“We don’t have to—” she says, but my growl has her snapping her mouth shut. She was getting ready to bring reason into the mix again, and even though my conscience is telling me to listen up, it was apparently my dick that issued the growl that has her shutting up.
Um… yeah, okay. I’m going to listen to my dick.
Now, how do I want her?
Naked first.
I stand up and quickly take off her clothes, not taking any time to appreciate her surprised gasp. I push her so she’s splayed out across her desk. Her raven hair is fanned out and her green eyes sparkling. Her skin is so soft and I want to start there, but I really don’t have time. We’re in my law firm… my place of business. I need to get this done fast… get her out of my system really, and then be done with it.
My brain tells me to just pull my dick out and slam it home.
But my mouth waters with the thought of sinking my tongue into her first. Yeah… time is short, but there’s still enough to get her off. Remembering her cries of pleasure last weekend are like foreplay to me, so I’m going down.
Way down.
I pull her to the edge of the desk and throw her legs over my shoulders. I know my way around this part of a woman’s body—it’s my specialty so to speak. I don’t do a sweet seduction, but use my fingers to assuredly spread her apart and push my face into her. I’m rewarded with a very unladylike grunt from Mac.
God, she smells so good. Tastes so good. I’m absolutely drowning in her, yet I don’t ever want to come up for air. I give her the Matt Connover Special and hit her hard and fast. Not because I’m in rush to get my rocks off, but because I ne
ed to her hear cry out in pleasure again. I need to compare it to the other night, and make sure she’s still on board with me here. That she’s fully in.
Every once in a while, I pull my mouth away and say something extremely filthy to her.
I could suck on you all night.
I want you to come hard for me, baby.
Fuck, you taste divine.
She responds by moaning, then grabbing my hair and pushing my face harder into her pu**y as she grinds it against me.
I didn’t look at my watch when I started, but I doubt it takes me two minutes and then her entire body is quaking hard as she starts to come. Her legs clamp around my head so tight that my ears are ringing, but I keep my tongue going until I can wrench out every bit of pleasure possible.
And then some.
Yeah, when she shouts out—quite loud I will say—it’s sweet music to my ears. She loved the hell out of that but then again, so did I.
I pull away and stand up, dragging the back of my hand over my mouth to dry it off a bit. Mac is destroyed… her legs splayed apart, her chest heaving, her skin red from the chest up, which is a sure sign she had a Richter explosion. Damn… that is about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’m pretty confident there’s a good chance I’m going to explode the minute I get inside of her.
So I bite down hard on the inside of my cheek, and focus on the pain while I unzip my pants to free my cock. I line up, slam in, and then bite down harder on my cheek until I swear I can taste blood. After a few moments, I think I have it under control, at least to where I can last more than a minute, and I start moving inside of her.
Need my mouth on hers… need that tongue against mine.
“Need to kiss you,” I groan after thrusting hard into her and put my lips against hers.
“Yes,” she pants into my mouth.
“So f**king sexy,” I murmur in between kisses. Oh my God. She is so f**king sexy.
“You feel so good,” she moans.
“Could do this all day… all night. ”
“Word,” she sings out, and I blink at her.
Once.
Twice.
Did she just say “word”?
I quickly put my face down into the crook of her neck so I don’t start laughing. Not the kill-a-hard-on type of laugh, because I’m still hard as a rock… close to letting loose, so starting to swell a little bigger. But the kind of laugh that is utter amusement, and it’s a foreign feeling to me. In general, in particular.
I don’t laugh a lot.
I never laugh during sex.
But damn if she didn’t just hit my funny bone, while I’m trying to f**k her into a coma.
I find it stupidly charming.
Time bleeds nowhere, and I let myself get sucked into the warm cocoon of her body while I push in and out of her sweet heat. This could become addicting, which is a thought that terrifies me. But what if I could have her all the time? Why would I ever want to give this up?
I can feel Mac starting to tremble under me again, and I let loose a little bit faster. My orgasm starts racing up my spine, and f**k… we reach that perfect nirvana together, our bodies both stiffening in pleasure, and then shaking in ecstasy. I have the sudden and frivolous urge to whisper her name in reverence, but I keep my lips sealed tight. That would just be ludicrous.
We lay like that… me on top of her on top of her desk, for a few minutes. We don’t say a word.
When my heartbeat finally gets back under control, I ease out of her and hold a hand out so I can pull her up. She gingerly slides off the desk and looks at my se**n dripping down the inside of her legs. The sight of it is erotic and makes me want to beat my hands on my chest for some reason.
I reach for a box of tissues I threw down to the floor and take several out. Squatting down, I gently wipe the evidence of our lust from her legs, while one of her hands softly rests on my shoulder. It’s an intimate move on my part, and not something I’ve ever done for a woman before.