Before her orgasm fades, I guide my cock to her entrance and glide inside her in one long hard move.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. I can feel you ready to come again.”
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” Taylor chants, clutching me to her as I piston my hips in a rough motion, rubbing her clit with my thumb.
“Not a fucking chance. You’re going to scream for me one more time. Take us both over the edge, baby.”
She slams her mouth over mine. It’s messy and hard and all teeth and tongues clashing. When I pinch her clit with one handand grip her ass in the other driving deeper into her wet heat, she shatters. Her walls clamp down on my cock and I come hard, fucking her in wild, deep strokes through our release.
I fall back into my desk chair, taking her with me, stroking her back and whispering lovingly as we come down. We’re both sweaty and her heart beats rapidly against my chest, matching the intense rhythm of my own.
“Do you think anyone heard us?” She grins looking up at me.
“If anyone was on this floor, they definitely heard you. You’re not quiet.”
“Neither are you.” She strokes my jaw before dropping her lips to mine in a kiss that has my cock waking up again, even though I just came five minutes ago and I’m still inside her.
“Are you okay?” I ask, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.
“Oh, I’m fucking perfect. That was hot as hell, and I want to do it again.”
“You do, do you?”
“Again.” Kiss. “And again.” Kiss. “And again.” Kiss.
“Happy to help with that. Let’s get you cleaned up.” I help her stand and watch as my cum drips out of her. I’ve never considered myself to be someone that had a kink like that, but the possessiveness I feel of seeing her full of me has me feeling a certain kind of way. We haven’t been careful, and she told me about the infertility issues, but have we been a little too reckless having sex without a condom? Something we should probably talk about for the future. But babies or no babies, I know my future is Taylor, and that’s enough for me.
“I need a facial,” I say, leaning closer to the mirror to look at my face, noting my dry skin.
Grant steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around his hips. Water droplets cling to his skin and I want to lick them off despite thoroughly enjoying a shower together minutes ago. I’ve been insatiable since our romp in the office the other day.
“I’ll give you a facial, just get on your knees.”
I level him with a glare in the mirror. “I do love that kind, but you don’t have salmon sperm.”
“Pretty sure mine would work better.” He crowds me against the countertop, licking a stripe up my neck and nibbling at my ear. “What is this salmon sperm facial and why would you want that on your face?”
“It’s not the actual sperm. They extract the DNA into polynucleotides and combine it with other ingredients, but it’s good for anti-aging, boosts collagen, which helps with skin elasticity, and hydration.”
“You’re aging beautifully.” Grant wraps arms around me from behind and kisses back down to my shoulder.
“If you can tell I’m aging then it’s not working.”
He rolls his eyes. “You look the exact same as the first day I met you.”
“Much better.”
“How do you feel about a dateon Friday night?”
I shiver at the way his breath feathers across my neck. “I feel very good about that.”
“Yeah?”
“Absolutely. Friday night date night with my man? Sounds amazing.” I tilt my head back for a kiss, then extract myself to start getting ready for the day.
“Any requests?”
“Nothing fancy.”
