“Yes. I mean, no. That is, I’m not wearing any of those either.”
I don’t quite catch all of his next remark, though the phrase ‘…sweet fucking distraction…’ is in there somewhere. He rolls up the front of my chocolate brown vest to latch his lips around my right nipple. He sucks hard, squeezing the hardening bud between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, at the same time taking the left one between his fingers to tug and twist it. His grip is firm, not quite painful, but bordering on that. My pussy starts to convulse and my already swelling clit scrapes against the thick seam in the inside of my jeans.
“I need to take these off. Too scratchy.”
“That’s the downside of your casual approach to working attire, babe. Maybe you should try not to squirm so much.”
Ah, he’s in one of his bossy moods, is he?Despite the discomfort I love it when he talks to me like this, stern, pretending to disapprove. Even his voice shifts, lowering to that perfectly modulated tone that melts my stomach and leaves me weak at the knees.
My pussy is gushing in a manner best described as decadent as I move to straddle him. His fingers and mouth continue to torment my pebbling nipples as I lean back against his desk. The keyboard of his abandoned laptop digs into my shoulders briefly before he reaches behind me to shove it away, leaving the surface clear for me to lie back.
Ewan releases my nipples long enough to hook his thumbs under the waistband of my vest and tug it up to enfold my head and my arms, now stretched out above me. He leaves the garment there and lowers me back onto the desk. He issues no instructions, but I get the sense I’m expected to stay put, my head covered by my disarranged vest and my arms effectively immobilised.
“Ewan…?” My voice is just a little anxious. I know full well what Ewan is capable of, though never with me. Yet.
“Shh, love. Nothing you won’t like, I promise.”
His word is good enough for me. I allow him tomanoeuvre me further back onto the desk until my bum is balanced on the edge. I think he must be standing, though I can’t see through the dark cotton covering my face. He unfastens my jeans and slides them down my legs. I am naked to all intents and purposes, spread out on his desk like one of those site maps he’s so fond of perusing. I suspect I shall soon be receiving similarly close attention.
There’s a scraping sound. He’s moved his chair. Is he sitting again? I curl my lips inward around my teeth, determined not to say anything, striving to not express any of the nervousness I’m feeling. I can trust Ewan, I know I can.
“I have something for you.” His voice is soft, a gentle murmur.
“What is it?” I detect a breathiness in my voice. I wonder if Ewan hears it too.
“A toy. A nice one. Youwilllike it. First though, we need to prepare you to receive it.”
Right. I know what’s coming now, apart from me in due course. My body relaxes as he lifts my legs and spreads them, opening me wide. Despite having worked out the plot, I still jerk as his lips connect with my inner thigh, trailing a feathery path from knee to that little hollow where leg meets groin. There he stops, only to repeat the slow, tantalising caress on the other side. Again he ends his exploration just as my pussy quivers in eager expectation.
There’s a coolness, a whisper of air. He’s blowing on my clit. I groan, desperate for the touch of finger or tongue against that twitching, pulsing little peak.
“Are you alright, Faith?” His tone now is casual, conversational. Any moment now he’ll ask me to pass him his calculator. I let out an indignant squeal. I know he’s playing with me, he knows I love it. Christ, how much longer before he…?
“Aagh. Oh, my God, Ewan!” I shriek as he takes myclit between his finger and thumb and squeezes it hard. It hurts, but at the same time my pussy is spasming and drooling. I’m so wet I can feel the wetness beneath my buttocks, damp and slick.
“I have something here that will look so pretty inside your cunt. Shall we try it?”
“Yes. God, yes!” I’m thrusting my hips upwards, seeking some sort of contact, anything to relive this gnawing, empty ache deep within. I sigh in abject gratitude as he parts my labia, his touch slow and careful. Can’t he be rough with me? Just for once. I need this, need him so badly.
“I lubed this earlier, but you’re so fucking wet I don’t think I need have bothered. You are such a slut, Faith. One sexy little whore. Isn’t that so?”
He’s the one studying my sopping, swollen cunt. If he says I’m a slut, I daresay he’s right. Personally, I’m past caring. I just want something inside me. The bigger, the harder, the better.
Ewan does not disappoint. I arch my back, my mouth gaping open in the confining privacy of my vest as he slides something into my pussy. It’s cool, wide, smooth, my entrance stretches around it. He splays one palm, fingers open, across my lower abdomen as with the other hand he buries the dildo inside me, right to the hilt. I feel the slight bump as it nudges my cervix. Ewan knows too, and doesn’t press any further.
“You have such a tight little cunt, I thought you might appreciate this. Is it hurting you?”
I shake my head. I’m full, my inner walls straining around this hard, solid intrusion. But it feels good, offering satisfaction, a promise of intensity, and of challenge.
“Good. When you’ve had enough, tell me.”
“What? I’m not…” This is a new development. What does he know that I don’t?Lots, probably.
“This will be intense. Just say ‘enough.’ Or ‘stop’ if it gets too much for you. Okay?”
“Yes.” My reply is whispered as I place my trust in him.
I jerk, my own movement violent as vibrations erupt within my cunt. I was expecting this, but the reality is vivid, rich, an exquisite, throbbing brilliance buried deep inside my body. I groan, arching into the sensation.
