Liquid pools between my legs, my breasts heavy, my body slowly moving against his hard length. I run my body up his shaft and pull back enough to reach between us where I position him at my entrance and slowly slide him in, all the while I watch his features.
His eyes roll back, his weight sagging into the headboard with his face masked in pleasure.
“Fuck,” he moans, the noise gruff and sensual in the back of his throat. “You’re so fucking tight, so fucking warm.”
“This mouth.” I shift closer and grab his lip between my teeth and bite gently. “So filthy.”
I pull up until I reach his tip, and sink back down, the pleasure makes me delirious. I lean back and repeat the motion, gyrating my hips as I sink up and down, in and out.
He watches me, his eyes hooded, his lip sucked between his teeth as he pulls in another breath.
“Did anyone tell you how stubborn you are, Mr Politician?” I ask as I raise until the tip is just there. And hold. “I’ve been called stubborn, but you’re as bad.”
I slam back down, and his hands grip my waist, holding me in position.
“See?” I grin. “Even now, you’re trying to take control.” I pull his hands off my hips, gripping them as I pull back up, and slam down again.
I increase the rhythm.
“Oh fuck,” he mutters.
I tilt my head back, my hands coming to my breasts and squeezing my nipples. “Your cock feels fucking amazing.”
His hand goes to my clit and his thumb presses down, his cock thrusting up and meeting me. “And yet you say I’ve got the filthy mouth.”
He rubs my clit, my slickness coating his thumb, the sound of our bodies hitting each other as I slam down and he slams up along with our heavy breathing, creating a heady atmosphere.
“Come for me, Cookie. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
“Oh God. Yes, just like that.”
But he moves, twisting me to my back. He puts my legs on each of his shoulders as he pulls me back onto his length, impaling me. He holds my arse up, and the angle is perfect.
“Better?” he asks.
I cry out, “Don’t stop.”
He grins and kisses my ankle as he fucks me with abandon. We’re both lost to the moment, lost to the pleasure, a slave to the pulsing round my body.
The rise of the orgasm builds in my core, exploding out through every limb. Frazzling every nerve ending.
“Owen,” I cry, my eyes squeezing shut as pleasure rips through me.
“Yes, Cookie. That’s it, baby.”
He shatters above me, his face turning into bliss, all frown lines disappearing, his muscles contract as he comes.
He falls onto me, both of us breathing heavily.
“I love your cock,” I mutter as he kisses my neck. I grip his arse in my hands. “And your arse. A politician shouldn’t be as hot as you.”
He chuckles against my skin, his breath warm.
“A bodyguard shouldn’t really sleep with her boss, it’s very cliché.”
“This is pro bono, remember?” I squeeze his butt.
He pulls back, grinning. And he holds himself there, his eyes searching mine, mine searching his. Everything that we need to say, we say in the looks that pass between us.
