A lifetime between her thighs, watching her pleasure spill out of her in rapturous delight. Knowing that I am the only man to make her feel this way. I could live with trouble like that.
And I would die happy.
Aly’s fingers stroke along my cock, their inexperienced movements as skillful as any trained seductress. If only for the fact that it’s her, her hands on me, finally.
“Show me,” she says, her lips at my ear. “Show me what to do.”
My hand moves between us, covering hers, guiding her in the way to please me. I lean into her, sighing against her shoulder. I’m like putty in her hands. Metaphorically. Literally, I’m a solid fucking rock. With so much pressure building within me, I’m surprised I haven’t completely combusted where I stand.
I kiss her neck, hitting the sensitive space behind her ear. The one that causes her body to tense up beneath me and release that tiny gasp I love so much. I lift my hand from the table and pull aside the open halves of her shirt. I need something to focus on, or I’m finished before we’ve even started.
I push down her bra, exposing one taut, pink nipple. My mouth closes over her, drawing circles around the tiny bud with my tongue. Her hands continue along my cock, caressing me into utter oblivion. They only stumble for a moment when I take her nipple between my teeth.
We are both shaking, breathless. The pounding in my ears signals that I’m slowly losing my last seconds of control. I pull away from Aly’s touch, kissing her to silence any argument. “Now, Aly. I need you now.”
She nods. I reach for the top drawer of my desk but stop myself.
What the hell am I looking for? I don’t keep condoms in my desk drawer at work. Panic grips me. I need to be in this woman now. I need Aly writhing beneath me, demanding a feeling of pure bliss only I can give her. But I can’t do it like this. I don’t even know if she’s on birth control. “Fuck. I don’t have a condom.”
“It’s fine. I do.” She twists at the hip, doing a semi-acrobatic stunt to reach her purse without moving off the desk. I note that ability for later and hold her in place to steady her. “I came prepared.”
She spirals back into place and holds the thin package out to me. I take it, smiling. She brought a condom but not her underwear? A small chuckle rises in my throat.
Of course she did.
I never stood a chance.
Chapter Nineteen
Aly
Zach slides the condom over his erection, and a shiver weaves its way down my spine.
This is finally happening.
I’m going to make love for the first time in my life.
With Zach.
I’ve never wanted this more than I do now. I’ve never even stopped to take the time for dating. It always felt selfish, careless. I don’t have time for romance, for men, and all that they require to be kept happy. But with Zach, it never felt like I was sacrificing my time. Because every moment I spent with him felt precious.
I didn’t feel selfish for pursuing what I wanted. It just felt right.
His hands wrap around my thighs, lifting my skirt higher until they are a thin bunch about my hips. He hooks one arm under my knee and lifts my hips toward him, pressing me back against the desk. I prop myself up on my elbow. My fingers curl around the edge of the desk.
The tip of his erection pushes against my entrance, and it takes all I have not to come on the spot. He leaves a kiss against my forehead. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes.” I can barely speak. “Make me yours.”
He presses into me, and I swear I have flat-lined. He takes me in short, easy strokes. With each thrust, he moves deeper inside me, allowing my body to adjust to his size, to him. Electricity shoots down to my toes. Every inch of my lower extremities goes numb. The only sensations I feel are where his body meets mine, caressing me in tantalizing slow strokes. I feel my body stretching around him, welcoming him. My hips rock up to meet him, wanting him to end this torture.
Tension builds within me, this time, different from before. The intensity tightens in the core of my body, tightening until I fear I might collapse. Like I might melt into a puddle of red hair and haggard gasps right here on his office floor.
“God, Aly,” he whispers against my temple. “You feel so good.”
His arm loops under my other knee, angling me higher against him. He plunges deeper within me, hitting a spot at the center of my core that delivers shockwaves across my body. His pace quickens, and I cry out to ease the pressure forming between my thighs.
I reach out, pulling him against me, wanting to feel as much of his body against me as I can. His lips cover mine, drinking in the sounds escaping my throat as he continues to ravish my body. The final tether holding me in place snaps. Heat floods across my face as the wave of ecstasy consumes me. I crumble in his arms, weak and trembling.