“What did you have in mind?” Jim was already undoing her shrug and pushing it off her shoulders, allowing him to move in and nuzzle her neck, obviously knowing exactly how she planned on cheering him up.
“Well, when we sext and you’re in meetings I often imagine being under your desk, but I didn’t realise it was glass.”
Groaning, Jim leaned back in his chair with a smile. “Glass or not that would definitely relax me.” He pulled her face to him and kissed her, stroking her lips before breaching them to find her tongue waiting to greet him. “But I thought it was your frustration we needed to resolve?” he asked once he’d released her mouth.
“We do, but I have missed you, lots.” She was already sliding down his lap, onto the floor beneath his desk where she made quick work of undoing his trousers. “This would be better with a solid desk, but I will make do.”
Once she had fully released him from the confines of his clothing, she wasted no time in greedily consuming him and somehow felt rewarded when she glanced up to find Jim’s head thrown back, clearly appreciative of her efforts. He gasped loudly as she became relentless in her need for him to climax at her hands and mouth as he always was for her to when their positions were reversed. Suddenly, she felt the burn in her scalp as she felt her hair being pulled tightly as though he was attempting to climb inside her. The feel of him flexing in her mouth and the trembling of his thighs coincided with him gripping her hair and scalp even tighter, telling her how close he was, encouraging her to pick up speed again.
“Fuck, Tasha, you need to stop, I—Oh God,” he groaned as she employed the use of her hand with her mouth until Jim was unable to hold back any longer, leaving her to swallow long and hard as he stilled.
Releasing him she looked up, smiling with a sense of pride at herachievement.
“You really are very greedy.” He was already on his feet, pulling her to stand before him. “I am indebted to you now and I don’t like to be left owing, so I think I should return the favour.”
“Very honourable,” she replied with a nervous nibble of her lip, the anticipation making her clench every muscle in her body.
“Take your panties off, baby.”
She lifted her dress until it gathered around her waist then pushed her underwear down and left them to sit on the floor. With a push up, she sat back on his desk and flinched at the coldness of the glass top against her skin. “It’s cold.” She giggled briefly until she saw he was kneeling down, making it quite clear what he intended to do.
“Honey, I can guarantee you will not be cold for long. In fact, the sight of your ass through my desk is seriously fucking hot.” He seemed to study her through the glass. “Now, lie back.” He was already pulling her forward so she was perfectly positioned for him to devour her, first with his lips and then his glorious tongue. She thought again that he really was an absolute genius. Her thoughts scattered at the sensation of two fingers sliding inside her, making her cry out incoherently.
“Ssh. You sure as hell don’t feel cold to me.” He blew across her delicate folds, the gentle breeze of his breath heightening her awareness and arousal as he circled her clitoris with his fingers, then his tongue.
She gulped so hard at the intensity of the sensations she almost choked. Tasha propped herself up slightly, arching her back off the desk to look down and watch him. She couldn’t believe just how erotic she found her current position; watching what he was doing to her and feeling the results of his actions, or was she feeling them in anticipation of what he was about to do.
“James.” She moaned loudly.
He looked up at her with a half-smile as he found her eyes focused on him, on them joined. “What are you doing?”
“Watching,” she groaned.
He grinned at her salaciously and returned his attention to pleasuring her, first with a stroke of his tongue along her whole length before honing in on her clit that he flicked, licked and circled. He repeated the movements, pausing to dip into her leaking core. Allowing his tongue to spread her arousal, Jim continued to excite Tasha further until she felt the familiar burning sensation building, causing her to moan and when she could hold back no more she wrapped her legs around his head and pulled him close as she fell apart.
Once calm, he pulled her legs from around him and drew her off the desk to settle in his lap and the floor where he buried his face in her hair.
“You really need to think about birth control, Tasha. I would really love to fuck you right here on my office floor.” He groaned as her eyes lit up, flickering with renewed desire. “But I don’t bring rubbers to work.”
She stretched up, a grin spread across her face at the second she pulled her bag down and opened it to reveal two condoms. Immediately, with no words uttered she ripped one of them open and began to put it over him.
“You really are perfect, honey.” Before the final word was out he had pinned her beneath him on the floor and made her whimper as he buried himself in her still swollen and sensitive folds.
They’d been lying on the floor together for a while when Jim broke the silence. “We should go and have lunch and then we are going shopping.”
“We could just go home, to bed.”
“We have already agreed this. We are going shopping for appropriate clothes. Then we will go home to bed.” He stood, pulling her up with him. “There is a bathroom over there if you want to use it.” He pointed to the door on the far side of the office.
“I think I should probably make some attempt to look as though I haven’t just been laid on your office floor.” Her grin as she glanced up at him seemed to suggest she might not want to disguise the evidence entirely
“I like your just laid look,” he replied, bending down to pass her the discarded pants off the floor.
With a small flush to her cheeks she accepted them and headed to the bathroom where she washed and redressed. She was just running her fingers through her hair when Jim appeared behind her, putting his chin on her shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her waist, cradling her.
“Just like it never happened.” he whispered, his grip on her tightening.
“Hardly,” she laughed. “I think I still look like I have just been well and truly shagged.”
