It’s through chattering teeth, and with shivering gasps, she holds my hair with both hands, her whole body going limp as she says my name one more time.
“Michael…,” she whispers hoarsely. Her body relaxes eventually, and her hands tease through my hair as she basks in the afterglow of what I also know somehow is her first orgasm ever.
“My first real one,” she whispers, reading my thoughts and making me chuckle.
“I mean…I don’t think anyone’s ever had anything like that,” she adds, letting her whole body go limp between tiny aftershocks.
Even her hands slide off my head and her legs, like jelly, are free to drop down again as I move back just a little.
Taking in some more of the most perfect view in the world.
My girl. Satisfied and happy. Looking up at me with misty, dreamy eyes as she mouths my name to herself silently.
I’ve never felt closer to anything or anyone, like I’d found the missing part of my soul. She’s right here, right now. And right on my desk within hands reach. Naked and wet. Limp and exhausted.
And she’s all mine. Mine for the taking. Mine for the keeping.
“Mine,” I tell myself, still in awe at my good fortune in this life.
“All yours,” Vanessa purrs, and I scoop her up again. Kissing her hard as we both swoon again.
Tasting her tasting herself, having her know just how fucking good she tastes. Everything with Vanessa is better than the last, and all of it adds up to perfection.
Pure and simple.
Settling back in my giant leather reclining office chair, I cover her naked body with my arms. Asking if she’s cold when she huddles closer.
“Not with you holding me,” she says softly, and it’s like this I sit with her, hugging her close. Stroking her hair. Kissing the top of her head, I congratulate myself on a job well done.
“Maybe I should spend more time at my desk…,” I muse aloud, and Vanessa gives a little laugh.
“I can help with that,” she affirms, and we both chuckle.
“But what are we gonna do with this?” she asks, one of her hands finding my stiff organ easily. Stroking my steely helm and making me growl low again.
The sight of her hand on my throbbing length. The sheen on the flat of her palm as she lifts my own precome, soaked right through from my endless hardness for her.
Seeing her press it against her lips. The pink of her tongue savoring it the same way I savor the taste of her. It makes me wonder if I can wait, even one more minute to fill her with my seed. Balls deep and making her come even harder and longer as I fill her with my thick, stiff cock.
“You can have all you want and whenever you want,” I tell her, “And whenever you’re ready,” I add, not wanting to make her feel like she has to.
And sliding a hand back down to her little love canal, I feel just how tight she is on my finger, knowing just how much she’s gonna be stretched and stuffed like nothing else.
“I’ll be sure to let you know,” she purrs, her body jerking and making her gasp again when I fondle her tight virgin entrance some more. “…But it won’t be months. Not even days,” she says thoughtfully, making me smile wider.
“Just say you’ll be mine then. Say it’ll be like this forever, Vanessa.” And she does.
Without a second thought, she tells me she’s mine. And I tell her I’m hers.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Vanessa
If the past few days have had a dreamlike quality, I feel like I’ve been asleep my whole life, and today, right now with Michael, is like waking up.
Not just being kissed by Prince Charming, but having his tongue and fingers show me that not all the stars and exploding suns are in the sky.
I never even knew it was possible to feel like this, that an orgasm could be so powerful.
So…So awesome.
I could have him hold me like this forever, but eventually, my mind and body come back to reality.
The parts of it that don’t feel anywhere nearly as good as Michael.
My job, I’m supposed to have started for one, followed closely by my near panic when I remember my boss, my best friend Jase, too.
Even though Michael’s the clear Alpha in the building and owns the company, I’m gonna have to tell Jase something.
Come to think of it, we haven’t texted or spoken less since he went away compared to the years we’ve known each other.
“What is it?” Michael asks, stroking my hair back over my ear and tilting my chin gently with his fingers so he can see my eyes.
I sigh quietly, snuggling in closer to him, like a giant pillow in an even more giant bed that I never want to get out of.