I tug at her hair to hold her head in place. She grunts with an equal mix of pleasure and pain.
Fuck, that sound is tempting.
But nothing is stopping this.
"On the table," I groan.
"You too." She climbs onto the conference table and scoots to the middle. Her eyes are on fire, this mix of confidence and pure need. "I need to feel your body against mine as I come." She slides her index and middle fingers into her mouth, wets them, and drags them down her torso. "I need to look you in the eyes as I scream your name."
Fuck. "Bella…"
She holds my gaze as she spreads her legs and brings her fingers to her clit.
Her eyelids flutter closed.
Her lips part with a sigh of pleasure.
She looks fucking beautiful wrecked with pleasure.
I watch her touch herself until she's at the edge. She's shaking and panting and groaning my name.
"You're coming on my cock," I growl.
She nods.
I press myself onto the table and place my body next to hers.
She looks up at me, her eyes filled with every ounce of trust in the world.
Every ounce of love in the world.
I plant my hands outside her shoulders and bring my body onto hers.
She shifts her hips. Her cunt strains against my cock.
One inch at a time, I enter her.
Fuck.
She sighs with relief. "Joel…" She wraps her arms around my chest. Her nails rake over my back. "I missed you."
"I missed you, angel." I kiss her hard as I fill her with deep, steady thrusts.
She feels like home.
I let go of my conscious thoughts as I drive into Bella. Her hips rock to meet mine. Her groans vibrate down my mouth.
Need flows from her to me.
From me to her.
We're fucking in the conference room of her office. She's still in her lingerie. Still in her heels.
But it's still so fucking romantic.
I groan into her mouth as I drive into her.
She's too good with her mouth. I'm almost there.