She mewls again, so impatient and frustrated, and my brain misfires because she’s bouncing herself back on me. I know I should stop her, I’m meant to be controlling this scene, I’m meant to be guiding her. But watching her use me like this, rubbing her needy cunt up and down my length, it’s fucking incredible.
Just let it happen, just for a minute. I keep my grip on her hips, holding her steady as she thrusts back again, and again. Her back is slick with sweat, and the sounds coming from her sweet lips have changed into something carnal and strained.
“Fuck,” she whimpers. “Fuck,fuck.” She moans, loudly, and with another choked half-sob, she shakes her head. “M-more, I need more.”
I hook a hand under her knee, pushing it up onto the desk, and she cries out at the depth of my intrusion. I reach around to press a hand to her lower stomach, which earns me a scream. The sound is like music, like some primal hymn that sets my blood on fire.
I fuck her hard, her pussy spasming around me as her orgasm builds. I pant against her neck, telling her she’s mine,mine,this pussy is mine,and she moans and screams,I’m yours, oh fuck, I’m yours, over and over.
She sucks in a breath, going quiet, her back tensing against my chest, and she tightens around me, so tight I see the fucking eyes of God himself. I press harder against her stomach, so she’s filled with me, so full she can’t breathe or speak or think, and then, she screams. Her thighs shake violently as her orgasm barrels through her, her stomach contracting under my hand. She’s hard and soft all at once, hot and spent and covered in sweat.
I groan into her hair, my cock twitching, the first hot stream of my orgasm exploding inside her. With a panicked, ragged breath, I pull out, and thrust my cock between the slick cheeks of her ass, my release pooling at the small of her back. She moans softly, shaking, aftershocks wracking her body, her head tipping back against my chest.
“Theo,” she whispers, and I curl my hand around her jaw, pressing kisses to her temple.
“I’m here, honey. You did so well.”
“It, oh god… It was… I needed it so bad.”
“I know you did.” I stroke her cheek, and she tries to stand up. “Wait, honey, I made a mess of you. Let me clean you up.” I yank open the drawer, but there’s nothing I can use. With a grunt, I grab my sweater, because who gives a fuck. I clean her off, and she slowly puts her trembling leg down on the ground.
“Theo,” she murmurs again, and turns around to face me. Her eyes are hooded, like she’s drunk herself, like we both just got high on all of this and now we’re both addicts. She wraps her arms around my neck, and kisses me, hot and sweet, her tongue stroking mine. I never want to let go. I could stay here forever.
“Come on, honey.” I scoop her up in my arms, and she gasps, holding on as I carry her out of the office and up the stairs.
“What are we doing?” She asks, her head falling against my chest again, and it feels like the most bittersweet feeling in the world, to have her pliant and trusting in my arms.
“Now, it’s time for aftercare.”
Amber is surprised when I wash her in the shower, lathering up every inch of her, washing her hair, rinsing her down until she’s fresh and clean. I rub lotion into her skin, taking special care with her tender ass. But she doesn’t complain. She lets me look after her, smiling softly every time I tell her how beautiful she is, how perfect, how heavenly.
With her hair wrapped in a towel, she flops down on the bed, completely naked. Within minutes, she’s asleep. I chuckle as I get dressed, and my stomach growls loudly, protesting at the lack of food I’ve consumed since this woman walked into my house and took over my life… Twenty-four hours ago. How has it only been 24 hours?
I consider waking her and insisting she eat too, but she looks so peaceful that I decide to leave her, and head downstairs alone.
My phone is flashing when I get to the kitchen. I pick it up to see a few messages from Laurie, one from a colleague at work, a few from my gym buddies asking where I am, and one from my older brother. Martin and I don’t talk as much as we should, but we were always close growing up. I open the message to see some pictures from his latest trip to Vietnam, and then a follow-up asking,You free to talk?
Suddenly, all I want to do is talk. I want to tell someone about the girl in my bed and the way she’s made me feel like myself for the first time in years. I obviously can't. But if I can just talk to someone about it, without telling them who it is…
Martin’s phone rings three times, and then there’s a deep, “Hello, little brother,” as he answers. “How are you?”
“Hey, I hope this is a good time.”
“Absolutely fine,” he replies. “Just sitting here enjoying the sunshine.”
“Sounds great.” I tap my fingertips along the countertop. “How are you?”
“I’m really good. Just got back yesterday.”
I stroll to the window, looking out at the rain that is falling heavier now, the sky dark and grey, making the yellow trees at the edge of my yard even more brilliant.
“I saw your pictures, looks like it was a great trip.”
“It was. I mean, the conference was boring, but they always are.” He lets out a short laugh. “Doctors, I swear, we’re the most boring group of people on the planet.”
“Engineers aren’t much better,” I reply, and turn to the fridge to take out a bottle of orange juice. “How’s Joanna?”
“She’s good, she’s down in Florida visiting her mother. Celebrating the all-clear from cancer.”
