No one I’ve been with before really knew what they were doing down there, even with me trying to direct them. On the rare occasion I had an orgasm with someone else, I felt underwhelmed and could do better alone with a toy or my own fingers, so I haven’t bothered dating in years.
But Alex… He knows what he’s doing. He pays attention to how I react, what I like.
I thought people were exaggerating when they described orgasms as ‘mind-blowing,’ but they weren’t. My mind is officially blown.
Our eyes meet as he lifts his head slightly, his lips and beard glistening.
He’s so sexy covered in me.
“Best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted in my life.” His voice is deeper and huskier than normal. He trails a finger through the new wetness collecting between my thighs before slipping it inside me, stroking my G-spot. Then he brings his other hand up and pinches my clit, sending me over the edge again. His eyes don’t leave me as I come even harder than before. “And that’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen,” he says as I’m still catching my breath. A cocky smirk crosses his face as he brings his wet fingers up to his mouth and licks them clean.
My legs feel like jelly when I hop off the desk. I pull him up with me, but then drag his face down to mine. Tasting myself on his lips, on his tongue, turns me on so much. I reach for his belt again, and he doesn’t stop me this time. After unzipping his pants, I reach in and wrap my hand around his thick cock. His breath comes out as a hiss against my mouth. I stroke him a few times and rub the pre-cum that beads at the tip around the head of his cock before pushing his pants and boxers down over his hips and perfect ass. When I drop to my knees in front of him, his eyes darken.
“I’ve had fantasies about this, too,” I say, taking the tip of his dick in my mouth. I’ve never really enjoyed giving blow jobs before, but I’ve always known I would love giving Alex one. And I wasn’t wrong. Not in the least. His salty flavor explodes on my tongue, and I can’t believe I have waited so long to do this. I want to do this every damn day.
I lick him up and down, running my tongue around his head, and then thank god for my nonexistent gag reflex when Ideep-throat him. Alex’s fingers dig into my hair, my bun destroyed long ago, but he lets me set the pace. I pull back until only the tip remains in my mouth, then take all of him in again—over and over until I feel him tense.
“I’m going to come,” he warns as if he expects me to let him come anywhere but my mouth.
That’s not happening. I take him as deep as I can and hollow out my cheeks.
“Amelia!” he shouts, his voice raspy as he comes down my throat. I swallow every last drop, then lick his cock clean. He drags me to my feet, his mouth crashing into mine. Our tongues tangle and dance until we’re both breathless. “Perfect. You’re fucking perfect.” His forehead rests on mine as we pull air into our lungs. He lifts me and sets me on his desk again. His hands run down my thighs, and when he encounters the scar on the left one, he stills for a second, concern breaking into his gaze.
“It’s fine. I’m fine,” I insist.
I pull his tie from around his neck, then unbutton his shirt and push it off him and onto the floor. We kiss and touch, slowly working ourselves up again. His fingertips tease my clit at a pace that is delicious and maddening.
“So fucking wet,” he groans, his lips grazing my ear, sending pleasure through my praise-loving veins. “I’m going to fuck you on my desk like I’ve been wanting to do for a goddamned year.”
“Yes, please,” I beg.
“Let me grab a condom.”
“Can… Can we not use one? I’m on birth control and tested negative, and I just really want to feel you inside me.” I’ve never had sex without a condom before, but every time I’ve imagined this moment, it’s always been without one. But now I’m second-guessing myself. “We don’t have to. It’s fine,” I say, feeling awkward.
Alex kisses me, silencing my rambling. “I’m negative, too. And I want nothing more than to take you bare.” He notches the head of his cock in my pussy and gently starts sinking into me. I arch my back, pushing my hips forward and pulling him into me.
“Fuck,” he groans, dropping his face to the crook of my neck. “Don’t move for a second.”
He pulls out slightly, then fills me in one thrust. I gasp and dig my nails into his shoulders. He feels so good. So perfect. So fucking right. He pulls out again and slams back into me, the perfect combination of gentle and rough as he fucks me. He grunts and groans as he thrusts, the sounds fueling my building orgasm as much as his movements. I arch my back even more, and when his teeth graze and then bite down on my nipple, I start to see stars.
Then he stills deep inside me and rotates his hips.
“Oh fuck. Alex!”
He roars my name and his lips find mine as he comes with me. We’re panting and covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and I’ve never been happier. Or more satisfied.
We both groan as his cock slips from my pussy. He steps back slightly, his eyes trained where I feel his cum leaking out of me. Then he drags a finger through the mess and pushes it back in.
I gasp, and he smirks at me. “That belongs inside you, Amelia.”
Feeling brave and bratty, I grab his wrist and drag his hand up to my mouth before wrapping my lips around his glistening finger. Moaning at the taste of us, I suck it clean as he watches.
“God, I fucking love it when you’re sassy,” he growls before helping me down from the desk.
“You have expressly told me to watch my sassiness in meetings,” I remind him with a laugh as I start to search for my panties. I find them under the desk and pull them on, even though they’re soaked, to help keep his cum from running down my legs before tugging my skirt down.
Grabbing my bra, I fasten it and then pull on my shirt. I’m not ready for our night to end. I want our night to continue into the morning. I want to wake up in his arms.
