“What the hell?” I look down in shock to see that she’s bitten me through my pants.
“That’s for saying her name,” she says. “And for making me want to cry again.”
“Honey, no.” I haul her to her feet. “I don’t ever want to do that.”
“Then stop saying amazing things!”
“Okay.” I kiss her forehead. “Never again.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “Promise.” I kiss her mouth, but when I start to pull back, she chases my lips and deepens it, sliding her tongue against the seam of my lips until I open and accept her.
“Still lying,” she says when we reluctantly pull apart. “Your body’s so hot I want to weep. That’s on you.”
I start to laugh, but she’s dead serious. Her eyes glisten as she looks at my chest, and I have to press the heel of my hand against my cock to relieve the pressure of not being inside her right fucking now. She sees what I’m doing and licks her lips.
“No,” I tell her sternly. “The first time we have sex isn’t going to be in Sheila’s office.” But I surge forward and kiss her anyway. I even reach behind her and fiddle with the hook and zipper of her dress until I’ve got it partway undone.
“Definitely not,” she agrees, wriggling her arms free so the red sequins bunch at her waist and I can thumb her tight nipples through the lace of her bra. “I mean, we only paid ninety”—she gasps—“ninety dollars for the night.”
I’ve replaced my hands with my mouth, sucking her through the material, and she threads her fingers through my hair to pull me where she wants me.
“Bite them, Wy. Please,” she begs, so I do, nibbling and biting one nipple, then the other. I do it through the lace and then I tug the cups down and lose my fucking mind at seeing her naked tits topped by those pretty pink gumdrops for the first time.
“This is how I want to die.” I palm the sides of her breasts and push them together, lifting them to my mouth. “Cover me, smother me. Fuck, sweetheart.” I bury my face in all that soft, pillowy skin, then use my teeth and tongue to torture her until we’re both panting and desperate.
“Our first time’s not going to be in an office at the Oakwood,” she reminds me as she takes my hand and glides it all the way up the slit of her long skirt.
“Definitely not.” I catch the material and drag it up so the whole dress is bunched around her middle. She’s standing in front of me with her breasts out and her soaked panties on display.
“Definitely, definitely not.” Her devious little fingers find my waistband, then the hook and zipper keeping my cock in check inside my pants.
When she wraps her hand around me for the first time, I have to dig my nails into my palms to keep from spilling all over her, making this discussion about our first time moot.
“Slow. Fuck, baby, I need you to”—oh goddd—“go slow.”
My hand wraps around hers, slowing her pace but adding to the pressure, and we both groan at the sight of our fingers tangled together and gripping my dark, engorged length.
“Of course your dick is perfect, you monster.” She squeezes me as she strokes, and my hips buck involuntarily. “And I’m definitely not thinking about you stuffing that inside me right now, in this office.”
“Def…” I choke out as pleasure rockets through my veins. “Definitely not.”
She steers me around so I’m the one with my back against the door.
“And I’m definitely not walking over to my bag to get a condom.” She releases her hold on my cock and takes a step back, her eyes on my face. As if I’m going to fucking stop her when she walks to her tote bag and grabs a packet.
“Definitely wouldn’t want you to do that.” I let my head fall back against the door and shut my eyes, praying for the strength to not embarrass myself with the woman I’ve wanted since the moment I saw her. I don’t open them until she’s standing in front of me, rolling the latex down my length. Her expression’s all nervous excitement as she sneaks glances at me, and the instant I’m covered, I set out to erase the nervous from her face so only the excitement remains.
“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” I murmur as I maneuver her away from the door. I plan to pound into her so hard that motherfucker’s not likely to stay on its hinges.
We need a wall. A load-bearing one.
“Fuck, look at you,” I breathe. “This body. These tits. Your sweet face, CJ. That mouth.”
I press my thumb against her lower lip, working it inside until her tongue’s stroking me. At the same time, I pull her panties aside and slide my fingers between those thick fucking thighs so I can skate my other thumb over the slippery wetness of her pussy.
“How do you want to come?” I ask, slowing down to play with her clit. “On my hand? On my cock? Both?”
She scratches my sides as she grips me and pulls me closer.
“I told you already, I need you to fill me up.” She practically whines it; she’s so desperate, her hips rolling and her mouth wet and open. I didn’t think it was possible to get any harder, but here we are.
