“Sure, if that’s what you want to call it. Either way, until you take this step and are brave, I’m not going to let you come.”
“Graham,” she says, hips grinding back into me, taking me just a bit deeper, and I try not to let out a noise, any kind of sign that I’m tipping closer to the edge. “This is ridiculous. Just fuck me.”
“Hit send,” I say. I slide a hand down, gripping her inner thigh hard, in a way that will probably leave a small bruise in the morning. She whimpers, but it must be the motivation she needed to slide the mouse down and hit send.
“That’s my good girl,” I say in a growl, then reach up, slamming her laptop shut and pushing the computer away from us.
Without warning, I lift her, then slam in deep. Her legs are still hooked over mine, so she’s stretched over my lap and full of my cock. Her head flies back as she cries out, but it’s not until I put my hand between her legs and start to stroke her clit as I fuck her from beneath her that she comes, tightening like a vise and then screaming out my name as she comes in just moments. It’s glorious to hear, and even better to feel.
“Fuck!” she shouts, body quaking over mine as relieved moans leave her lips.
“Yeah, June. That’s it, Fuck, you feel so good, coming around my cock,” I grit out. I could come, too, but she deserves more than just one hard orgasm after that.
When she comes down from her high, she looks over her shoulder with hazy eyes and a smile.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” she murmurs. I grin, but don’t have the brainpower to speak. Instead, I shift us, putting an arm around her waist and standing with her still attached to me. Sliding the computer out of the way, I lay her belly on the table, my cock still planted in her.
“Oh my god, ah!” she moans as I pull back nearly entirely and slam in hard and deep. “Fuck!”
“Fuck yeah,” I groan, taking an ass cheek in each hand and gripping tight, using the hold to push and pull her on my throbbing cock. “Fuck yeah, June. God, you should see this.” She tightens around me as she moans into the table. “You’re gonna come again, aren’t you?”
“Fuck, yes, yes, yes!” she cries, her fingers white as she grips the edge of the table. Her legs are barely touching the floor as I pound in, each thrust pulling another moan from her lips. A hand slides up her back, leaving her hip, and wraps her dark hair around my fist, tugging back until she’s forced to look at me.
“Do you know how much you fucking turn me on? Everything you do, June, is absolute torture. So fucking smart, talented, and beautiful. Absolutely brilliant, the perfect woman for me.” She starts to mutter incoherently, and when I know I can’t hold it any longer, my hand moves from her hip, sliding down and around to strum her clit hard and fast, causing her to tighten instantly.
“That’s it, lady luck. God, you look so good like this, taking everything I give you. Do you like it?”
“Oh fuck, yes, I love it!” she shouts, sending me closer. “Fuck me, Graham. Come in me, please.”
“You first,” I order, then pinch her clit. Her entire body tenses as she follows my command, and I can’t hold back any longer, sinking in deep as she comes around me and filling her with my cum.
It’s the most erotic moment of my life, something that will be burned onto my brain for eternity, but somehow, instinctively, I already know we’re going to top it again and again for the rest of our lives.
She lies there, catching her breath, and I stay planted deep, not wanting to leave her warmth just yet. In a moment, I’ll slideout, carry her to her bed, and then get a cloth to clean her, but first I need to get the oxygen back into my brain. After a moment, she looks over her shoulder with a goofy smile on her lips.
“Who knew business proposals would turn you on so much?” she says.
My head falls back as a deep, free laugh fills the room.
TWENTY-NINE
“Oh, my fuckinggod,” June shouts, taking me deep as I fuck her, ass lifted into the air, back arched deeply, and face to the mattress. My fingers dig into her thick hips, denting the flesh there as I groan through gritted teeth. She moves, thrusting back into me, and I let go of my hold, watching her ass move, taking my cock, taking me how she wants me.
“Fuck, yeah,” I murmur, hands hovering as I watch her slap her ass against my thighs, taking me to the root each time. “You should see yourself, June. See how pretty you look fucking my cock like this.”
She tightens, as she always does when I talk to her during sex, and I bite back a moan, knowing I won’t last much longer.
“I need you to fucking get there, June,” I groan, lifting a hand and sliding it down to between her legs, rubbing at her clit fast and hard.
“Yes!” she shouts, then tightens one last time before her entire body stills, her head snaps back, and her body quakes beneath mine as she comes. I groan into her neck, slamming in deep and filling her as I come. Eventually, I slide out of her, pulling a tiny moan from her as I do, then roll to my back beside where she has collapsed.
“What was that for?” I ask in a heavy breath. Her lips are spread wide with a smile, and she lifts a shoulder in a half-shrug.
“Wanted to start your day off on the right foot, a little bit of good luck.”
“Yeah, I think that was definitely lucky,” I say with a laugh. “It would be even luckier if I could convince you to take a shower with me.” She gives a grin, wide and beaming, before shifting and sitting up, pressing her lips to mine.
“Your wish is my command,” she says softly. I lift an eyebrow, and she laughs, shaking her head. “I don’t think I can handle that again right now, but tonight, we can celebrate the perfect first day.”
