Executive Engagement

She wants me. She wants my cock.

And I want her.

There was something in that kiss that I had never experienced before. There was a real, genuine spark.

It’s not something that I can easily explain.

Nor is it something I want to find an explanation for.

It felt amazing.

She felt amazing.

And when I see her eyes look up into mine, I can tell that it was the same for her.

“You don’t want me to leave. You say the words, but you don’t mean them.”

“The fuck? I don’t!”

Her resolve fumbles for the first time in the night.

“Look me in the fucking eyes and tell me you didn’t feel something in that kiss. Tell me you don’t want to experience more.”

The gap between us closes.

I move slowly towards her. There’s this wave of palpable heat and want between us that I feel as I draw closer to her.

The way she looks at me tells me she feels it too.

Good.

I can feel my cock twitching against my thigh as it starts to grow rigid and firm.

She looks down, and her lips part at the sight of me.

“I have no interest in this—or you. I must be at work in a couple hours. I just want to go back to sleep and get whatever rest I can. So just call yourself a cab or an Uber and fucking leave.”

My hands reach out and take her hands in them.

The tip of my thick cock is glistening with precum and slides up against her stomach. A small trail of wetness leaving a streak on the silk fabric.

She trembles in my hands. Not out of fear, but of obvious desire.

“How about we just enjoy each other for this one night, and then you’ll never see me again?”

Our eyes meet as she looks up at me and she swallows hard.

“Never again?”

“Never,” I assure her as I nod in agreement.

Our words are barely whispers at this point as our lips draw each other in like magnets.

And when our lips meet again, it’s like tasting Christmas.

Her arms fly around my neck.

My hands grab her firmly by the ass and lift her up into my arms.