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“I don’t want to fuck you for the first time in this office.” I half-whisper to her. Her eye lids still heavy with desire. “But I want to make you feel incredible. Do you trust me to do that? Do you trust me to make you come?”
Again, she doesn’t hesitate. “Yes, I want more.”
“Thank fucking god.”
I start to kiss her neck again, making her head tilt back so I can focus on this spot just below her ear that keeps making her whimper. I take control of her hips, pushing her down onto my thigh to encourage all her weight there, and then rock her slowly but firmly against my muscle. I can feel how warm and wet she is getting through the thin fabrics of our clothes. Her little moans continue, and my dick is all but busting out of my pants.
While she finds her rhythm against my leg, I reach my hands up the back of her sweater and feel the perspiration on her back as I wrap my body around hers and help her grind into me. With one hand left up the back of her shirt, to hold her in place, I use the other to cup her breast under her lacy bra and start to tease her nipple with a firm but slow rotation of my fingers. She whimpers into my mouth again and I envelope her in kisses. I move to the other breast to do the same, her large tits tailored for my palms.
Made for me and only me.
She’s coming undone and I can’t stop myself from needing more. Still kissing her, one arm still helping her stay up, I use the other hand to tease the band on her leggings before sliding my hand inside them, and then inside her panties. “Is this still okay?”
“Stop asking me that.” Got it.
The stretch allows me plenty of comfort to cup her pussy in my palm. I had no idea how much I appreciated leggings. “Sitback down on my hand.” She does, and I nearly come from how wet she is for me. “Now keep rocking.”
She rocks and grinds herself onto my hand, the heel of my palm pressing against her clit, creating delicious friction each time she moves. She is starting to lose what is left of her control, and my hand grows slicker. I slow her just long enough to slip two fingers inside of her, keeping the rest of my hand splayed around her, the heel of my palm still applying pressure to her clit. She is gasping as I start to coax the inside of her with my fingers.
Now I can feel her walls begin to tremble and tighten, my dick is pressed against her leg, her arms wrapped around my neck as we continue to lick and lap at each other while she gets closer and closer to the edge. When I can tell she can barely take anymore, my hand soaking, I press my thumb against her clit and make a couple slow circles. That’s all it takes. She is writhing in my lap, undulating on my fingers, burying her head into my shoulder as I hold her forcefully with my free arm, not allowing her to pull away from the intensity of her orgasm.
“Good girl,” I whisper into her ear, “ride it out, you are doing so well. You came so fucking perfectly for me.” She’s whining now, lost in her pleasure, she throws her hair back as she starts to come down, and I couldn’t look away if I wanted to. She’s so damn gorgeous in the messiness of the moment. I don’t know how I thought I could ever stay away from her, when she so clearly must be mine.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Marcy
I am ruined.
I never appreciated reading that expression in my romance books, but apparently that is because I had never experienced that moment. I get it now.
As I start to come down from the most intense orgasm of my life, and I hear the praises he is offering, all I can think is that I never want him to stop saying those things to me. How do I get him to whisper like that to me again? Do these thoughts still allow me to call myself a feminist?
My arousal is all over him, soaked through my leggings and onto his pants. His hand glistening with me, his mouth is swollen from our kisses, and he is the sexiest he has ever looked. He stares at me like he is seeing right into my thoughts and pushes my hair back behind my ears for me. He is breathing nearly as heavy as I am, and his jaw keeps clenching as he helps me adjust my clothing. He doesn’t let me out of his reach, kissing my cheeks, holding my waist, and burying his face in the crick of my neck. Inhaling me, inhaling us. I know, because I am doing the same, I don’t want to let him go.
“Are you okay?” His voice is gentle.
Am I? More importantly, did I just have the most erotic experience of my life in my place of employment?
“I am, more than okay actually.”
“You are so beautiful Marcy. This was the best meeting of my life.” We both start giggling and I finally pull myself away from him enough to grab some wet wipes out of my bag and try to clean his pants. My leggings are a mess but easily covered by my long sweater. “Stop, I can take care of my own pants. I never cared about them much but can now confirm that they are my favorite pair.” We start laughing again. He takes my hand, twisting my rings on my fingers as if they are now his own fidget toy.
“What are you thinking, Nick?” My thoughts are all over the place. I haven’t fully recovered from the pleasure that just rocked my sense of being, but as the fog starts to subside, my anxiety about our situation starts to resurface.
“I’m thinking I want to feel you come again, many more times in fact.” Kiss on my neck. “I’m thinking that I have never wanted someone so much that I allowed touching them to happen in my office, so that’s something.” Lick under my ear. “And I am thinking that I would really like to take you out to dinner tomorrow night, if you are free.” He is grinning at me in such a way this is almost shy, it’s adorable.
“Like a proper date you mean?”
“Yes, like a proper date Marcy. I am serious, you are different, this thing between us is different.” He pauses, staring at me intently. “Full transparency?” He asks hesitantly
“That would be appreciated.”
“I don’t know how to properly date you. I’m nervous. I have never tried to take my relationships beyond the first couple of dates, beyond the physical release. I want more with you though Marcy. I wanted more before you just fucked my hand in my office.” He gives me a wicked grin, “and I sure as hell want youmore now.” It’s another rare moment where he isn’t oozing that confidence. His guard is down, he’s letting me see the real him.
I can’t help but smile. “Okay, then let’s start with a real date. Not one where you pretend you want to be my friend.”
“Great, because I don’t think I tried to be your friend anyway.” He kisses me lightly
