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Ugh, she was far too dressed. Even with me inside of her, I needed to see more of her. Feel more of her.
I pulled her back far enough from the copier that I would pull her stylish little knit shirt up and over her head. She ground back into me as I did, giggling slightly. We’d learned to slow down a bit in our three months together. To cherish, to savor, but it was still to easy to slip into our ravenous eagerness for each other.
“Touch me,” Bev moaned, reaching back for my hands once her shirt was gone. But I kept them out of her grip as I worked on her bra. It was one of her sturdier ones, with a solid six hook and eyes in the back. Always challenging me, my little assistant.
Finally, I had it off and tossed to the side and that was when a wicked idea came to me. A wonderful, silly, wicked idea.
Reaching past her, I lifted the lid of the copying machine. Normally that would cause it to stop its job, but I held my palm against the start button for ten seconds and that overrode that precaution, so it kept right on doing what it was doing even with the lid up.
“What are you-”
But then I was bending her over, pressing that perfect, wonderful front against the bed of the copier. The light flashed, and I heard another paper being printed.
“Fitz, you’ve got to be kidding,” she said breathlessly, laughing ever so slightly. And I loved that sound, so damn much.
“Hey, it’s something to remember the moment by,” I answered before diving into her.
She clamped down around me as usual, a long moan drawing out of her throat. I stayed there a moment even though she wriggled against me like she wanted me already moving, letting my hands caress her.
They started at her shoulder blades then traveled down her warm, soft back. I could feel her tired, taught muscles in her spine before they faded into other parts of her. I continued down her sides, squeezing, taking handfuls wherever I could, until finally both of my hands were on that perfect, heart shaped ass of hers.
“Daddy, if you don’t move right now, I might actually go insane,” she gasped, trying to rock back against me.
“Is that so sweetheart?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, guess I better move then. Can’t be ruining my favorite girl.”
I pulled back, only to thrust into her again and her resulting moan was just perfect. We went at it, skin on skin, pleasure on pleasure. My fingers big into her hips, her ass, finding purchase so I could pull her more solidly into me. But she never complained. No, as usual, she only begged for more.
It’d been far too long since we’d last tumbled, and the sight of her bent over the copier as it tried, and no doubt failed to scan her upper half was quickly getting to me. After perhaps only a couple of minutes of our frantic joining, I found myself reaching around her for that bundle of nerves that always saved the day.
When my fingers found it, it was swollen and slick and that made me throb like nothing else. Bev felt it, how could she not, and pressed back into me even more insistently.
“Give it to me, Daddy, please,” she whimpered.
She sounded so damn good when she whimpered.
“Are you gonna come for me? Right there on the copier?” I’d never been so mouthy in bed, but I wanted to hear her answer me. Prove that she was really there, and this wasn’t a fantasy. I wanted to hear her voice, even raspier from our actions, confess all the thing we could never say in polite company.
“Just touch me!”
I allowed myself a single bit of mirth at her desperate cry before my fingers did just that. They slid along either side of it, before rolling the bud between them and then she was crying out and locking around me so tightly that I couldn’t breathe.
“That’s it,” I crooned, so proud of her, so full of pleasure that I couldn’t even think. “Just like that, sweetheart.”
I picked up my pace at the same time, knowing that soon her legs would be shaking, and we would both be hit by the exhaustion we had been denying. Her body gripped me, not wanting me to move, but I thrust into her until I was toppling over that white-hot abyss too.
I came so hard that I saw stars, and then we were sliding down to the grown together, a sappy, sated mess.
I didn’t know what possessed me to speak. Sometimes with Bev it was like my mouth or other parts of my body were three steps ahead of my mind. Still, I knew it was true when my lips moved, and words slipped out.
