“Why?”
Her voice comes off breathy and desperate, but still…
“Because I want them on me when I am balls deep inside you.”
I draw her up till she is sitting up and drive in her so hard that a slapping sound fills the entire room. Her gasp is a good enough reward, but I want more. So, I draw her back again and slam her down hard.
This time she actually lets out a small scream, but it is not enough for me. Still I draw her back again by the waist and slam her down. Then I do it again, and again, and again until her screams fill the entire room.
She. Is. Mine.
She. Is. Mine.
“You. Are. Mine.”
“I am yours,” she screams, and I realize that I have said it out loud.
She is mine?
She is mine.
I slide her off me, turn her around and bend her over the set of drawers. When I surge inside her, we both moan at the feeling.
She feels like a hot silken glove that is squeezing around me and I love that more than I can tell her. Her fingers grip the sides tighter and she bends down, laying her cheek on the wooden surface like she is bracing herself. I swallow hard.
“Hard?”
“Show me.”
I draw back and surge inside her, snatching her back to me till I bottom out inside her. Then because I can, I do it again, and again, and again until we almost feel like one, moving against each other.
The way she moves against me after we establish a pattern makes it feel like we are dancing the most pleasurable dance in the world. The way we move together makes me think she was made just for me.
It doesn’t take long before she is making mewling sounds. I can tell she is desperate to cum, and so am I.
I reach around her to rub my index finger on her clit while we move against each other. The first thrust, the second, and she cums on the third. Her muscles ripple and squeeze me so hard that I have no choice but to cum for her. Pouring myself deep inside her.
It takes us a while to finally peel ourselves off each other enough to get a shower, but even there we can’t stop touching each other. We wash each other, making jokes about how we usually are in the office and how we never thought we would be in a shower together.
We are acting like a couple already and I feel like a selfish bastard because I don’t want this quarantine to end.
I want the pandemic to be over, but what if I lose her?
What if there is a timeline on this thing and we are forced to be professional with each other again?
There isn’t a no fraternizing policy in our company, but it goes without saying that we would be frowned upon.
I don’t care about that, but how will Anna feel about it?
Fuck me, but I need more time.
After we get dressed, she drags me by the hand into the kitchen and she sets about cooking pasta and sauce, giving me the task of helping her like it is the most natural thing in the world. It isn’t five-star restaurant good, but we eat it like it is, in the dining room, settling in like it is natural. We even discuss the acquisition and the advantages of retaining some of the employees while we are eating, as well as whose strengths are needed in the company.
She is smart.
She is beautiful.
And she is my equal in the bed and in the office.
She feels like a missing link in my life, the more I spend time with her. That is why after we have worked till midnight, I drag her to my bed instead of letting her go to the guest room.
Because I have slept alone, and it isn’t anywhere as comforting as sleeping with Anna in my arms. That is a good feeling. But what is even better is that she comes with me, laughing and teasing, but never protesting.
Chapter Seven – Anna
It has been three weeks since I came to Liam’s house and every moment has been wonderful. Four more days and we hit the fourth week together.
Over time, we seem to have fallen into a routine that involves lots of sex in the morning, a shower, cooking together, then work. Of course there are times we break all the rules, like last night when we worked all night, slept in the morning, then spent the rest of the day eating leftovers and watching a rerun marathon of How I Met Your Mother. Although before season two was over, we were going at each other like teenage children on the couch.
I blush, looking at our desk, because the memory of Liam stretching out my legs while he pounded me into it is still fresh in my mind. He said he wanted to see me bent over it and we ended up doing much more than that in positions that shouldn’t even be legal.