I could indulge my fantasy and make her cream right there on my desk with no negative consequences. It was liberating and exciting. I felt my heart go from zero to sixty in a matter of moments.
Reaching around behind her, I slid her across the surface, pulling her flush with my chest. Deepening the kiss, I tried to give her a little taste of what she was in for. She moaned, dropping my tie and circling my neck. Her head tilted back, exposing the gentle arch of her neck.
I took it as an invitation, moving from her lips to her throat with ease. She tasted fresh, as if she had just come from her morning shower. It was heaven. I sank into it like a vampire hungry for sustenance.
She squirmed, readjusting her seat against the wooden surface, gasping for air as I licked greedily. We were wearing too many clothes. All of a sudden, the suit that I wore became restrictive, and I longed to shed it. But there was the equal problem of her attire and the way it denied me access to her flesh.
I wanted to part with it, but I didn’t want to give up the momentum. I was afraid that if I stopped, she would hop off the desk and close her legs. I didn’t have to worry. She took me by the shoulders and pushed me back, sliding her arms through the sleeves of her blouse. In one dramatic move, she hauled the thing off and tossed it onto my chair.
I grinned. There was an urgency to her movements that I appreciated. I wanted to sink into her body with every inch of my attention. I wanted her to know me intimately, to feel me between her legs and understand that I meant business. I anticipated her lyrical voice hitched high with surprise and delight and knew that there was no time to waste.
Reaching beneath the knot at my throat, I undid the strands. Sliding the silk from my collar, I cast it aside. Pulling my jacket off, I relieved myself of one hurdle. There were just eight million others left to go.
Meara didn’t give me time to attack my dress shirt. She reached up with nimble fingers and began to undo the buttons. I moaned in appreciation, kissing her twice as she worked her way down my chest.
The shirt peeled open at the very last second, freeing me to feel her chest against mine. I pulled her tight, destroying every last inch of free space between us. Her skin was hot, her libido on overdrive. I wanted to lick her all over, and I determined not to deny myself that pleasure. Sliding my hands up her spine, I grasped the back of her bra, lifting it from her skin and unhooking it at the same time.
She slid her hands through the straps, helping me take it off. I paused only briefly to examine my find. It was crazy. Weeks ago, when I met her at the party, I’d envisioned this kind of interaction. Yet when she disappeared into Damien’s office, potentially doing the same thing we were currently engaged in, I lost all hope.
Here she was, seated in front of me, naked from the waist up. I felt like a conquering hero, like an explorer about to plant his flag. Pushing my keyboard and mouse aside, I eased her flat. Trailing my kisses from her lips, across her throat, I headed for the glorious mounds of flesh in the center of her figure.
Licking up the slope of one, I sucked the nipple into my mouth. Running my tongue over the tip, I teased it to attention. She moaned, combing her fingers through my hair. I pulled her crotch down tight against mine, showing her what was in store.
My cock was hard, straining against my pants as I ground it into her pelvis. There was still more work to do, but I knew that eventually I would get to taste that ultimate freedom. My hands found her waist, loving the feel of unbroken skin. She stretched, eager for everything I was about to give her.
“Kent,” she whispered.
Hearing my name spoken aloud drove me crazy. She wanted all three of us, yet she was there with me for the time being. I was the one who would be making her come, and she knew it. Sliding my hands up her rib cage, I dug in, like a fat man at a buffet.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me even closer. I slammed my palms down against the desk on either side of her body, shaking the surface. Licking and sucking, I brought us both to the brink. Her fingernails scraped along my shoulder blades, telling me all I needed to know about her state of arousal.
There was only one thing left to do. I had to remove the final barrier and allow myself entrance to the place of my dreams. Nipping at her chest, I reared up, undoing the clasp at her waist. Shucking the last vestige of professional attire from her body, I revealed my intentions.
She struggled to come up on her elbows, but I held her in place with a kiss. I needed to do this. This was my victory and my ultimate sacrifice. Undoing my belt, I pushed my pants to the floor and gazed down at my pride poking straight out toward her cunt.
I took him in my hand, feeling the length. He was thick and ready for action, begging me to finish the race. Toying with myself as much as with her, I let my dick go, gripping her thighs in two meaty hands. This was it. This was the moment I had been waiting for.
I was done playing the sidekick. No one in the office was pitying me now. I was about to claim my rightful place and do what I should have done from the very beginning. Sliding two fingers up her canal, I found her tight and wet. She was already prepared for the journey we were about to take. I didn’t need any more encouragement. Planting one hand on the desk beside her, I forced myself inside, breaking down all her barriers.
She gasped, splitting her legs wide to drive me farther down. I obliged, pushing until our hips met. I felt her stranglehold on my cock and thrust eagerly, nailing her to the surface. Looking down, I marveled at the sight.
Meara was buck naked, spread-eagle before me, consumed by my passion. I watched as each movement brought her closer to tears. She tossed her head, her hair washing back and forth across the stained oak boards. This was my woman, my soul mate. I slammed full force into her hole, making her tits dance under the pressure. The desk scraped against the floor, the sound of it unmistakable.
I didn’t care. At that moment, I could have shouted to the world that this was what I was doing, and it wouldn’t have mattered in the slightest. The only thing I cared about was bringing us both to the breaking point. I had to have her. I had to take her to the well and watch her drink. The pressure built, blinding me to everything else.
With an exaggerated grunt, I pulled myself free. Grabbing her by the arm, I repositioned her, flipping her over onto her chest. Her lovely rump gazed up at me, two soft mounds of flesh deserving of my entrance.
I slid inside once again, reassuring myself that it wasn’t too late. She was so slick it was like diving into a vat of butter. My johnson ached for relief. Her heat was too much, sending me further and further down the path of no return.
I smashed her into the desk, planting one hand on her lower spine for leverage. She wailed, the thunderous sound of our bodies, music to my ears. I was taking her over the edge, drowning her in pure delight. I saw the end of the tunnel an instant before emerging into the light.
My muscles clenched, the blood pounding through me. Digging deep, I shot my load, emptying all my pent-up anger and longing into her sweet abyss. She scratched her nails across the surface of the desk, chipping the stain. I knew I had to complete the transaction and make her heart beat as hard as mine was.
Grinding my teeth together, I forced myself to plant three more heavy thrusts. It was more than enough. She cried out, and I felt her intimate walls shudder around my rod. Filling my hands with her ass cheeks, I squeezed, reminding her that I was still in place.
She relaxed, every inch of her body going limp. I slid two fingers up her spine, letting her know who was in charge. I would stay as long as I wanted. She was mine until I chose otherwise. Closing my eyes, I luxuriated in the feeling.
Meara lay still, letting me have my moment. I felt the pressure build again and knew I had to retreat. Sliding free, I bent my head to kiss her shoulder. Setting her free, I reached for my pants.