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“Only because you’ve been a good girl.” Before she can say anything else, I run the tip of my tongue along her slit, her sweet arousal coating my tongue. And I want more. I lap at her juices like a starved man, flicking my tongue over her clit. Her moans and whimpers fill the room. It’s a sound I’ve come to very much enjoy. I probe her entrance, tongue fucking her like she asked. Her legs tremble beside my head, her breathing shallow as I suspect she’s about to come again. Her tied hands reach down, and her fingers comb through my hair before she grips my strands and holds tight while she rides out her first orgasm. Finally, her grip loosens, and I sit up and wipe her arousal off my face with the back of my hand.
“That was amazing. Why didn’t we do this earlier?” She looks up at me with hooded eyes.
“Just wait. I have something better for you.” I reach across the bed and tear into the box of condoms. I pull out a foil packet and rip it open, rolling the rubber down my thick cock and positioning myself between her thighs. With one hand, I grab the bow ties, stretching her arms above her head again, and use my other to guide my cock to her entrance. Slowly, I push into her, her body sucking me in. She releases another throaty moan. I pinch my eyes closed, loving the way I feel inside of her. Her core clenches around the intrusion, sending another jolt of pleasure through my body. “Fucking hell. Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my dick.” I slowly pump in and out of her, letting her body adjust to my size, but soon after, my speed picks up and I’m slamming into her. Her moans fill the room, mixed with the slapping of our bodies as they come together. After a few more thrusts, I’m pulling out. I tug on the bow ties forcing her to sit up. Her hair a wild mess as I stare into her hooded eyes.
“I’m going to flip you over so you’re on your knees. That okay?”
She nods and I press a kiss to her lips before rolling her over and positioning her on her knees, elbows resting on the bed. I grab the soft flesh of her hips and slam into her from behind. She releases a yelp of surprise before it quickly turns to a moan. I piston in and out of her, driving deep with each thrust. I reach around her and grab the bow ties and tug down so her cheek hits the comforter. Her round ass sticking up even higher causes my thrusts to go even deeper. My hand goes to her clit, my fingers rub in rhythmic strokes while I continue to pump in and out. A bead of sweat trickles down my back. A few moments later, I can feel her clench around me, body trembling as she moans out my name. Just then I feel a tingle in my lower back while my balls seize up and my orgasm takes over my body. I drive deeper with each thrust until I erupt, my orgasm filling the condom. My movements slow and eventually stop. While still inside her I reach around and release the bow tie that was linking her two hands together. When she’s free, she lifts herself up so she’s positioned on all fours. I slowly pull out and she whimpers from the loss.
“Let me get you cleaned up.” I press a kiss to the dimples right above her butt before crawling off the bed. Pulling off the condom, I discard it in the bathroom trash can. I grab a washcloth and run it under warm water for Parisa. When I return to the main room, she’s still in the same position I left her, and fuck me, I like the sight. I run the warm cloth over her sensitive skin before tossing it into the plastic laundry bag of dirty towels. I pull back the covers and Parisa lays down on the bed on her side and I follow suit facing her, tugging the blanket over us.
“You’re the epitome of a wolf in sheep’s clothing. I don’t think I’ve had an orgasm quite like that before.”
“Me either. Also, I wouldn’t be opposed to doing that again.” Her eyes meet mine as her lips tip up into a smile.
A blush creeps over her cheeks. Looking for a distraction, she runs her fingers over the silky fabric. “So, what’s up with you and these bow ties? Most guys just wear a tie, but not you.”
I draw lazy circles on her hand where the bow ties are still on her wrists. “Never underestimate a guy in a bow tie.”
She releases a small chuckle. “Clearly. And who knew they were so versatile?”
I make quick work to free her wrists from the cloth. “Neck ties are a piece a fabric that ties around your neck and dangles from your body. It can get caught in machines, paper shredders, conveyor belts. I’ll have you know, you’re twice as likely to die from a necktie than you are from getting attacked by a shark.”
Her gaze flits up to mine. Disbelief in her voice. “Shut up! You’re lying.”
“No joke. On average, ten people die annually from necktie related incidents. So, bow ties are short and close to my body. No worries about accidental strangulation.”
“Huh. Who knew?” She continues to play with my bow tie. “Can you teach me how to tie one?”
“Sure, but later. I’m comfortable and I’m not ready to let you go just yet.” I tighten my grip on her as I nuzzle her neck, inhaling her sweet peach scent. We both lie there for several minutes, enjoying the warmth of the other person. But Parisa being as restless as she is, climbs out of bed, her naked body on display as she scoops up one of my t-shirts draped over a chair and pulls it over her head. She looks tiny wearing my shirt. The hem just kisses the back of her thighs. She saunters to the full-length mirror, bow tie in hand. Her delicate fingers wrap the silky fabric around her neck, her brows furrow as she concentrates on figuring out how to tie it. A wide grin covers my face as I watch her determination. After she struggles for several minutes, I toss my legs over the side of the bed, throw on a pair of boxer briefs, and meet her at the mirror. My eyes lock onto her hazel ones in the mirror as my fingers skate up her bare arms, causing goosebumps to cover her flesh. Her lips part as she inhales a sharp breath.
Bending down, I trail kisses up the side of her neck. I whisper into the shell of her ear, “The trick is you need one side longer than the other, otherwise you end up with a lopsided bow.” My fingers rest on hers as I guide them to tie the perfect bow tie. When we’re finished, my hands skim down her body and rest on her waist. A beaming smile covers her face as she turns to face me. Her arms snake around the back of my neck, her fingers tickle the short hairs there.
“I have to say this pink bow tie looks pretty good on me.”
“It looks hot.” My lips capture hers in a brief kiss. When we break apart, her face falls as her gaze lands on the floor. “Hey, what’s wrong?” I lift her chin so she’s forced to look at me. Her eyes search mine before answering.
“We go home tomorrow. I’ve enjoyed this little cocoon we’ve been in for the past few days.” She pulls away and moves to sit on the edge of the bed. Her fingers tug on the end of the bow tie, the fabric falling to her lap. “Back to reality, I guess.”
The bed dips as I sit beside her. “This doesn’t have to end.”
“Yes, it does. It’s already gone on longer than it should. Hell, it shouldn’t have even started.”
“But you couldn’t resist my rugged good looks and charismatic charm?” She lets out a small laugh. God, I love that sound.
“Call it a moment of weakness.”
Now, it’s my turn to laugh.
“I think it’s best we just leave everything here. We can go back to hating each other once we get back home.” Her eyes meet mine.
All I can do is nod. If I try to convince her otherwise, I might just end up pushing her away. But something has her hesitant to pursue this. On the best of days, we hate each other, but I’m drawn to her. And since I’ve had a taste, I never want to lose her. Right now, I guess I’ll take her any way I can have her. “We’re not home yet, so why don’t we spend whatever time we have left enjoying each other’s company?”
“I like that idea. How do you feel about bubble baths? Because there is a giant soaker tub over there that I’m dying to try out.”
Ten
Don’t date the coworkers
