“Me too.” I leaned back against the desk, spreading my legs slightly to let him take his fill. “Your turn,” I said, glancing at his bulge.
His pants and shoes quickly joined the pile of discarded clothes. When we came back together, we were sloppy and rough. Our bodies collided as our lust boiled over. No more waiting.
I loved every second of it. We kissed deeply as he explored my body, testing to see if I was ready. I wasveryready.
“Turn around,” he said in a stern voice.
Heat flooded me. I grew somehow languid and tense with anticipation at the same time. I did as he’d commanded. He came up behind me and pulled me close. The heat of his body encompassed me. His erection nudged at my bottom. I thought I might collapse against the desk.
“That night I massaged you, we were like this, remember that?” His hands rubbed knots from my shoulders as he spoke.
“I remember a little more clothing,” I whispered.
“Do you have any idea how hard,” he pushed himself between my legs, not entering me, just teasing, “it was for me to not touch you like this?”
I panted and let my head fall back on his shoulder. He palmed me and pulled gently, but not too gently, at my nipples.
“You wanted it too, didn’t you?”
I swallowed. “Yes.”
“You drive me crazy. You know that?”
“You pushed me so hard,” I groaned.
He was grinding against me, spreading my slickness around.
“Not nearly enough. Not even close. I want you so bad.”
I arched my back as he continued to tease. The action caused him to slip into me without warning. We both gasped. He pumped once. Twice. Then pulled out.
“Shit, sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to do that yet.”
“I don’t mind.” I reached down to touch myself. I was already so close.
He groaned as though in pain. He thrust one more time.
“Not like this.” He grabbed my wrist and brought my fingers to his mouth to suck on them. He hummed in pleasure as he did. “Turn around. I want to see your face when I make you come.”
I did as commanded. I was all about making choices in my life now. I was in command of who I was. But I’d be lying if I said being controlled by him wasn’t everything. He lifted me onto the desk, rolled on a condom, and slid back into me without another word.
We moaned as he dropped his forehead to mine. Our bodies thrust, mine matching his motion for motion.
His gaze held mine. “Come for me, Kim.”
“So. Close,” I panted.
He shifted and grabbed my thigh to lift it higher on his hip. Something about the angle worked. He pressed right where I needed him to. I came without warning, shocking us both.
I relaxed my fingernails from digging into his shoulders. I was wrong if I’d thought I would ever get enough of this man. This was only the beginning. Even now, as he pumped toward his own release, I felt myself reaching toward another peak. There was so much to do with him, so much to try and explore. Now that Pandora’s box had been opened, my curious mind was only too eager to explore the possibilities. He gripped both my knees and hefted them higher. I pressed back onto my palms to find balance. His muscles flexed and glinted with sweat as he rocked back and forth, picking up speed. He looked magnificent and took me over the edge a second time.
“Kim,” he called my name as he came. His head was thrown back, the tendons in his neck strained. Now that was an image I wanted rendered in marble.
It took a minute before he seemed to return to his body. His breaths eventually evened out as he lowered my legs gently and brought my upper body back to him. When he did, he cupped my face to drag a thumb over my bottom lip.
“That was amazing,” he said before kissing me deeply.
We broke the kiss but only to catch our breath.
