Say Yes, Senator

“Of course I am.”

“And there it is. His huge ego.”

“That’s not the only thing that is huge.”

My cheeks reddened. I remembered the last time we were under the sheets. I was still amazed at his skills in bed.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m thinking about, Merritt Dawson.”

His devilish smile grew big. “I know. But I want to hear it.”

I raised my eyebrow. “Oh, so you want to play that game?”

“I’m ready for it.”

“Are you, now?” I leaned against the table and ran my finger over the edge of my glass. I licked my lips and narrowed my gaze. “I’m thinking about you fucking me right on this table. Your fingers are deep in my pussy, and I’m so wet that I’m making a mess out of your table.”

His gaze was instantly darkened, his lips parting as his breathing grew faster. This was working.

“I grab your head and press it against my pussy. I’m so damn wet.” I moved my chair backward and spread my legs, bringing my hand underneath my dress and over my mound. I moaned when my fingers connected with my swollen lips over my panties, which were already wet from my juices. I threw my head backward and moaned, closing my eyes.

“I’m grinding against your face and I’m coming so hard that you can’t take it anymore. You—”

He interrupted me when he pulled me suddenly off the chair and into the air, bringing me to the table. He dropped me on the hard surface and smashed his lips against mine, grinding against me. He felt hot, just like my own body,

and I succumbed to our desire.

“I guess we won’t be eating more of your delicious food.”

“Fuck that now.” He didn’t let me reply, kissing me fervently again as his hand worked its way under my dress and undies. “I’m going to eat you.”

Well then, I was perfectly fine with skipping dinner.

15

Merritt

These last few days felt like a nightmare since I was stuck at work and couldn’t see Camilla. I was acting like a lovesick teenager because I was thinking about Camilla all the time. During meetings, sessions, important lunches and dinners with various congressmen… She was always on my mind.

We had been texting each other, but it wasn’t nearly enough. I kept wondering where she was, what she was doing, or who she was with. Then there were those jerks at my work who just couldn’t stop ogling at her. Seriously, half of them had wives or girlfriends, so what the fuck were they doing gawking at Camilla?

Those moments were the hardest since I couldn’t do anything to put them to their place and show them that she was mine. I couldn’t grab her, like I wanted, and kiss her right there, in the middle of the fucking hall where everyone could see us.

Instead, I had to be satisfied with keeping a low profile and late-night calls.

Tonight, I finally found some time to be with her, so when she appeared on my doorstep, I was overjoyed. A rush of euphoria spread through me, my body moving to meet hers before I could even process what was happening.

I was hard during the whole dinner. As she spoke about cooking, all I could think about was removing her clothes and burying myself into her to the hilt.

So when she started speaking about her fantasy, it was all I needed to completely lose control.

She licked her lips. Fuck me. That was so sexy.

“I’m thinking about you fucking me right on this table. Your fingers are deep in my pussy, and I’m so wet that I’m making a mess out of your table.”

I can’t believe this. My cock hardened beyond limits, threatening to explode without me even touching it.