“I want to watch.”
“I want you to touch me,” I growl. “I need your hands on me. I need you to make me feel good.”
I’ve never been so needy in my life, and if I weren’t this horny, I’d laugh at how pathetic I sound. Because really, this is pathetic, but goddamn, this woman drives me insane.
“Please, sweetness. Please just make me come.” I don’t remember the last time I cried, but I feel this odd swirl of emotion lingering behind my eyes.
Seraphine moves toward me, and I let out a sigh of relief. I may die if she doesn’t touch me.
Leaning over me, she reaches down to grab my dick and slowly starts jerking me again. She bites my bottom lip, tugging on it before releasing it then coming backin for a kiss. It’s slow, heated, her tongue stroking mine. She moves her hand faster, my hips thrusting.
She moans into my mouth, and I’m a goner. My stomach muscles tense, my body giving in to the pleasure. The orgasm consumes me, my hot load spraying all over my chest and stomach. The relief is instant, and while I catch my breath, Seraphine drags her fingers through my cum, painting it all over my chest.
“Thank you,” I whisper, gasping for air. “Fuck, thank you.”
I pull her to me, turning to lay her down on the table. I scoot the chair in and lap at her pussy like it’s a melting ice cream cone and we’re sitting under a hot tropical island sun. I tug on her nipples, massage her breasts, and finger her until she’s squirting all over me, mixing with the cum on my chest.
We shower, go to bed, and wake up the next morning to go to work.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Seraphine
I have been not-so-patiently waiting for Elliot’s next video meeting. He hasn’t had one since we started this little… well, whatever it is we’re doing. When I saw it on his schedule last week, the idea came to me immediately. Sitting at the chair in front of his desk, I pretend to busy myself with things as he gets on the call. Once he’s speaking to them, enthralled in what he’s doing, I get up and flick the lock on the door. When I turn, I press my back to it and find Elliot’s eyes on mine, already heated and full of need.
I move around the side of his desk that’s out of view of the camera and sit on the edge. Because I knew of this meeting ahead of time, I made sure to dress appropriately in a loose-fitting skirt that I can easily lift up. I do that, tucking the fabric of it into my mouth, and raising a brow at him. His gaze dips between my legs, swallowing hard.
“Yes, that’s right,” he says, face turned toward the camera but eyes on me.
He has earbuds in, so I don’t know what the other men or women are saying. I lift my leg and plant my foot flat on the desk, careful not to disturb anything. His hands clench the sides of the desk chair, reminding me of how he did the exact same thing the other night. The control he has is mind blowing, and so sexy. I could never hold out that long and control my body the way he does. I nearly fall into tears when he won’t let me come for minutes, never mind the way I stretch it out with him. I don’t mind begging him for it, but the way he begs me? God, there aren’t words…
I wore a white thong today, cotton not lace. He’s always making comments about me being so innocent, so I thought I would go with that theme today. His look doesn’t disappoint.
“The time frame needs to be pushed,” he says, glancing back at the computer screen. “If your client wants extra work we need more time. That’s common sense.”
His usual annoyed tone is heightened, no doubt worked up by what I’m doing. Internally, I am screaming with joy.
The thick outline of his dick runs down the inside of his leg, the grey slacks already tight to begin with. With an idea in mind, not sure how he’ll take it but knowing he’ll let me try, I lift the foot that’s still planted on the floor and press the ball of my foot—shoe on—to his dick.
He lets out a groan that he quickly disguises as a cough. I cover my smile with my hand.
I press harder, careful not to stab him with the heel of my shoe. I’m sure some men are into that, but it’s not quite the vibe I’m going for. Unless of course he wants me to do that, then I gladly will. I’ll try anything once for Elliot Caldwell.
Shifting on the seat, he leans back giving me more room to put pressure on his dick. He’s so hard, so big, that when it throbs, I feel it against my foot. This man drives me absolutely insane with his body and his need for me.
His gaze goes back to me, jaw set in frustration. I slip my panties aside and drag my finger up my slit and press down on my clit.
A growl sounds low in his chest, and I circle my clit, nice and slow and teasing.
I’m not sure what I want the outcome to be here. Do I want him to snap? To cancel mid meeting because heneedsto fuck me? Finish the meeting then fuck me? Put them on hold to fuck me? All options are wonderful. I’ll take any of them.
“No, that isn’t going to work for us. I don’t care what was said to you. It willnotwork.”
I’m aching for him to touch me now. To slide his cock deep inside me. Drop to his knees and suck on my clit so I can come all over his mouth. Sitting here, watching him be all growly with work while hard as a rock and wanting so badly to touch me… I’m so close already. And when his gaze flicks back to me, I take the opportunity to tell him so. I mouth the words, “I’m going to come.”
“No,” he grounds out. Blinking, he turns back to the screen. “Sorry. Yes, that’s correct. No, I was mistaken.”
I remove my foot from him, putting it back on the floor to steady myself and spread my legs wider for him to see. I feel myself dripping onto his desk. I’ve never gotten so wet like this before, but something about him has me soaked all the time.
