Page 54 of More Than Words

I pushed his head away from me, almost laughing at his confused expression. He was the most unkempt I’d ever seen him–hair a disaster. His tie flipped back over his shoulder and his lips and chin glistened with the evidence of how much he turned me on.

“You didn’t come yet. Why’d you want me to stop?” he whispered, his palm wrapping around the back of my thigh with his thumb stroking my skin affectionately.

“I want something else.”

He frowned,seeking but waited for me to elaborate. I just needed to build up the courage to ask for what I wanted.

“You. I want you.”

“You’ve got me, babe. I’m literally on my knees for you right now.” He smiled, clearly enjoying this interaction even though I’d basically cock-blocked myself, but I hoped not for long.

“I don’t want you on your knees…” I took a deep breath and finally asked for what I needed from him in a hushed voice. “I want you inside me. I need you to fuck me.”

“Fuck,” he growled, scooting closer and kissing the fronts of my thighs, his lips dragging over my skin. It felt so good to have him touch me, and I didn’t doubt he would’ve given me a satisfying orgasm with his mouth and fingers, but I wanted something else.

He slowly rose from his knees, drawing up the back of my skirt to cup the bare skin of my thighs while his nose dragged up the front of my blouse, his lips seeking out the skin of my neck while he pressed me into the door.

“Are you sure this is what you want? You want it like this?”

“Yes,” I panted while he squeezed my ass, pulling me in close so I could feel how hard he was beneath his suit pants.

“This isn’t how I imagined fucking you the first time.”

His growled confession into my neck should’ve been sweet, but I wanted it rough. And I wanted it now.

“Just fuck me,” I panted, my nails digging into the starched material of his shirt. “You told me to beg for it. I’m begging. You want me to be specific. I want you to shove your hard cock inside me and make me come all over it.”

“I don’t have a condom with me…” he whispered quietly into my skin, and I was glad I had been practical in my birth control selection, even though I rarely needed it.

“Doesn’t matter…” I knew it was being irresponsible, but he made me feel reckless.

“Is, come on,” he whined into my skin. “You know I want to. I think you can feel how much, but I can wait.”

“Fine.” I pushed on his shoulder, trying to wiggle out of his hold. “Nevermind, if you don’t want me…”

“It’s not that, but I want you to feel safe with me. Getting carried away and doing something reckless isn’t how I want this. Things are safe on my end to go bare, but…”

“I got tested after my last time, but it’s been a while.”

He smirked, his lips slowly caressing my cheek before he leaned back, his fingertips slowly tucking my wayward curls behind my ear, his gaze lingering on my mouth.

“Define awhile.”

His smile widened as I clenched my jaw, but it didn’t stop the gentle caresses of his hand on my neck. “A long time.”

“Time is subjective,” he whispered, attention firmly fixed on my face.

“A few years.”

His eyebrows rose, clearly startled by my confession. “Why?”

“Not everyone is sex obsessed, despite your commentary otherwise.”

“You clearly weren’t getting good sex,” he laughed, leaning in to dust a kiss on my lips, his slowly coaxing mine apart. It should have bothered me that his mouth had been between my legs a few minutes ago, but it didn’t, my tongue slowly pressing into his as he gently deepened the kiss. “I’d be happy to change that.”

When we broke apart, I was done waiting, knowing the longer we stayed in this room, the higher the risk of getting caught once people returned from lunch.

“Pull down your pants.”

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