His Curvy Architect
Crossing my ankles at the back of his neck, I gave him a nod when I was ready. The moment my permission left my lips, his hips began moving. Pulling out of me, he quickly returned and moaned deeply. I could feel his chest vibrating against my legs. The hold on my legs tightened as he began to speed up.
Sliding in and out of me with ease, moans spilled from our lips as the sounds of our bodies meeting echoed in the room. At this point, I didn’t care who heard me. I was already so sensitive from earlier, I knew I wouldn’t last long the second round. All I could do was hope that I could survive through what he planned on putting me through.
What I could tell was that we both had a lot of pent-up sexual need for each other. This could take all night. I was sure he didn’t have a problem with that.
Feeling him slide in and out of me, I clung onto the desk the best I could as my body rocked with his. Coming around him, he continued to push inside of me as I rode out my orgasm. Letting my mouth hang open, moans spilled from my lips as he continued to push deeper inside of me.
His pace held west rhythm as I realized he was close as well. Trying my best not to submit to my own bliss, I hugged his manhood, milking him with each thrust. Enjoying the sounds he was making, he pushed harder into me with each movement. Once my name left his lips, he buried himself deep inside of me, twitching and groaning as he released.
We remain that way until we could both catch our breaths. After he pulled out of me, there was a new loneliness there. How could I feel so empty without him? Watching him gently set me down, I noticed the happiness on his face. It made my chest tighten. I was also scared.
I was definitely feeling something for this man. Feeling something dangerous that would only lead to trouble. As much as the sane part of my brain tried to convince me that this was a bad decision, I easily ignored it just from seeing Rhett react to this new upgrade to our relationship. Whatever this made us. I didn’t want to think too hard on it.
Right now, I just wanted to enjoy what we had going on. So when he came back for round two, I was definitely ready for him. For all I knew, the moment this night ended, so could this relationship. It all depended on how I felt by the end of it. By the way my heart was aching for him, I didn’t think my brain would be the winner of this war.
When we finally got around to getting dressed, I noticed he had an uncertain look in his eye. Did he regret what we had done? I didn’t have the guts to ask.
He was the first to clear his throat, his hand going to the back of his neck. Preparing myself for the worst, I was already ready to leave.
“Are you sure that you will come back? After experiencing that, I’m sure that I’m addicted. I don’t think I’d be able to survive days without you, Evelyn.” He sounded earnest, I knew he meant every word. “Two weeks without you were impossible to describe.”
That didn’t make it any less surprising though. I understood why he felt that and the thought of running away was still tempting. But that was only because he was my client and I struggled to cross that line, it wouldn’t be right. But now that I had gotten a taste of Rhett like this, how was I going to become not addicted like him? The job was almost done, soon I wouldn’t have to refer him as my client anymore. Once the job was over, I wanted him to refer me as his. “I don’t intend on going anywhere.” I told him truthfully as I pulled my dress back onto my shoulders. Running my hands down the front of my stomach, I tried to straighten out my appearance.
After what we just did, I was a mess. I just hoped nobody in his kitchen could tell or even worse could have heard. I didn’t think I’d be able to look any of them in the eye if that were the case. “I have to go, but I promise I’ll come back.”
He looked hesitant to let me go but reached me and just a moment just to give me one more longing kiss before letting me go. It left me feeling like I was walking on air before I left his office with a smile on my face.