Page 38 of A Foolish Work Flirtation

“Really?” I take the challenge and keep up the sensual onslaught with my tongue and fingers. When I feel her almost come, I hold back and let her get her bearings again.

“Don’t stop. Please.”

I breathe in her scent and barely touch her with my tongue. “I want to hear you scream my name.”

She lifts her pelvis. “Please, Alex.”

I pinch her nipple hard. “Promise me you’ll scream for me. That you’ll hold nothing back.”

“That’s so unfair. I’m so close.”

“Promise me, Immy.” I lick her gently.

“Okay. Yes, Alex.”

I spread her legs farther apart and lathe her clit forcefully with my tongue while I push two fingers in and out. My other hand finds her nipple and I flick my thumb across the sensitive tip.

As I hear her scream my name, I hold myself back from coming apart. I remove my fingers but keep gently sucking her to wring out each wave of pleasure cascading through her.

I kiss my way back up her body, over her flat abdomen to her breasts. Gently kissing each nipple, I move higher until I take her mouth with mine.

“I can’t move.”

“Good. I need to find some condoms.”

After locating my backpack, I find a few foil packets in an interior pocket and walk back to the main living room.

Lying down next to her, I take her in my arms. “You were amazing.”

She laughs. “No, you were amazing. I’ve always been quiet during sex. But you’re relentless.”

I kiss her mouth. “Hearing your pleasure is sexy as hell. I nearly joined you.”

She touches my chest, and I feel myself harden. I rip open a packet, and sheath myself. “Get on your hands and knees.”

Her eyes widen, but she complies. I won’t last if she touches me.

I touch her hips and say, “Spread your legs further for me.” Using my fingers, I gently rub her slick folds until she is panting.

“Do you like it rough?”

“I don’t know.”

I sink into her in one powerful thrust. She’s tight and wet. Holding her steady, I push into her again and again. She figures out my rhythm and moves to match it. I hold myself back from climaxing and seek that place deep inside of her that needs the tiniest friction.

When I hear her shout, “Yes,” I thrust deeply into her again, and spill everything.

It takes a full minute for my vision to clear, and then I gently extricate myself and remove the condom. “I’ll be right back.”

When I come back into the room, she is dressed. I ask, “Is everything okay?”

She smiles. “Yes, it felt odd to be here naked, so I got dressed. Mostly.”

I find my briefs and pull them on. “Do you want something to eat?”

She shrugs while avoiding eye contact. “Maybe.”

“Come here, Immy.” I hold out my hand.

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