“Come here,” I say to her, a horny huskiness to my voice. “We don't have long until the maid comes back.”
She looks at me with something of surprise in her eyes. I can see her thinking this through for a moment, as if she’s trying to make the smart decision here, but after what feels like only a few seconds, she moves towards me as if in a daze, swaying her hips seductively.
As soon as she’s close enough to me, I grab hold of her hips and pull her roughly towards me, needing to claim her now. The last time we kissed it felt soft and romantic, whereas this time I feel much more passionate and needy. My lips find her and move against her quickly and desperately, while I pull that body of hers closer to me, feeling her curves pressed up against mine.
My cock is now so hard for her, so desperate for her that it’s standing to attention painfully against my slacks.
“I want you,” I gasp into her mouth, wanting her to know exactly what I want. “I want you so fucking badly.”
She pauses for a second, as if she’s trying to get her head together, before tugging hungrily at my clothes, thankfully wanting this just as much as I do. She yanks my suit jacket off, before fumbling frantically with my buttons. I slide her dress up over her head, with my heart racing in anticipation.
By the time we are both in our underwear, we step back to look at one another, drinking in each other’s semi-naked appearances, panting breathlessly. Her eyes flicker all over my abs and muscles, looking excited by what she sees, and at the same time I’m getting a good look of those voluptuous curves and sexy breasts.
Wow, she’s like a freaking goddess.
“You’re beautiful,” I gasp, running a hand all over that silky smooth skin. “I cannot believe how lucky I am to get to be with you.”
“I’m the lucky one,” she replies, pulling me into her. “I don't even know what I’m going to do with you.”
She kisses me hard and fast while I walk her back over towards the bed, wanting her to experience the softness of the sheets under her back as I fuck her hard and fast. I want to be able to give it to her in a slow and romantic way, since it’s our first time together, but I don't think that I’ll be able to hold back enough for that. I’ve waited far too long.
I need her underneath me, writhing in pleasure, giving herself entirely to me, and that’s what I intend to get. This isn’t just some random girl that I’m giving a quick screw to without even wanting to look at her, this is someone that I really care about, someone that I want to be able to see a future with.
“Are you sure?” I gasp quickly, not wanting to do anything that either of us will later regret.
“I’m sure,” she agrees, causing me to take that final step and push her back onto the bed.
8
Michaela
I never intended this to happen, not for one damn second. I don't have sex with people that I’m working with, that’s my one Goddamn rule, yet here I am doing exactly what I always promised myself that I wouldn’t.
But it feels so damn good.
Sean’s hands all over me, his lips connecting with mine, his breath sending sparks of desire racing right through my body... it’s all too difficult to even consider resisting. Deep down I know that I’m not being smart, that I’m acting like a Goddamn crazy person, but there’s no way I can do anything about it. He’s making me feel things that I haven’t in a very long time, and it’s making me feel amazing.
“Oh my God,” I pant against him as he unhooks my bra and tosses it to one side, before flickering his tongue all over my nipples. Sensations flood through my body as he scrapes his teeth over them, giving me the shock of a life time. I know that Sean has done nothing but shock and surprise me, but this is something else. This is on another level. “Fucking hell, Sean.”
He leans up and runs kisses all over my neck and collarbone, while I trace my fingers over his abs, getting a real feel of those muscles that I’ve been fantasizing about for what feels like forever. He’s more toned than anyone that I’ve ever touched before, and that’s giving me feelings I didn’t even know that I had.
“What’s this?” I gasp, noticing a small tattoo on his chest. “You have a tattoo?”
I just cannot imagine Sean, who for all intents and purposes, does seem a little buttoned up, walking into a tattoo shop and allowing someone to stick a needle in him.
“Yeah, I got it when I made my first pay check,” he flushes a little, which makes me giggle to see him showing more of himself to me. “It’s dumb, I know, but I was only a young kid at the time, and I thought it would be cool.”
“It isn’t,” I tell him, running my fingers over it. “It’s a symbol that doesn’t really mean anything.”
“It’s supposed to mean courage or something dumb,” he shrugs his shoulders dismissively, which makes me laugh even louder. “Oh, as if you haven’t ever done anything dumb,” he jokes, silencing me quickly.
I’ve done more dumb things than I can even begin to discuss, so not wanting to talk about it, I pull him back in and kiss him hard all over again, which causes him to fall right back into the swing of things.
As I feel his thick, throbbing erection pressed up against my leg, I feel that fierce passion consume me once more. It’s easy to forget who I am and who Sean is while we’re kissing like this, feeling each other’s bodies, consuming one another.
It’s much harder when we aren’t locking lips, but I really don't want to think about that right now.
In one quick shocking gesture, Sean flips me over onto my front, and pulls me up onto my knees, where he rapidly slides my underwear aside and finger fucks me roughly. I scream out in shock and joy, enjoying the way that he isn’t being careful with me, that he’s just giving me exactly what I need right away. I think that a lot of guys assume that girls want to be teased and taken to the edge of desire over and over again, but that isn’t me at all. I like to be taken in the heat of the moment, devoured whole, and I’m glad that Sean seems to get that.
As the passion delves deeper into me, I push back against Sean’s fingers, needing him harder, faster, deeper, just more.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, gripping the sheets beneath me as my heart races faster and my mouth runs dry with desire. “Fucking hell, Sean, I need you.”
I half expect him to slam inside of me from behind, but he doesn’t. Instead he flops me over onto my back, not quite done with my body yet, and he yanks my panties from my body as if they are the most inconvenient garment in the world. I don't even complain that they are more expensive than the high heels that I’m still wearing and the dress combined. I’m simply happy to see them go.
Sean slides down my body and nudges my legs further apart with his nose, exposing me fully to him. I’m not usually this body confident around anyone – especially after Derek dented my confidence – but from the hooded desire in Sean’s eyes, I want him to keep on looking. I want him to drink all of me in.
He leans closer to my hot, wet desire, breathing intently on it, which sends a cold frisky passion racing through my whole body, shooting right down to my core. He looks up at me and starts thumbing my clit, sending me buckling under his touch. I can tell that he wants to see my face contorted with desire, and I wish that I could maintain eye contact with him during that, but I can’t. I’m already going too crazy, too wild, to even think straight.