My dick stirred in my pants. Her anger always got that sort of rise out of me, and the jealousy that was flowing through my veins inspired me to take a step closer, and then another until I was directly in her face.
“That’s where you’re wrong,” I growled. “Everything having to do with you is my business.” The next thing I recall seeing is Chanel’s eyes double in size as I grabbed her face between my hands and pulled her mouth to mine. I felt her squirm for a few seconds in a weak attempt to break out of my grasp. If I’d felt any real resistance, I would’ve let her go, but within seconds she was melting into me and opening up, allowing my tongue entrance. When she did, it was as if my entire body sighed in relief.
My feet moved as I pushed Chanel’s body back against the closed door, our lips still interlocked. Her hands moved up my arms, past my biceps and up to my shoulders, gripping them, pulling me into her. I gladly obliged, leaning my body weight onto her even more.
Seconds later, I paused, needing to come up for air. I stared down into those big ass brown eyes that made my knees weak. How I could feel strong enough to take on a whole army and weak enough to succumb to even the most minor of pleas in the presence of this woman always confounded me. Right now, the only thing I needed was to be buried balls deep inside her, and the look Chanel was giving me said she needed the same thing.
She gasped when I crushed my lips to hers again and stooped low to pick her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. I carried her over to the desk, not caring about the papers and files that fell to the floor as I plopped her down. Chanel quickly recovered and began reaching for the hem of my button-down white shirt, pulling it out of my pants and ripping the buttons open. I would’ve laughed at her anxiousness if it wasn’t rivaled by my own. I eagerly pulled her blouse over her head, aided by the raising of her arms. Once her shirt was discarded, I quickly did away with demi bra she wore and unbuttoned her pants.
“Lean back,” I ordered, pushing her down by the shoulder, so her back was flat against the desk. I made quick work of stripping her of her pants and lace panties. As soon as her panties hit the floor, I spread Chanel’s legs and commenced to eating her middle as if it were Sunday dinner.
“Goddamn,” Chanel gasped while her hips bucked.
I gripped her at either side of her hips, pulling her into me, giving her no chance to move from my grasp as I continued to lap up all of her juices. I used my tongue to imprint my name all over that pussy once again. It’d been too fucking long since I’d been able to savor this taste and I wasn’t taking this shit lightly. Soon enough, I began feeling her legs tremble and her back arched off the desk, signaling her oncoming orgasm. To help her along, I inserted two fingers into her wetness, curling them to reach her G-spot. I felt her walls tighten around my fingers, followed by a gush of wetness on my tongue as she came. Her loud moans reminded me that my dick was nearly making a hole in my pants, pushing through, seeking its warm home.
I stood, pulling Chanel to my mouth allowing her to taste herself on my lips. Pulling back, I turned her around and bent her over the desk. My mouth watered at the sight of her plump ass bared for only me to see and savor. I unbuttoned and pulled down my pants, and within seconds sank my rock-hard member into her warm channel. We let out a chorus of sighs and moans. I took a second to adjust to being home again.
“Xavier, please,” Chanel begged. “I need you to move.” She tried to squirm, but that only earned her a slap on the ass. “Mmmm,” she moaned, and I finally moved, to both our relief.
“Ah, shit,” I grunted and tightened the hold I had on her hips right before I began hammering away at her pussy. In the distance, I heard more files, pens and other shit fall from the desk, but I was too far gone to care.
“Too...fucking...long,” I grunted each time I thrust inside her. “Throw it back, baby,” I encouraged. Chanel soon caught on to my rhythm and began throwing it back like a pro for every one of my down strokes. We were completely in sync, just like always, as if our bodies were made to be loved by one another’s. Still, needing more, I hooked my hand under her right knee and lifted it to the desk, exposing more of her to me, allowing me to sink even deeper.
“Oh, God!” Chanel yelled at the increased intensity of this position.
I wrapped my left arm around her upper body, pulling it to me, so her back met the front of my chest.
“This pussy is still mine,” I whispered in her ear before biting her earlobe.
“Mmmm,” came her response, but I took it as confirmation of my statement.
“I…I’m…” she panted, but couldn’t manage to get out the rest before her orgasm overtook her and rained juices all over my thrusting dick.
“Shit,” I growled as her muscles gripped the life out of my dick, causing my orgasm to crest. I tightened my hold on her and shook as my semen spurted inside of her. Tingles of pleasure started all the way from my toes only grew in intensity as they traveled up my body until it felt like they exploded out of the top of my head. When I came back to reality, I was still holding Chanel tightly, both of us now seated in the large office chair that’d been pushed aside earlier. We both panted, gasping for air and a return to our good senses.
“I don’t understand why it’s always like this with you,” Chanel stated and sighed, breaking up the sounds of our hard breathing.
I completely understood what she meant. Sex had always been enjoyable for me in the past. But what we did was beyond sex, beyond just making love or any of those other clichéd euphemisms used to describe it. With her, it was damn near life-altering every time. And though I’d missed much more than just the physical intimacy of this woman over the last month and a half, I couldn’t deny it was high on the list.
I pressed a kiss to the back of her now sweaty shoulder, and I buried my face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply to get the totality of her scent, or rather, my scent mixed with hers. It was my favorite.
“You can’t be serious,” she scoffed, and then squirmed in my lap.
I chuckled, knowing she was referring to the way my dick jumped, coming back to life, still embedded inside her. Sniffing her had begun to get me aroused again. I’d been backed up for more than a month, and now that she was back in my arms, my body couldn’t help itself.
“You know what type of effect you have on me,” I answered and nipped at her neck. I smiled at the soft moan she let out.
“I wasn’t on a date,” she conceded after a few moments of silence. Her head fell back on my shoulder. “He’s a client. He’s getting a divorce, and this was the only time he could meet this week.”
Something in my chest expanded and felt lighter at her explanation, and my arms tightened around her body. Deep down I probably knew it was a working dinner. Yes, I’d seen her laughing at his apparent jokes or flirtations, but she didn’t have that gleam in her eye the way she did when she looked at me. Her smile was courteous, but it didn’t brighten her entire face like when she smiled at me. I knew it wasn’t a date, but that didn’t mean seeing her with another man over a candlelight dinner, laughing and smiling didn’t set off my possessive streak, a streak I wasn’t even aware of until a few months ago, thanks to her.
“Come home with me.” It wasn’t a question, and I didn’t bother waiting for a response. I leaned over, picking up a few of our discarded clothing items and helped Chanel to put on her bra. She wiggled and stood up, letting out a soft groan when I slid completely out of her.
“Xavier...”
Damn, the way she said my name caused tingles to shoot through my stomach.
“You have to finish work and—”
