“You really are perfect. Look at you.”
I realize that it’s the first time she’s seen my tattoo in its entirety. The legs of the phoenix extend past my waist and the feet and talons wrap around my groin. She extends a hand and touches the part that covers my ribs.
“It’s extraordinary. It’s almost a shame you have to cover it.”
“I don’t think I’d get much done if I didn’t.”
Her chest shakes with her laughter. “Definitely not. All the women coming to the shop would be there for more than just getting their cars serviced.”
“Brat. That wasn’t what I meant.”
“I know. But that’s what would happen. You are one sexy package, Zack Marshall.”
Her fingers trail lower. My head falls back on my shoulders as she takes me in her hand, then touches the tip, rubbing through the moisture that’s gathered there. At my harsh groan, she snatches her hand back.
“You’re so hard,” she whispers.
“Getting harder every second.”
I kick my jeans away from my feet and roll on the condom. When I climb back in the bed, she looks up at me trustingly. I rest my forehead on hers and flex my hips until I’m resting right at her entrance. The heat of her arousal almost unmans me. Every inch of me wants to just dive right into what I know is about to be the tightest pussy I’ve ever breached. But I grit my teeth and hold myself still.
“If anything hurts–“
“It won’t,” she assures me.
“Or if you want to stop for any reason–“
Her hips arch up so I’m forced into her a few inches. All my will to go slow disintegrates as my cock is enveloped in her wet heat. She lets out a cry and her legs tighten behind my ass. Her muscles tighten instinctively around me as if trying to keep me inside. I have no defense against the iron tight grip she’s got on my cock.
“Oh fuck.”
She melts beneath me as I sink deeper. I bury my face in her shoulder and rock slowly, circling my hips to open her up. Her hands travel over my shoulders and into my hair. I sneak a look at her face, looking for signs of pain or discomfort. Her mouth is open and every time I push home, she lets out a soft sigh.
Before long I’m pushing in rhythmically until in one stroke she finally takes my full length. It feels so good that I feel like the virgin, completely innocent to how good it could be. Her pussy holds me lovingly, rippling and sucking me deeper and deeper with every stroke. Josie lets out another one of those soft cries that I’m helpless against and one of her hands slides down to my ass. She’s holding me to her tightly. Like she wants it all.
The thought is so arousing that before I know what I’m doing, I push into her faster. My control is shot and I’m pure instinct, trying to make sure that every inch of our skin is in contact. Her legs curl around my waist and I hit a spot deep inside that pulls a long cry from her. I reach between us and rub her clit rhythmically. Moments later, she stiffens beneath me and then dissolves into a shivering orgasm that tightens all of her muscles simultaneously.
I don’t stand a chance against watching her come apart beneath me. With the sound of her cries still in my ears, I give in and come too.
We fall off the edge together and the pleasure feels like it never ends.
†
I wish I could say that we spent long hours stroking each other and basking in bliss. Unfortunately we’re interrupted by the unmistakable sound of the door slamming downstairs. Josie raises her head listening. Then every muscle in her body jerks. Not in a sexy way, either.
“Oh my god, they’re back early!”
“What?”
She slaps a hand over my mouth. “Shh, they’ll hear you.”
The way she’s moving around is doing interesting things to me since I’m still inside her. I’m half hard again just feeling her clench and tighten around me. Her expression turns from shock to disbelief as she looks down at where we’re still joined.
“Seriously?”
I wink at her then grasp the edge of the condom before I withdraw. “I aim to please.”
She watches with interest as I wrap the condom in a tissue and place it in the small trashcan beneath her desk. When I stand up again, her eyes are still on me.