes.
“You’re too fucking good at that,” I growled.
She smiled, gripped my shoulders and pushed me onto the bed. Again, she crawled her way up my body, lowering hers on top. Lifting her dress over her head, she sat on me completely naked and confident. She was like a goddess, and I had no idea why fuckface Roman would ever look elsewhere. She lifted herself slightly, her hand guiding my cock to her pussy. Britta’s long dark hair fell over her shoulders and covered her breasts allowing little peeps of her nipples to show through whenever she moved.
“Is this you taking control?” I asked.
She smiled wickedly. “You bring out the wild side in me.”
“Mmm,” I murmured, waiting for her to slide my cock in. “I love your wild side, but I love control. Now put my cock in your pussy and let’s fuck.”
“Always in such a hurry, Mr. Carnage.”
Raising herself some more, she slid the tip of my cock into her pussy and moaned. Keen to be inside her, I took over, thrusting until I filled her completely. Britta cried out, falling on top as she took a moment to get used to me. She must still be sensitive from the night before.