“Fuck I hope someone got a good view of that with their morning coffee,” he says. He’s figured out how much that kind of talk turns me on, and he chuckles as I groan again. “Just imagine if I took off all your clothes and pressed you up against the glass, your nipples crushed against it while I fuck you.”
His hand moves over my body and squeezes my breast roughly, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he lines himself up.
“Will you let me fuck you bare?” his voice is like a low rumble of thunder. “I want to mark you inside and out, and then watch it run down your thighs.”
“Yes,” I whisper the word, my head bowed as he pushes into me.
He fucks me right there against the glass with the whole of New York below us.
I’m rocking against it, my eyes on the view as I feel the thickness of him pushing into my body, thrusting inside me.
“Fuck, it’s like a fucking… vice.”
His hands move over my breasts, and I moan as he unbuttons my shirt, squeezing them hard as I wonder if he’ll follow through on the fantasy. Will he push me up against the glass and use me like a slut for the whole city to see?
God, why does that turn me on so much?
Crawford isn’t rough today; in fact, the sex is almost tender. As he rocks into me, he massages my body, stroking my skin, groaning every time he’s fully seated. It’s different without a condom—sensual, addictive, and so good I can’t help grunting with every thrust.
“Touch yourself,” he says on a long groan, and I take one hand off the window, putting it between my legs as I begin torub my clit. I can feel myself clenching around his dick, and he groans long and agonized.
“I want you to come when I do, I want you to come all over my cock.”
I cry out as he starts to pound into me, fierce, vicious thrusts that make me wild until I feel my orgasm explode inside me, and he comes, hard, filling me up. I feel his cock pulsing into me, and it’s the most erotic feeling in the world.
He’s panting as he pulls me up to a standing position. His cock slides out of me as I groan again, and I wait for him to step away.
Instead, his arms come around me, and I freeze as my back is pulled against his chest. He hugs me to him, resting his chin gently against my hair.
After what feels like a small eternity, he pulls away, leaving me quietly reeling as I try to figure out what that embrace meant. I hurriedly straighten my clothes, pull up my panties, and creep out of the room.
But the memory of that moment lingers in my mind all morning as I sit at my desk. His hands holding me so gently, as if I were something precious to him.
After my third or fourth print run, I return to my desk and take a seat, only to suck in a sharp breath as I feel more evidence of what we have done trickle out of me. I thought I already took care of this in the bathroom earlier.
Glancing at the office beyond, I get up, heading to his private bathroom. Crawford gave me permission to use it whenever I need to, and I slip inside, thankful that I don’t have to make small talk with anyone.
I go into a stall, about to pull down my panties, when the door behind me opens and Crawford steps inside, closing it behind him.
“Spread your legs,” he says, muscling me back toward the toilet.
I do it without question, as he pushes his hands beneath my skirt, kneeling on the floor in front of me. Seeing this man on his knees is a thrill I wasn’t expecting.
“Wider, Amelia.”
I straddle the full width of the stall as he pushes up my skirt, groaning when he sees the sticky evidence of our time together.
“Fuck.” I let out a low cry as he pushes his index finger inside me. “Can you hear that?”
The wet, slick sounds are obscene in the silence around us as he swirls his fingers inside me.
“Fuck, I wanna come in you every day, just to watch this.”
He puts two fingers inside me, rising to his feet as his arms come around my lower back to support my weight. He covers my lips with his as his tongue pushes against mine at the same rhythm as his fingers. He works them into me so thoroughly that I’m squirming and writhing against him in seconds.
It’s quick, hard, and achingly good as he brings me to climax effortlessly, my sighs stifled as I push down against his fingers and feel the rush of heat as I come all over them.
He pulls back, pulling them free with a soft sigh.
