“Take me to my bed,” I say between kisses.
I’d love for him to take me right here and now, but I love the thought of having him in my bed knowing it’ll smell like himand sex when he leaves. It’ll be a nice reminder, and maybe some comfort when I’m missing him.
With his hands under my thighs, very close to my ass, he stands, taking me with him. Before I know it, he’s putting me on the bed and climbing over me. I work at the buttons on his shirt, barely able to get them open. He sits back on his haunches, gripping it in the middle and tearing it wide before shucking it off. God, that was hot.
I sit up, working on his belt as he runs his fingers through my hair, looking down at me with so much lust in his eyes I can almost feel it. When his pants are undone, I shove them down eager to taste him now too. I wrap my hand around this thick shaft, and he groans, hand tightening in my hair.
“Let me taste you?” I say, looking up at him.
“You never have to ask, sweetness.”
Guiding my head to his dick, I lick up the tiny bead of precum resting at the tip. He hisses, urging his hips forward. Opening for him, he slides in, and I wrap my lips around his crown and suck.
“Your mouth is heaven.”
I take him deeper, then ease out. I do this over and over again until he’s so deep he hits the back of my throat and I’m gagging. “So good. That feels so goddamn good.”
His sounds of pleasure and words of praise have me going faster, taking more, wanting to do nothing but please him, no matter the cost to me. I gag over and over, and he seems to like it, so I don’t even care that it’s happening. I told him to bringme in here because I wanted him to fuck me, but now that he’s in my mouth, the taste of him is too much to give up. I don’t want to stop. The sounds he’s making, I want more of them. But I already knew that since the first day. The power this man gives me over him is addicting. I’m officially addicted to him and wanting more. How will I ever keep my hands to myself knowing this is how he sounds when my mouth is around him? Knowing it’ll be too easy to slip under his desk, free his dick, and suck him off at any point during the day. While he’s on a call, while he’s looking at reports, when someone comes to the door and asks him if he wants to go out for lunch that day.
Oh, the possibilities.
“S-stop,” he blurts out, pushing me away and panting. His eyes are squeezed shut, chest heaving.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, wiping my mouth of drool that’s dripped out.
“I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock before we go to work.” He smirks, and I lie down on my back.
“There are condoms in the drawer.”
He gets to his feet to open the drawer on the nightstand and pulls out the same box I had with me the other day.
“I hope you put these here for me.”
“Considering I don’t have a dick…” I bite on my lip to stop the smile.
Tearing one off the roll, he climbs back onto the bed, settling hisbody over me.
“I’m not fucking anyone else,” he rasps out, kissing along my jaw.
“Neither am I.”
“I won’t.”
“I won’t either,” I say breathless, knowing we’re making some sort of declaration to one another right now. Not quite a relationship but a promise.
Pushing off the bed, he gets the condom on and then he’s pushing inside me. He doesn’t ease his way in today, just slowly and carefully goes all the way in. He’s big and it’s still tight, making me feel so full.
“You feel so good inside me,” I tell him, hands clawing up his back.
“You take me so well, sweetness.”
I want him to go faster, but he takes his time with me this morning. Deep, slow thrusts that have my toes curling and me begging for me.
When he comes, it’s with a guttural groan and his face buried against my neck. We stay like that for a long moment, our sweat-slicked bodies stuck together, trying to catch our breaths. I expect him to get off the bed when he pulls out of me, but he settles between my legs again.
“You’re not allowed from this spot until you give me another orgasm.”
My gasp turns into a moan when he latches onto my clit, suckling on it gently.
