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He ran his hand down the inside of one thigh, then back up the line of the other. Her pelvis flexed up. Her eyes were filled with naughty humor, and it was so inviting. How could he resist? He reached between her thighs, his hand nestling in to cover the white cotton panties stretched over her pussy. He wanted it bare.
She moved her hips again, nudging up against him. He felt her heat, the fabric scuffing gently against the palm of his hand. He was hard as steel. He looped one finger over the line of her cotton panties, and pulled them off. His gaze swept over her.
"Dynamite," he whispered.
She whimpered, her face flushing.
He smiled. "You're pure dynamite, Suz," he repeated.
She blew him a kiss, giggling with pleasure. He had to love that. She was a total firecracker and yet she seemed so natural.
He looked down at her pussy, his eyes following the line of her body where it curved between her thighs.
She wriggled back on the sofa, whimpering when he brushed his fingers over her abdomen and down into her cleft, delving lower, feeling the soft, damp flesh of her pussy give way.
She swore aloud. Her face was flushed, her hair tousled and hanging over her face. "Get your cock out."
The quiet instruction lit the touch paper. Now, his body demanded. His cock thudded insistently. No turning back. He took a deep breath.
She growled when his erection sprang out from his jeans when he unzipped. He pulled it free, fisting the rigid shaft in front of her.
"Oh yes, I want it," she whispered, glancing from his erection to his face and back. Her hand stroked over its length. "Fuck me with your glorious cock, Nathan, right here."
Her words pumped through him, making him fiercely proud. His cock twitched in response to her eyes on it.
She moved, her body opening towards him.
"Turn around," he whispered.
The smile she gave him at that moment was blatantly naughty. "What?"
"You heard. Turn over and give me a look at that beautiful arse of yours, quickly."
He could see she loved the idea, but she moved slowly, turning to kneel, looking back over her shoulder at him, her lips slightly parted in anticipation. She was teasing him to the max, aware of his urgent state.
His gaze passed down from her face and the tumble of curls that framed it, down the niche of her waist, to her heart shaped bottom. Her knees were pushed into the leather, her thighs angled for balance. Her hips swayed.
Nathan swallowed. "Lean over the back of the sofa," he whispered, his hand sliding on his cock. She had barely leaned over the back of the sofa, and he had donned a condom and knelt down behind her, between her open legs. He lifted her body around the waist to haul her hips back against him. His fingers traced the inside of her thighs, the shaft of his erection hard between her open legs.
It was her turn to be teased. He nudged the swollen head of his cock back and forth between the soft damp folds of her pussy and clit, lifting her body to access her.
She squirmed and gasped, her arms out against the back of the sofa. He increased the pressure and speed, one hand on her hip to steady himself.
"Oh god, Nathan, I'm going to come." She began to shudder.
He continued the assault, stemming his own interest with a thumb and forefinger locked at the base of his cock, watching as her body wriggled and lurched. Her body arched and she moaned when she came.
He pinned her body down with his hands on her shoulders.
He was so close to losing it. He eased inside her, his blood pounding inside hers. Her hips were angled to take him in, her flesh melting onto his cock.
"Your pussy is hot as hell," he whispered, and eased deeper.
Suzanne cried out, her head falling back. He leaned over her back, his arms around her waist, holding her locked into place. He moved his face into the curve of her neck, his mouth sinking against her skin. She felt so good, she smelled so good. Each thrust made him crave more.
"Oh this is so wrong," she said, driving back onto him, "doing it in the boss's office—I'm so bad."
"You surely are." He squeezed her buttocks in his hand, giving her an occasional slap as she met his movements, matched each rhythm.
