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"Noelle," I take her hands in mine, "look, you're scared and you're worried and that's fine. You're supposed to feel that way. Hell, I do too. But if I'm doing this, I want to do this with you."
She looks into my eyes and I see the moment I win. The moment she relents. And warmth fills me at knowing she is doing this with me.
Setting her shoulders, she says, “But we keep our feelings out of this, do you hear me? No falling in love. We can pretend for a while and see if it works, but the moment something changes, we are done."
Nodding, I say, "It works for me."
Finally, she lets out a breath and says, “Okay. Let’s do this.”
Smiling, I smoothen her hair. “All in?”
“All in.” She nods.
Taking up her hand, I tenderly kiss her knuckles. “Good girl.”
There’s a stirring within me as I gaze at her. Desire. Need. Protectiveness. I care about her. She is different somehow, I just wish I knew what it is about her that calls to me.
I kiss the top of her head. “I don’t like it when you worry, Noelle. Especially seeing that little frown. It ruins your beautiful face.”
Her lips quirk into a small, shy smile. “I can’t help it. Between planning an event and having to deal with a femme fatale that’s competing for your attention, it’s hard to stay cheerful.”
“Well,” I lean in and nibble on her left earlobe. “You don’t have to worry about that anymore. I’ll have everything sorted out for you. How’d you like that?”
Giggling, she encircles her arms around me and pulls my face to hers. “Very much. I’d like that very much.”
My lips caress her neck.
“As I understand it, that night was a one-time thing," she whispers. I can hear the want in her voice. Inside my head, a war is raging. Part of me wants to be tender, to be romantic and polite. But I hear it in her voice, see it in her eyes. She wants a repeat of last time.
“You have needs, I have needs, and there is no reason that we can’t help each other out, so maybe we need to reconsider that notion.” My mouth moves against her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind to linger on my neck. “Especially now that we are ‘dating’, I'm more than happy to help you with that."
Sliding my hand alongside her jaw until it’s resting in her hair again, I grip it hard and kiss her harder, until she's rubbing her body against mine. Her hand comes around to my lower back, pulling me in close to her and she cups the back of my head as we kiss. Her warm lips caress mine, and I grip her hair, clinging to her while our kiss grows hotter and more passionate.
Pulling away, I stroke her face and brush some of her lustrous hair out of her eyes. "On your knees."
Noelle blinks once, then blushes. She kicks off her heels and kneels at my feet. Her eyes are dilated with pure lust. Eagerly, she strokes my bulge, teasing her fingers over the curve. My cock pushes at my jeans to the point I swear the zipper is going to burst. She looks up at me with her large, beautiful eyes, her face still slightly pink, and puts her hands together on her lap.
"Ready?" I ask.
She swallows hard. "Mm-hmm."
“Free me.”
Slowly, she starts working her fingers on my belt buckle and the fly of my pants. Pushing down my boxer briefs, she smiles and runs her tongue over her lips, caught up in the moment, looking up at me as if she’s waiting for permission.
I nod, moving over and sitting on the desk, my legs spread. Noelle crawls to me, and after getting into position again, reaches out with her tongue, licking me slowly around the head while her hand slowly pumps my shaft. I groan softly, enjoying the wonderful tingle her tongue causes, the tip of her tongue going down to trace the veins of my cock. She's so amazing at this, finding all of those secret little places that leave me oozing precum, and sucking me off like a pro. It is heaven, plain and simple.
I let her have her fun for a bit, but soon I want more. Reaching down, I pull her up and yank the hem of her skirt up over her waist. Turning her around to face the desk, my hands go up inside her blouse to cup her breasts.
“Grab on to the other side of the desk.”
As she does what she is told, she moans softly and arches her back, spreading her upper body across my desk. She scoots her ass against me and parts her legs open. I push her panties to the side, and easing into her, I slowly grind against her, while rubbing her clit in a drawn-out tease that makes her scream in pleasure. I grab her hair and turn her head to the side. I want her to see who is giving her pleasure. Keeping my eyes fixed on hers, I slide my cock inside, working it in and out in slow, short thrusts. Without warning, I slam into her, pressing our bodies together hard. Once. Twice. Soon, I’m lost in a sea of sensations that leave me unable to control myself. I want to mark her. To own her. And I’m fast approaching the edge.
I’m shaking, flying apart now, and the only things keeping my soul inside my body are the insatiable greed that this woman has unlocked inside of me and the desire to make her feel the same pleasure that I do.
Leaning over without breaking stride, I bite her shoulder, marking her, as I fuck her harder and faster, just the way she likes it. The wayIlike it. She's rocking back and forth with the orgasmic pressure, moaning, begging for more.
Her body is so exquisite and everything in me is focused on the friction of our bodies moving together. “Noelle," I say, my voice hoarse. "You don't know what you do to me."
