He groaned into my pussy. The air whistled across my tender skin, causing an intense flutter of sensation. I pushed my back against the back of the chair and moaned. I could barely see him underneath the table, but I knew he must be rock hard. I unbuttoned my shirt and placed a hand against my chest, to try and hold in the loudest of my moans, which were threatening to become untamed.
Then, there was a knock at the door. Three short sharp raps. We froze. I pushed my palms into my chest as if I could shock myself into silence. I glanced down.
Under the desk, Forest withdrew and held a finger up to his lips, grinning impishly. We waited in complete stillness and silence, but no more signs of anyone came from outside the door.
Then Forest snatched my ankles and I fully shrieked. I giggled as he wrestled me under the desk, and he put his hand over my mouth as if we were being pursued and I needed to stay silent to avoid detection.
He looked over me in satisfaction, his hand clamped over my mouth. Tarot cards were everywhere. There was something unholy about it – I’d need to cleanse my deck afterwards. And something about that felt very, very naughty. My spine felt like jelly. My shirt was fully open, revealing the vulnerable soft flesh of my abdomen. The laughter from our hiding drained out of me.
When he released my mouth, I leaned into him, and placed my hand on his chest, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. “Fuck me.”
He nodded, serious and focused again now, too. The interruption was forgotten. I finished unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it open. Though he hid it well with his sensible work suits – that I’m sure cost a million dollars each – he had a fine, chiseled body underneath. I hadn’t expected it to be quite so godly. For a moment, I almost found it hard to breathe, it was like looking upon perfection.
And he was looking at me like the feeling was mutual. “Take yours off, too.”
I complied, while he fumbled in a drawer. His hand came out clutching a condom.
I threw my blazer to one side and stopped his wrist with my hand. “I’m on birth control. And a clean bill of health.”
He smiled coyly. “Very practical. For a tarot card reader.”
“Shut up. I want to feel you inside me.”
“I’m clean too. You’d better not get a premonition. From my... Ace of Wands.”
“Oh my god, please be quiet.”
“Are you comfortable?”
“Your carpet is very luxurious. And I have... padding.”
He growled in appreciation. “You do.”
Our banter faded once again as our mutual desire grew. I was fully exposed. I helped him out of his pants and boxers, which had been straining against his large, solid member.
I wrapped my legs around his lower back and guided him inside. But he didn’t need much guidance, and I was in no position to provide any instruction. As soon as the tip of his cock touched my slit, I shuddered and almost hit my head on the leg of the table. He caught me and guided me into a comfortable position, as he thrust in deep, and I moaned.
One strong arm held me in place while the other explored my torso, his hand wandering deftly over my chest and flicking my right nipple until I cried out. The feeling was already so intense.
Then the sensation exploded in all parts of me, rippling out from my core. I cried out in ecstasy, holding onto his shoulders, nails digging into the back of his neck. He watched with dark satisfaction as my thighs spasmed with orgasmic bliss that didn’t fade after the peak but continued to ebb and flow like a tide.
He thrust his pelvis back and forth, almost intuitively knowing the speed and strength I needed to keep me continually cumming, I wasn’t sure how many times by now, as they all blended into one incredible stream of pleasure.
He was getting out of breath now, too. “Look at you.” His voice was appreciative, and hungry. “Oh, fuck. You look so good, Ria.”
Hearing him say my name made the feeling somehow intensify. I called out his in response. “Forest – Forest...”
“Fuck. I’m about to – oh, fuck.” He groaned a long, animalistic moan as he emptied himself inside me.
His final strong thrusts pushed me over an edge I didn’t know I could be pushed over, and I cried out again in surprise and joy, as if I didn’t even know before that bodies could feel like this. The room spun around me. I could only see his body, and my body, joined in total delight.
Forest groaned one final time, satiated, and slowed. My pleasure continued to throb, even as he pulled slowly out, and replaced his cock with his hand, where he gently stroked until I too was finally satiated. Then he climbed off, breathily heavily, and rested next to me on the office’s carpeted floor.
I waited until the room stopped spinning and I was no longer spasming in ecstasy to gather my thoughts. But my thoughts were jumbled in an intense and happy way.
Next to me, Forest Brock was laughing, his back against his filing cabinet and one hand resting on his abdomen. I prepared to be offended, then realized this was a joyful, giddy laugh, the kind of emotion I’d never seen him express before, even muted.
Even still, I shot him a playful look. “What exactly are you laughing at?” My heavy breathing and subsequent difficulty speaking undermined the possibility of threat in my tone.