One Kiss: An Office Romance

“Take off those panties,” I growl, “and let me see that pretty little pussy before you ride me.”

Her skirt is up around her waist, and her panties are already soaked, nearly see-through as she scrambles to get them off and kicks them free from her legs. Naked from the waist down, she's standing so close to me that I can literally feel the heat from her pussy as I reach for her.

“Oh my God, Sawyer,” she says my name in a short little burst of air as my fingers part her folds and my thumb brushes over her sensitive, throbbing clit.

She’s so fucking wet and ready that I can’t help but let one finger slip inside, loving the way she tightens around me. Another finger, and she’s moaning, reaching her hands until her perfectly manicured nails are scratching along the fabric of my shirt.

I'm not sure whether she's trying to pull me closer or just stand upright as I finger her faster. The sweet little noises she's making in the back of her throat are music to my ears, and I swear to God I could come right this minute just from watching her.

“Please, Sawyer,” her voice is small and breathless. “I need you inside me… please.”

“Get over here,” I demand, withdrawing my fingers and reaching down to stroke my cock as she straddles me again. I’ve never seen a sweeter, more beautiful fucking pussy in my life, and my cock twitches its approval as I line it up with her hot, welcoming entrance. “Ride me, Mia.”

She places her hands on my shoulders and gasps as I slide my cock inside her, thrusting and pulling her closer until I’m all the way in and she’s wrapped so tightly around me that it takes my breath away.

A needy little sound escapes her lips, and it just makes me thrust harder, sending her bouncing up and down on my lap like a rag doll.

I love every second of it. Love the way she loses herself in the moment. Love the way she lets me dominate her so completely, but also the way she owns it. She’s not content to just lie there and take it. She’s giving me a run for my money. She’s fucking me just as much as I’m fucking her.

And it. Is. Amazing.

“Just like that, Sawyer,” she pants, her voice quivering as she slams herself onto me. “Just like that… so… good…”

"Are you gonna come for me, baby?" I lean in and bury my face in her neck as she rides me, ready to let go of the orgasm that I've been holding in, loving the way it feels to bury myself inside her. "Are you ready to come with me?”

She’s nodding, or at least I think she is. Her body is writhing and rocking against me so hard that I can’t be sure. But I can only assume from the noises she’s making that she’s ready and that she wants it just as badly as I do.

“Yes, please,” she says, an urgency in her voice that wasn’t there just a moment ago. “Please. I want to come with you. Now. Please.”

It’s all I need to hear.

As if on command, my cock starts emptying, filling her before I can even think of pulling out. It just feels too good, too right.

She grips me and tightens herself around me, her own orgasm coursing through her and mingling with mine until she collapses against my chest, panting and whimpering and so fucking beautiful as I brush the hair from her face and kiss her forehead.

“So good, baby,” I whisper, still inside her as I run my hands down her back. “So perfect.”

"I want to stay just like this," she murmurs, and I'm not sure if she's talking about being in my arms or the arrangement we've worked out between us—the arrangement that isn't quite a relationship but is more than just sex.

Whichever it is that she means, I just nod my head. “We will, Mia. Whatever you want. Just like this.”

It was an easy promise to make because I want the same thing. I'm done trying to pretend that I can pull away from her. I'm just going to enjoy what we have now, for this moment.

For once in my life, I’m not going to think about what happens next.