“Is this what you wanted, Cameron?” he whispers by my ear as his fingers go to the slit of my dress and find their way to the top of my knickers. “Me touching you like this…” And then he slips his fingers inside of my knickers and finds my clit.
“Yes,” I say on a breath as I drop my head back on his shoulder, exposing my neck to him.
His finger rubs my clit in circles before he moves them down and circles them at my opening.
“Already so fucking wet for me,” he says, and the thrill that shoots through me has me widening my legs a little more for him. He pushes inside and places his thumb on my clit, and I cry out.
I grind on his hand as he drives me into a frenzy.
“Look at them all down there,” he says, and I lift my head from his shoulder and look out of the window and down to the garden below. “None of them have any idea that I’m about to fuck you against this window…”
He removes his fingers from me and pulls them out of my knickers, before turning me around, slamming me against the window, and lifting me back up again so I can resume my position with my legs around him. His fingers that were all over my pussy seconds ago are now in his mouth as he tastes me. Dear God, I think I’m going to come from that sight alone.
He uses his other hand and pushes my dress up, and I reach down and unbuckle his trousers, freeing his cock, which is just as magnificent as I remember, and as hard as fucking stone.
He removes his fingers from his mouth, brings them down to my knickers, and pulls them to the side as he places his cock at my opening.
He stares at me for a moment. This beautifully handsome man, who I am head over heels for. The one I want to fuck me into oblivion and then kiss me as if his world will end if he doesn’t.
“Once we do this, there is no turning back the clock, Cameron. You’ll be mine, and I’ll be yours.”
His words do nothing to dampen the fire that has ignited inside of me, and my next words have him growling. “Fuck me like you own me, Caleb.”
He pushes his dick inside of me, and I groan from the feeling of him sliding in. And then it’s like all hell breaks loose as he fucks me hard and fast against the window.
I grip his shoulders, tilting my hips so he hits me deeper, and then he brings his thumb to my clit as his mouth claims mine and he swallows my moans.
I float onto another world as my orgasm builds inside of me.
I reach new heights that I never thought could be possible.
And then I shatter as he tips me over the edge, breaking from my lips and roaring as he comes inside of me.
I hold onto him for dear life, and when he’s brought us both back down to earth, he carries me to the comfy chair in the corner of his room and sits down, me straddling him, his dick still buried deep and me slouched on top of him, trying to regain my breath.
And when I do, I pull back to look at him, and he takes my face in both of his hands and pulls me to his lips, where he kisses me softly, slowly, and at a complete contrast to only moments ago.
I don’t know how much time passes when he breaks away, and then he stands up with me again, moving us to his private bathroom, where he sits me on the edge and cleans me with a warm cloth. Fuck. My ovaries have literally died and gone to heaven.
He then stands between my legs and kisses me again, before asking, “You okay?”
Am I okay? Jesus, fuck, yes I am okay, more than. But I don’t say that, and instead I answer him with, “I’m right where I’m supposed to be.”
ChapterTwenty-Four
Cameron
I make myself as presentable as possible before I walk back into his office, where he waits for me, his arse resting on the edge of his desk, his hands in his pockets… Oh Christ, I could fuck him again.
But suddenly, as he stares at me, I feel something like shyness creeping over me, and I’m pretty sure I’m blushing. I let pure desire, want, and need take over before, but now, it’s just me, and I have no idea what to do or say.
Then again, it doesn’t look like I’ll have to figure that out as he says to me, “Come here.” His tone is demanding, dominant, and I slowly walk to him, stopping just in front of him before he stands tall and looks down at me. His hands find their way to my face, cupping both of my cheeks, and he brushes his lips over mine before making me want to melt into a puddle of goo as he kisses me tenderly.
“I’ve waited so fucking long to do that,” he whispers, and a shiver runs up my spine.
“You mean, fuck me against the window of your office?” I reply teasingly, with a small smile gracing my lips.
He moves his hands down and places them on my arse, squeezing gently. “Just to be able to touch you again, to feel you, to be inside you…” He moves his mouth to my ear lobe and bites gently, and I arch into him. Christ, I’m going to need him to fuck me again if he keeps doing that. His slight stubble grazes my cheek as he pulls back to look at me, with hunger in his eyes. The same hunger that is in mine. But I know that we’re going to have to break whatever spell we’re under any second now and return to reality.