“I can do that,” he said, nudging me toward the bed and bending me over the soft mattress. My arms were still constrained by the neckline of my top, and he grabbed both, h
olding them at my back as he gently pushed my upper body down onto the bed, my head resting on the mattress and my hips lifting toward him.
He pushed my skirt up to my waist, stroking my bared skin as he pulled down my panties. His fingers slipped between my lips, stroking the wet heat in my core and spreading my juices in sweet circular strokes.
Arousal coursed through me, making me slicker for his fingers. He rubbed and stroked the quivering entrance to my body, teasing me with a promise of what would come later.
The pad of his thumb rubbed circles on and around my clit, driving me crazy with need. I heard him chuckle as my body jerked in ecstasy. “I can’t decide what I want to do with your body,” he said in a soft, musing voice.
“Fuck me,” I suggested, shameless in my need for his cock inside me.
“Patience.” He slid two fingers into me and drew them along my slick walls as I clenched hotly around them. “I want to lick every inch of your beautiful body, but I’ll make do with fucking you hard, for now.”
He undid his zipper, and the next moment, he was probing at my entrance. He rubbed himself against my eager flesh, moving along my wet center to rub his massive cock against my swollen clit before coming back to my wet entrance and pushing slowly inside.
I arched my waist further, moving my hips, inviting him deeper. He filled me to the hilt, making a sound that was halfway between a groan and a sigh as he stretched me so sweetly my whole body felt like it was on fire.
I rolled my hips, desperately needing the friction of his flesh moving on mine.
His fingers dug into my skin almost to the point of pain. “God, you’re so sweet,” he rasped harshly. Then he drew out and slammed hard into me again.
“Oh yes, like that,” I moaned, my eyes falling closed as he drove into my slick heat again and again. “It feels so good, I can’t bear it.” I sighed his name as he rammed hard into me, going wild as pleasure made me oblivious to anything but the feeling of him inside me, fucking me hard and fast.
He bent over me, reaching for my breast and squeezing hard. My body exploded, and I cried out in helpless pleasure.
Jason drew out of my quivering pussy and lifted me onto the bed in a kneeling position. He knelt behind me and drove deep into me again. His hands rounded my hips and held me in place while he fucked me, hitting all my sweet spots and driving me to another orgasm.
“Fuck, Daphne,” he groaned. “Sweet, sweet Daphne.”
“Yes,” I moaned.
“You’re mine,” he rasped through gritted teeth. “Every sweet inch—mine.”
I gripped the sheet, my moans an incoherent babble. My body hurtled out of control again, and I screamed his name as an orgasm shattered me all the way to my bones.
I heard him say my name. I heard him groan as he plunged deep and poured his hot release inside me. I tried to catch my breath, unable to move. He let go of my waist then slowly pulled out of me, leaving me shuddering as aftershocks of pleasure moved through me
He rolled onto his back, pulling me with him so I lay over him, our heated skin slick where we touched. “Was that fast and hard enough for you?”
I blew out a shaky breath, too weak to laugh, my whole body still trembling as I tried to drag air into my lungs. “What do you think?”
He bit my lower lip lightly, and I shivered.
“I think we should do this more often,” I suggested. “It might take some time to get it just right.” Like every single lunch hour until the end of time.
Jason laughed. “Sounds good to me.” He took my lips again then rolled over and got out of bed. “I’m starving.”
We cleaned up and fixed our clothes before descending on the dishes. There was a lot of food, including grilled salmon, roasted potatoes, and a delightfully crunchy salad. It was delicious.
“One minute I think we’re having lunch in your office, and the next I’m having a decadent afternoon of sex and food.”
Jason chuckled. “There was no way I was ever going to sit across a table from you and not think about fucking you. Getting a room seemed like the prudent thing to do.”
“I remember sitting at a table with you at your parents’ and you barely even looked at me.”
He laughed. “Are you kidding? I was this close to dragging you into the next room and fucking your brains out.”
I almost choked on my water. “I’d have gone with you, gladly.”