Whispered Curses

Instantly he froze. “You can't… Do this? Do you want me to stop?"

I shook my head, grinning as I pulled his lips back down to my breast. I almost laughed as I realized that was possibly the most aggressive thing I'd ever done while nearly naked in my life.

"No, don't stop. I can't believe the way you make me feel this sexy."

"You are ridiculously sexy," he said, kissing down my stomach to the edge of my panties. Hooking his thumbs in the sides, he slid them down slowly as I lifted my butt for him. Although I was sure nobody could see in the windows, I felt oddly exposed.

The way his hands ran up my inner thighs, such a gentle caress, made me fall back against the desk, trying to relax completely. Eric pulled his desk chair over, sitting down as he spread me wide, his breath light against my open pussy.

Then he gave me the sweetest, gentlest kiss, brushing his lips against my clit, then working lower. His fingers slid up my legs, finding my entrance and slowly slipping inside.

I could feel how slick I was already. My knees pressed against his shoulders, and I felt a shudder run through him as he felt how wet I was. His tongue wound in circles around my most delicate skin, as two fingers pulsed inside me.

Part of me couldn't believe this was happening. A much bigger part of me wanted to be Eric's dream girl.

My fingertips grazed his cheek, and I felt like I was melting under the intensity of his gaze. Those dark eyes felt like they were willing me to come on his tongue.

My hips began grinding, straining, as he increased his rhythm slowly. Every motion was so deliberate, so careful. My back began to arch, my head falling back as I squirmed across his desk.

A flash of realization hit me. He would be picturing this moment on his desk for years to come, while signing important contracts and doing critical research.

My release was coming closer and closer, until I could almost see it. Curling forward, I gripped Eric's hair, pulling his tongue against my clit harder. He absolutely grinned, flashing me a wink.

That pushed me over the edge completely as I tumbled into a full body muscle spasm of pure bliss. "Fuck, oh fuck yes," I whispered, panting from the waves of desire overtaking me.

From the look in his eyes, I didn't know who was more satisfied, Eric or me. The way he touched me so confidently made me desperate for more. A wave of adrenaline hit me, and I stood up carefully, grabbing him so that he stood up as well.

"What are you…"

"Pants off," I demanded. He laughed as he helped me strip him naked, then I pushed him back into his office chair. Dropping to my knees, I backed under the desk slightly.

"Don't tell

me that you haven't had this fantasy as well,” I giggled, pulling the chair toward me slightly, then running my hands along his thighs.

Gripping his shaft carefully, I leaned forward and got comfortable. Wow, even his dick was gorgeous. Placing the head of his thickness on my bottom lip, I looked up at him. "Isn't this what the hot president of the big important company deserves?" I said in a high pitched bimbo voice.

He grinned as my tongue darted out, lapping around the entire head. Then his eyes half-closed and he groaned as I pulled him deeper, sucking half of his length into my mouth.

"Holy fuck," he murmured. Gripping the base carefully with both hands, I stroked along his length with both my palms and my lips, experimenting to see how much pressure he liked. He seemed to prefer a light touch. He definitely enjoyed watching my eyes as he looked down. His blinking pattern became erratic, as his hips began to shift in the leather seat.

I never realized how powerful a blow job could be. I'd only done it twice before, and I was told that I was not very skilled. But every touch along Eric’s smooth, hard flesh seemed to excite him more.

Feeling him thicken and throb in my hands was making my pussy quiver. I needed to be filled. I needed him to take me. But more than that, I needed to satisfy my man. I wanted him to remember this forever.

Very gently he placed his hand at the back of my head, and I nodded eagerly. Without pushing, he guided me to move more quickly.

His eyes became wider as he stared at me, seeming incredulous. Moving faster, I pressed my lips more firmly, trying to milk every ounce of sensation from him.

"Eden," he choked, "Where… Oh fuck. Where do you want…"

I hoped that he could see my grin in my eyes, since my lips were stretched tight around his girth. Trying to relax my throat and breathe through my nose, I moaned, pulling him deeper. As he realized I was telling him that I intended to swallow, his fingers clenched in the back of my hair.

"Oh, fuck, baby," he grunted, then I tasted his salty-sweet release across my tongue and down my throat. I moaned loudly, as he seemed to enjoy the vibrations. Swallowing quickly, I lapped up every drop, amused by the way he stared at me with his mouth hanging open.

"Wow," he muttered, leaning back in his chair.

Smiling sweetly, I got up to sit in his lap. He was looking at me with the level of intensity one would expect if you'd just run into your favorite movie star.