Obsessively Yours (Joe & Ella 1)

I ran my hands down his chest to the front of his trousers to feel him.

“Well I missed this so I thought we could do something about that.”

“Am I your booty call?” He chuckled as he picked me up and I wrapped my arms and legs around him sighing.

He walked me over to the window ledge and pushed me against the cool glass.

“Not here Joe, anyone could see.” I tried to shimmy out of his hard grasp.

“The gardens are sealed off ready for landscaping this afternoon,” he wiggled his eye brows cheekily and I smiled. I liked this more playful Joe. It didn’t come out very often but when it did I knew I was in for some fun.

He rolled my dress up and nuzzled my neck.

“I love that you always wear dresses for me. Easier access.”

I leaned my head back against the glass as he palmed my breasts and rubbed his hips into me in agonising circles that hit the spot.

“You…are a very welcome…..distraction today.” He gasped out between kisses and moved his head down my body licking a trail down my skin as he pulled my dress down so that it bunched up around my waist. “Down” he commanded indicating that he wanted me to stand, as he ran the fabric back over my hips and pulled it clean off.

“I like these knickers Joe, please don’t...” too late they were on the floor along with my dress. “I’ve got hardly any underwear left, you owe me Ace.”

“I’ll buy you replacements don’t worry, but don’t ever stop me from getting to you as fast as I need to.”

I grabbed his head to me and kissed him so hard it hurt my lips but I didn’t care, this man was totally blind siding me and I was falli

ng hard.

“You drive me crazy Ella, I feel like a man possessed. I can’t control myself when I’m around you.”

“Me neither” I grabbed his hips freeing him from the constraints of his trousers and boxers and he plunged into me as we both cried out. He stopped still holding himself inside me.

“This is gonna be a quick one Ella, I’m so on edge right now.”

He plunged deep into me pounding me hard and making me cry out and moan with the mix of pleasure and pain. My back was slipping up against the cold window as his thrusts pushed me up and up. I clung onto his shoulders to try to gain some leverage but we were both so frantic and sweaty I couldn’t get a grasp on him. I hung my head on his shoulder gasping in need and letting him guide me how he wanted me.

“Together” he barked.

“I’m so close” I whimpered, “Please Joe.”

He slammed into me with loud low grunts a few more times before crying, “Fuck now Ella.” I screamed, biting onto his shoulder and exploded, climaxing around him and losing all control over my body as he rode out his own release. I was delirious, I didn’t know what to do with myself.

He pulled me away from the window and turned me round so he was against the wall and I was clamped onto his body, then he slid down the wall and cradled me in his lap. We held each other as our breathing slowed and our shaking bodies calmed themselves.

“I’m so fucking glad I went to that bloody nightclub opening.” He announced out of the blue, “I wasn’t going to go you know, I hate clubs and crowds. But something forced me out that night.” He lifted my chin up to look at him, “This was meant to be Ella, you and me. We were meant to be.”

I nodded feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. I hugged him so hard I probably hurt him, but he didn’t complain. Who was I kidding, I wasn’t falling for him, I’d already fallen. I loved this man with all his moods and quirks and strange little ways. He was all mine and I would challenge anyone to try to take him off me. They wouldn’t win.

After an age of lying in each other’s arms, we reluctantly got up and made ourselves look half decent. He looked yummy in his black suit and dark blue tie his hair all wavy and falling on his forehead sexily. No doubt I looked a horrible mess of crazy hair, crumpled clothes and wearing that thoroughly fucked look on my face.

I grabbed my bag and the papers Frank had sent over and Joe held the door open for me, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. He held my hand tight as we made our way to his office and as he opened his door there stood Anna in all her bitch faced glory. A ridiculously skin tight and short white dress totally unsuitable for work on her skinny body. Her fake ass tits sticking out and her bloody model like long tanned legs on display.

I hated her with every fibre of my being. I bet she spent every day flaunting her fake tits in his face and bending over to try and get his attention on her bony ass. I wanted to drag her out of his office by her hair and kick her out the door. She pushed every one of my buttons and then some.

“Hi Elsa” she said with a sneer on her perfectly painted face. “What brings you out here to see us?”

“It’s Ella and I have some papers for Joe to sign.”

She put on that sickly sweet smile of hers and chirped, “Oh how sweet, but you could have used a courier, our Joe here is a busy man.”