I quickly reach my hand to her mouth, looking into her eyes with a warning, and she tilts her head back to look at the door before nodding. Blondie doesn’t deserve to even be in the vicinity of such pleasure. I don’t need him knowing shit about what we’re doing in here.
Fuck.
Her eyes turning back to me sends a ripple of pleasure through me, and I feel myself grow even harder. But I’m still determined to make this last, so I continue to lick down the length of her, stopping just at her opening. She grips my hair and tugs, her fingers begging me for more. I take pleasure in her eagerness, and a thought runs through my brain as I grasp her hips.
“Turn around,” I whisper and twist her, so she knows I mean on her stomach. She follows my lead, and I lift myself to my knees, glancing at her dresser, before getting up, determined to find what I know she must keep. The top drawer is unorganized, but I flick through it while stroking my cock and I know she’s watching me, making me more aroused. I continue digging with my free hand when I hear her whimper.
I glance over my shoulder to see her touching herself while watching me, and I bite my bottom lip. Fuck she’s sexy. I want to be inside of her at all costs, so I fidget through her drawer even quicker while we continue to watch each other, somehow still breathing to the same rhythm. When I find the solid instrument that I know she would have because all women keep it in their top drawer, I turn around. It’s entirely possible that I could have been wrong about it being there, but it feels fucking amazing to be right.
My eyes glaze with determination as I pull it out with a grin, flicking it on to make sure it’s working. It’s strong and long. Quite hefty, actually. I look her deeply in the eyes to study her expression as she brings her wet fingers to the edge of the mattress.
“This is a large vibrator for such a tight pussy.” I grin, and her eyes flicker to my fully hard length.
“Not as large as you, unfortunately.” A smile twists on her lips as I cross back to the bed. I mimic it, partly because she’s right, but mostly because I like that she doesn’t have a filter.
She truly doesn't know the hold she has on me at this moment, but I won't let her know. I’ll remain in control because fucking her is better than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. I’m quite certain it’s what my life has been missing, and it’s fucking twisted that I want it with her, of all people. It's a bad idea, I know– fucking my assistant. But it feels euphoric every time she touches me, and I need this. Need her. So I’ll give her everything I have to give now, and pay the cost later.
It’s a small price to pay, now that I know how good she feels, tastes, touches…
Fuck, we’re screwed, aren’t we?