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“Yes,” I offered, and hopped off the stool.
He walked me to the sink and helped me wash my hands. He was tense. We shared a silence. He showed me the strainer and asked me to help him sort out the thick wavy stripes from the straight ones.
“I once plastered macaroni on a board for school,” he said. “That day I got so pissed at how they did not stick that I just ate them and presented a plain white piece of wood.”
It was difficult to hold my laughter in. He joined me, and his laughter was infectious, setting me off more. We paused for a moment, stealing the string-thin tension and using it as an excuse to inch closer.
His breath was on my cheek, and his lips buried themselves inside mine. I let the spatula go and held onto his neck, pulled myself closer and lunged deeper into his warm salty and sweet mouth. His tongue woke me up and his hands, squeezing the life out of my breasts once more sizzled my hunger for pleasure. Hands on my waist he lifted me up and sat me on the counter. I parted my legs and hooked him by the ass, pulling him in.
“Caleb,” I moaned.
He felt like lightning. Every move, every shudder of muscle, every breath and slip of the lip over my own was a jolt that shot straight between my legs. I pushed against him and he pushed back. The clothes between us were a hindrance, one we wanted to shed immediately. I chose to go down with the jeans first, sliding down to the floor and kneeling before him. He grabbed onto my head with both hands as I stripped away his black boxers and licked his hardening rod.
It tasted coconut-y with a hint of musk, his musk. I pushed the tip down my tongue and grazed its soft wet flesh. He moaned and tightened his grip around my temples in response.
I was doing it right.
I smacked it between my cheeks and slurped it out, making it wet. My knees got comfortable pushing against his socks, and I sucked deeper. The flesh hardened and throbbed with each slurp, and the hole at his tip dripped a salty tang. I pushed it all in, further in that my throat and chocked. I could not breathe for a moment. His thumbs blocked my ears, and the sounds that I could feel were the mesh of my tongue, my saliva, his raging cock and the happy pre-cum oozing from it. I wanted to pay him back what he did for me in the field.
Soft balls slapped against my chin, and I raised my hands and fondled them. They were plushy and vulnerable, and I made my palm a haven for them. They grazed. They hardened. I could feel his body tighten. He was about to cum.
But to my surprise, he pulled me off and pulled me up to meet his lips. His were cool, soft and tantalizing.
He bent me over the counter and yanked my sweats off. “Such a naughty little assistant I have,” he muttered, “You’re just all kinds of trouble, aren’t you?”
I bit my lip. “Yes, sir,” I replied, my voice low and husky.
He let out a growl. “Didn’t I tell you not to call me that yet?” he asked.
“S-sorry,” I stammered.
“Maybe my naughty little assistant needs to be punished,” me murmured, running his palm over the curve of my bare ass.
I trembled in anticipation as he rolled a condom down the length of his shaft. I couldn’t believe I was really about to do this, with my boss of all people.
Three things happened in quick succession that made my body explode.
He spread my legs apart.
He landed a sharp, open-palm swat on my bare ass that stung and made me yelp.
He slid right into me.
I groaned painfully to the sudden intrusion. The pain scared me. It was new. I felt the tears sting the corners of my eyes at the in and out thrusts that got less painful and sweeter with each pound. His hands… his cock… Oh God, his cock. The technique was not to go deep, but to stab at the entrance of my hole and strike my G-Spot exactly as a dildo would. My body and soul were in his hands.
And when we came, it was in unison.
He stopped pounding after his cock stopped jutting seed inside of my womb. I felt him pull out. I heard him gasp. “You’re bleeding.”
His hands pulled me closer into his body. “It’s fine,” I assured him..
“Was this…did I just take your virginity?” He asked softly.
Shyly, I nodded.
“You should have told me,” he said, shocked.
“I did not know how you would take it.”
“That’s why… the field… you were just.” He sighed. “I can make it up to you.”
I looked up at him. Our eyes met.
