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“Maybe I should restrain you...”
Her eyes light up at the thought, and I loosen my tie, pulling it over my head and dropping it over her wrists. Pulling it tight to secure her, I tie the other end to the heavy standing lamp at the end of the couch. With her restrained and spread out, I don’t quite know where to start. Leaning over her, I place a kiss on her lips, my tongue slipping through the seam of her lips to play with her own.
Placing gentle kisses from her cheek to her jaw, I make my way down her breastbone.I don’t think I’ve paid her tits enough attention. They’re the perfect size for my hands—natural and perky. I take a moment to feel the weight of them in my hands before rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
My gaze lifts to her and I can only imagine the look of awe on my face as I really take in the woman splayed out in front of me. I’ve never truly appreciated her beauty.
I place a kiss on her breasts, reluctantly moving my mouth away as I kiss, lick, and nip my way down her stomach. My hands are still filled with her breasts, alternating between massaging them and tweaking her nipples.
Nirvana awaits me as I reach her pussy. I can’t help but brush my nose over her core and pull in a deep breath, savoring her scent. At the contact, her hips buck.She likes that. I brush my nose back and forth over her pantie-clad slit, her pants and whimpers only serving to increase my need for her.
Releasing her breasts, I grab either side of her panties, pulling them down her thighs and putting them in my pants pocket. She’s slick with her own juices, and I know it won’t take her long to come undone. I’m not sure she’ll even be able to hold off if I tell her to.
Unable to resist, I drag a finger through her slit. Her back arches and a moan slips from her parted lips. I’m fucking mesmerized, and the weight of emotions coursing through me nearly has me pulling away.
Unknowingly, she guides me back into the moment as her heavy eyes meet mine and a silent plea is given. I don’t want to play around anymore either. With my eyes still on her, I stand from the couch, taking my wallet out and removing a condom. Throwing them both on the table, I make quick work of my shirt and pants so I’m as naked as she is.
I remove the tie from the lamp and command, “Stand.” My voice is gruff with arousal and her eyes widen a fraction at the tone.
I’m impossibly hard and want to be buried deep inside her. When she’s standing in front of me, my hands dive into her hair, and I devour her mouth. There’s nothing gentle about it, our physical need for each other showing in the way our tongues fight for supremacy. Her hands, still bound by the tie, are between us and as I lift the end, her arms come up. I wrap them around my neck and as I lift her, she’s forced to wrap her legs around my waist.
Sitting on the sofa, I shuffle her back slightly as I sheath myself with the condom. Raising her hips, one hand guides my cock to the entrance of her slick core. Once I’m buried to the hilt, the sounds of our satisfied groans bounce around the walls of my office.
“I want you to ride me. Can you do that for me, Alex?” I ask.
She moans, nodding as she murmurs, “Yes.”
It’s the best and yet most torturous feeling in the world. With her bouncing on my cock and her tits filling the palms of my hands, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. The walls of her pussy clench around me on every upward movement she makes, and it’s taking an effort not to come. With one hand filled with her breast, I use the other to rub the bud of her clit, matching her pace.
Flipping her onto her back, I take over the movement, my thrusts sure and measured as I try to keep myself back from the edge.
“Fuck, princess, you feel so fucking good.”
I don’t let up the pace, not even when she starts clawing at the skin at the nape of my neck. If anything, it turns me on even more. My eyes roam over the perfection that is her body, greedy to remember every last inch.
“Seb... I’m so close.”
Her lips part and I drop down onto one elbow, grabbing a hold of her chin as I capture her lips, my thrusts becoming almost frenzied. I feel like a man in the throes of desperation; my heart is racing and a light sheen of sweat coats my skin.
“Fuck, me too... You can come, baby,” I rasp, even though we’re so past that game.
At my words, she explodes, setting off my own orgasm. A wave of ecstasy rolls through me as my balls tighten and my thrusts are an almost jerked frenzy as I find my release. I collapse as much as the couch allows to the side of her, still connected as our breaths even out and everything around us comes back into clarity.
When I feel like I can stand, I lift off of her and make my way to the bathroom attached to my office to dispose of the condom. When I come back, she’s zipping up her dress, with her back to me. I lean against the door jamb—naked as the day I was born—as I wait for her to tell me this was a mistake. Because by the energy that’s rolling off of her, I can tell her guard is back up and she regrets what just happened.And I fucking hate it.The irony of it all is that I don’t regret anything I’ve ever done with her.
“Let me guess… What just happened shouldn't have?”
She whips around, lifting her chin as she maintains eye contact with me. “In a nutshell, yes. I don’t want to compromise myself as your counsel, and everything I’ve said to you previously still stands.” She picks up her bag, moving to the door before she stops and turns to address me again. “I guess I’ll see you on Sunday at the airport.”
“I can pick you up.”
“I’d rather make my own way.”
She looks as composed as when she walked in and as she turns to grab the door handle, I call out to her, “I’m looking forward to working with you, Alex.”
Pausing momentarily, she replies, “As am I, Mr. Worthington.”
When the door clicks shut and I’m left staring at it, with the smell of sex and her perfume filling my office, a tightness pulls at my chest.My muscles are tense as I walk to the couch to get dressed. It annoys me that she can be so blasé about everything and shrug it off as if it’s nothing.As if I mean nothing.
