Page 18 of Out of Office

He dropped his board shorts and divested himself of his tank top with equal expediency, uncovering more and more of his beautiful golden-brown skin, then stalked toward me with his heavy dick bobbing with each step, until he ended next to the bed. I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped, and I crossed my legs.

Now that’s what you bring to the table, but could I withstand such a gift?

Adrián chuckled and cupped himself, then ran his hand over his length again.

“Go ahead, touch it. You know you want to.” He taunted me, and I couldn’t believe his brazenness. Even better, I couldn’t believe how much I loved it.

With a dry mouth and trembling fingers, I hovered over his belly button, eliciting a groan from him. Warm, smooth flesh greeted me, and everything in me clenched as Adrián bobbed heavily in front of me. Attempting to alleviate my dry mouth, I licked my bottom lip.

Adrián’s desperate growl resounded in the room, startling me out of my lust-induced trance, and before I knew it, he bent over and captured my lips again, proving how wrong I was about the effects of a once-in-a-lifetime kiss.

Adrián’s beautiful body weighed me gently down on the mattress, his cologne enveloping me, and I shivered as his warm chest met mine, as our waists aligned together, and as his hand skated down between my legs to discover me wet and open for him.

“I wanted to take my time with you, but... I...”

This time I stole the kiss as his hands wandered all over my body, his fingers awakening something foreign and wondrous in me. I didn’t know it could be like this. I hadn’t known.

“I... How experienced are you?” he asked into my lips and I stiffened at the question.

“What do you mean?”

“I want to ensure I don’t go to the deep end too fast. Is there anything you don’t like doing?” What did he mean by that? Was there a long list of things that could be done, and should I know what to remove? I’d had flings and relationships in the past, but it was always similar experiences. I had a limited point of reference.

“Oh, well, just the regular stuff, you know. The regular stuff is just fine.”

Again, the rumble of his laughter made me high with endorphins, and the feel of his skin against mine grounded me. All it took was for us to be touching, and everything felt right.

“Okay, we will do the regular stuff for now...” He smirked and pressed his brawny frame over mine. I ogled as he touched himself, again wondering how I’d make this work, but I was determined to go down trying.

“Okay...” Regular stuff?

“I have condoms, and I tested after my last person, do—”

“It’s alright I’m on birth control, and as we have established, this is not something I do all the time, not since my last test. I’m...good without condoms if you are, okay?” I attempted to hide my face, but he didn’t let me.

“Okay, look at me, look at me, Preciosa. I know you’re nervous, but I promise I will make you feel good. I’m alright without condoms only if you are truly okay. Remember, best time of your life.”

Why did we have to talk so much? I needed him, even though I was way over my head with Adrián, but he silenced my thoughts when his hardness slid inside my core, and for the third time tonight, my breath seized in my lungs.

“Breathe, breathe,” Adrián coached me. Fuck, he stretched me so good. I took a breath, relaxing around his length. Already I felt full of him, his dangerous strokes shallow but oh so delicious.

Every time I thought he’d bottom out he gave another inch until I was panting, eyes closed, lost in the pleasure of Adrián’s body over mine. We’d been dancing the whole day straight to this inevitable end. An outburst of quivers spread through me, and even then I widened my legs to receive all of Adrián.

“Don’t close your eyes. Stay with me, Genevieve,” Adrián ordered, and I moaned as he finally bottomed out.

Our gazes locked, Adrián’s heated one promising untold pleasure and ecstasy.

And then he proceeded to deliver.

His relentless but measured strokes drove me higher and higher. I writhed under Adrián, helpless to let him take over with his punishing pace. His stroke was perfection, his pubic bone hitting against mine, stimulating my clitoris for enhanced sensation.

“You feel so good, Preciosa...estás que chorreas. So fucking wet,” Adrián murmured in my ear, and damn, he activated the next level in my lust for him. I lifted my legs, wrapping them around Adrián’s hips, forcing a deep hiss out of him.

The move opened me up more to him, and his angle shifted slightly; soon, he was pressing against a bundle of pure pleasure. Every thrust galvanized me, and Adrián’s rhythm started losing any rhyme or reason as we both approached the end.

“Stay with me, Preciosa. I want you to come first,” Adrián urged, his stunning face twisted in pure concentration. His arms tensed up, and he swooped down to kiss me. Vibrations erupted inside me, from where we met to my chest, and the slip and slide of our tongues was the final nudge I needed to fall over the cliff.

“I...yes...yes,” I moaned as pure unadulterated ecstasy wracked through me. Chasing his loss of control, I grounded my hips against Adrián, the scent of sex and wet sheets overpowering in the room. Adrián came with a roar that shook the sliding door glass as he pulsed inside of me. The force of his orgasm caused me to come again, and I floated away in a cloud of desire, letting all the hang-ups of the day be gone.

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