Unexpectedly Yours (Private Relations 3)

She was whimpering with each stroke of his tongue and he could feel her tightening and fluttering around his fingers. When he increased his pace slightly, he felt her hips working against his hand and mouth now as she sought her release. Curling his fingers upward slightly, he sucked her clit into his mouth and nipped it lightly with his teeth.

She clenched around him and cried out her release, rolling her hips as she came against his mouth. He continued to press his fingers rhythmically against her G-spot until she stopped whimpering. Looking up at Elle now, he could see her eyes were still closed and she was breathing heavily.

“Anytime you like,” she repeated as she opened her eyes to look at him.

“Noted,” he said with a grin.

He stood up and moved back, so she could slide off the desk. She glanced down at the erection straining against his zipper. Reaching out with a wicked gleam in her eye, she stroked her hand against it and asked, “Is that for me?”

Jim bit back a groan and mirrored her earlier words, saying, “Anytime you like.”

Elle grinned, then asked, “You wouldn’t happen to have a condom with you by chance?”

“I do,” Jim said, walking around to the other side of his desk. He slid open a drawer. Pulling a condom out of his wallet, he tossed them both on the desktop. As he circled back around the desk, he added, “Which is handy because I’d really like to be inside you as soon as possible.”

When he stood in front of her again, she slid her arms around his neck, bringing his mouth down to hers. With a soft groan, he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, enjoying the sensation of her tongue sliding against his. Eventually Elle pulled back from the kiss and said, “You’ve got way too many clothes on, Jim.”

He laughed and said, “Here. Let me,” as he unbuckled his belt. A few short moments later, he was naked from the waist down. Propping her back up on the desk, he quickly rolled on the protection and moved between her thighs.

Lining himself up at her entrance, he sank into her slowly. He groaned and said, “Fuck, Elle. You feel so good.”

He felt her wrap her legs around his waist. He could feel the heel of her shoe jamming into his hip but he didn’t care. He couldn’t look away. Elle’s back was arched and her eyes were closed. With every stroke, she whimpered and bit down on her lip. She was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen.

Reaching up, he ran his thumb along her lower lip and said, “Don’t bite your lip. No one can hear you except for me.”

He watched her face as her eyelids flickered open and she released her lip from between her teeth. Her mouth went slack now and her whimpering was slightly more pronounced. The combination of her heavy-lidded stare and the sexy noises she couldn’t stop herself from making, nearly pushed Jim over the edge.

He reached down between them and massaged her clit. He could feel the familiar tightening in his balls and knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. On a groan he said, “Fuck, baby. Come for me.”

As if she was just waiting for him to say so, he felt her clench around him with a cry. He immediately followed her over the edge, groaning her name.

When his brain was able to function again, he leaned forward and gave her a long, slow kiss, then slid out of her. He moved toward the private bathroom in his office to dispose of the condom. A moment later he moved back into the office in time to see her slide her panties back on.

When she straightened back up, he wrapped his arms around her and said, “I’m never going to be able to concentrate at my desk ever again.”

She laughed and said, “Oops?”

Picking his pants and boxer briefs up off the floor, he slid them back on. Eyeing the pants critically, he said, “Wow. These are really wrinkly now.”

Elle pointed to the bathroom door and asked, “Is that a bathroom?”

“Yeah, sorry,” he said, nodding.

When she came out of the bathroom a few minutes later she looked a little less like she’d just been thoroughly fucked on his desk. But only marginally so.

“Okay,” she said. “A little better anyway.”

He smiled and said, “I don’t know that I mentioned it but you look beautiful tonight.”

She grinned and said, “No. I look freshly fucked. There’s a difference.”

Tilting his head, he said, “C’mon. Let’s go. It’s almost nine. I’m starved.”

“Me too,” Elle said as she moved over to pick up her jacket and slide it on.

He watched as she snagged her purse off the couch. Wrapping his arm around her, they made their way out of his office.

Twenty minutes later they were seated at a small table in a Persian restaurant near Jim’s house. They had an order of cucumber and yogurt dip and warmed pita to snack on while they waited for their entrees.