Matched

She looks in my eyes and I know she wants to protest or say ‘we can't do this’ or whatever she thinks has to be said. It doesn't have to be said. I already know all her excuses and reasons why we can't be a couple.

It's all bullshit.

This – this great fuck – this fantastic fuck – just means that we should be together.

And we will be. We are.

"You're mine," I say.

"But –"

I bend down and kiss into silence what I know will be her meek protests. I kiss her deeply, emotions welling up inside of me. Possession. Ownership. Lust.

We kiss like we both mean it and when I pull back, she's silent, not protesting, and I think that maybe she realizes that this is happening and there's no stopping it now.

I'm going to indulge myself in her body until she's so satiated from my mouth and my cock that she's almost drunk on it.

After our meeting at the Pentagon.

Then I come back to the present and look at the clock radio beside my bed.

Damn. We have exactly forty-five minutes to get dressed, go over the presentation, and drive to the Pentagon.

It'll be close.

"We better get ready," I say, kissing her breast, biting gently on her nipple. "As much as I'd like to make you come again, we have a contract to negotiate."

"We do," she says, smiling softly up at me.

My cock is still semi-erect and I could come again if we had time, but we don't.

"I don't want to pull out of you," I murmur against her neck, kissing her throat. "But I have to."

"You do," she replies and when I lean up, she's smiling, her eyes closed. She runs her hands through her hair and I know she's basking in the delicious after-effects of her two orgasms. "I don't know if my brain will work after what you did to me."

I laugh, and suck on her nipple once more, running my tongue around the hard areola. She squirms beneath me.

"Don't," she says in protest. "How will I be able to focus if I'm still aroused?"

"You'll have to deal," I say, grinning widely. "Maybe I better do the presentation today."

She opens her eyes. "Do you want to?"

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; "No," I say, and kiss her on the lips. "I want to watch you give it and remember how your face looks while you're coming on my cock."

"Probably ugly," she says with a laugh. "My eyes all screwed up, my jaw slack like I'm brain dead."

"Hardly," I say, and roll her over on top of me and smack her butt. "You could never be ugly. A woman in the throes of an orgasm is a thing of beauty."

"Oh, yeah?" She makes this wacky face that looks nothing like her during an orgasm and I can't help but laugh.

"I'm sure I look handsome and dashing when I'm coming."

"Oh, you do. You look like a raging bull."

I laugh again and then I stop and just look at her. "There's nothing else to compare. Seriously," I say, enjoying the way her hair falls over us. I imagine it draping over my body later as she sucks my cock. Which she is definitely going to do later, after our meeting. I'll reserve the room for another night so we can spend the entire night eating, fucking, and sucking ourselves into oblivion. "I could watch you coming forever."