So I did.
My orgasm ripped through me, and I did my best to keep moving for him, to help him get there, since he had already served up a great orgasm with his mouth.
Terry’s hands dug into my ass as he came. Stilling me with his hands, he captured my mouth in a deep kiss. One that made me moan.
“If you want to go for another round, you’re going to have to give me a minute or two.”
I giggled. “No, not looking for another round just yet.”
I laid my head on his shoulder, staying attached to him. I wasn’t ready to feel the loss of him just yet. I knew I was still going to feel him tonight and possibly tomorrow. The thought made me smile.
“I wish I would have kissed you a bit more during that,” he admitted when my eyes finally met his.
“I think you gave me some pretty good kisses.”
Terry chuckled. “I wasn’t talking about those kisses. I would have kissed your beautiful lips while you fucked the hell out of me.”
“It’s okay, I didn’t mind.” I gave him a quick kiss before adding, “I think I have to get up soon, before we really make a mess of my chair.”
“Oh, baby, it may be a little late for that. I can definitely feel your juices from earlier on this chair. It’s a good thing it’s leather,” he said, pinching my ass.
I yelped. “Either way, we should move.”
He nodded in agreement. I did my best to grab some tissues to clean myself before extracting my body from his.
We cleaned ourselves up in silence. Slowly, I put my thong and skirt back on while he did the same with his jeans.
“Do you want to grab dinner?” he asked as if it was the most natural thing in the world for us to be doing at this point.
I laughed at the weirdness of the comment. But it felt right. I wanted to get dinner and see him again and again.
“Yes, let’s do it,” I told him.
“That’s not what I was expecting you to say,” Terry admitted.
“Why is that?” I asked him. “We agreed last night: no more games. So let’s go get some dinner.”
Terry nodded. “I like the sound of that.”
I winked at him and gathered my things. “But you’re buying.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way, darlin’.”
Hand in hand, we left the office that now smelled like sex. I blushed when we passed the cleaning crew, wondering if they had heard us and if they would smell the sex we’d just had in my office.
“You looked a little guilty as we passed them,” Terry stated.
“Just wondering how much they might have heard,” I admitted.
“I’m sure they don’t mind. Besides, they work for you, right?”
“Well, technically, they work for the building manager,” I told him.
“Either way, it’s not their job to have an opinion of what or who you do in your office.” Terry leaned down and gave my lips a quick kiss. “Don’t overanalyze it, don’t overthink it. Just relax and enjoy it.”
“One of these times, I’m taking you in a bed,” I said in reply. “We can’t always fuck in my office.”
“Amen to that,” Terry said in return.
We headed out into the Los Angeles night in search of dinner. Together.