Jason
Bad idea. Bad, bad fucking idea.
But I couldn’t help myself. I’d tried to put April out of my head, to hope that I could keep what I wanted in the realm of fantasy.
Her in that dress…it’d been too much. I should’ve known better, but I’d assumed I could stay in control. After all, it’d never been a problem before, and why should she be any different?
But April was different. There was something about her, something that made me unable to resist. And whatever hope I’d had of keeping things professional between the two of us had vanished as soon as I’d put my lips on hers.
But there was no doubt she wanted it as badly as I did. She kissed me right back, our lips melting into one another’s as I drew her close, our tongues dragging slowly over one another’s. She tasted as good as she looked, her chest heaving as I brought her deeper into the kiss.
My hands moved along her hips, over the soft material of her dress. April sighed through the kiss, her pleasure audible. The tension that had been building between us was near a release I was sure we’d both known had been coming.
I had to make sure, however. I was her boss, and there was a chance she was only going along with it because of the power at play, the pressure that came with it. I pulled my lips from hers, gazing deeply into those gorgeous, grass-green eyes.
“What?” she asked. “Why’d you stop?”
“Are we about to make a mistake?” I asked.
She chewed her lip gently, glancing down and to the side. My eyes, as if under their own control, went right to her breasts and held there for a moment before I came to my senses.
“It’s a mistake. But it’s one we both want to make.”
“No doubt about that.”
“But I want it. I want it so badly. And I know you do too.”
There was the answer I was looking for. We craved one another. Questions would have to be answered, however. What was going to happen next? What would we do in the morning?
But April, putting her lips to mine again, let me know she was just as eager to put those questions aside for the time being.
Nothing else to say. I kissed her again, this time my hand hiking up the hem of her dress and pulling it up, up, exposing her bare legs until I could see the peach-colored, lacy thong she wore underneath. I placed my palm on her thigh as we continued to kiss, squeezing the soft flesh.
I kissed her along her cheek, down to her jaw, and then to her neck. April continued to sigh, closing her eyes and smiling broadly as I covered her in kisses. As I did, I inched my hand up, drawing closer and closer to between her thighs.
“You wet for me?” I asked, my voice coming out in a low growl.
“So wet…so wet for you.”
My cock was already stiff in my tuxedo slacks, and her words managed to make it somehow harder. My prick strained against the fabric, and I knew the only thing that would satisfy me was to bury it into her tight, warm cunt.
I placed my hand between her legs, her pussy hot through the fabric of her thong. April sighed again in pleasure as I touched her, her thighs closing down tightly on my hand before releasing. Then I returned my lips to hers, kissing her endlessly before moving aside the fabric of her panties and dragging my fingers over her lips.
She was wet, her pussy almost hot to the touch. I teased her for a moment, a smile forming on my lips through our kiss.
“Oh God,” she moaned, grinding her hips into my hand. “Please…please.”
I knew what she wanted, what she was begging for. But I was in no hurry. We had the whole night ahead of us, and there wasn’t a single reason to rush.
I grazed the side of my fingers over her cunt, paying special attention to her clit. April brought her head forward, leaning it against my shoulder as I rubbed slow circles around her most sensitive spot. I took my time, letting her languish in the pleasure I could tell coursed through her body.
When I was finally ready, I slipped a pair of fingers inside of her. April let out a long moan as I penetrated her. Her pussy gripped me as I pressed inside, my fingers curling to hit her right in the G-spot.
“Just like that…don’t stop.”
I went in and out of her, April’s cunt slick and soft. The sounds of my fingers moving into her rose over the din of traffic outside of the car, and I kissed her again, long and deep. But she could barely focus on the kiss. Her hand was on the back of my head, and I opened my eyes to see her own stunning features in an expression of tight pleasure, her mouth open in a perfect “O.”
I continued to finger her, April’s hand traveling down below my waist and rubbing the head of my cock through my pants. It felt so fucking good—the woman knew exactly how to handle me. I was beyond eager to get her back into the house and under the sheets.