I felt him pushing my skirt up and moving my panties to the side, letting out a low laugh when he felt how wet I was. I heard the sound of foil paper crumpling behind me and tried to brace myself for his length.
I didn’t get a chance to take another breath before he slid completely into me, holding me by my waist line.
“Let’s see if I can make you cum like this...”
He worked himself into a slow grind, alternating his deep thrusts with short kisses against my neck. As I adjusted to his length—hanging on to the table for support and spreading my legs even wider, he moved his hands up to my br**sts and palmed them—rough. He pinched my ni**les, twisting and pulling them harshly, giving me pain and pleasure at the same time.
I cried as his thrusts went even deeper, as he held me firm and prevented me from squirming.
“Do you still need your purple friend?” he murmured against my ear. “Does he f**k you better?”
“Ahhh...”
“Answer me.”
I couldn’t. His thrusts were too much. He was starting to speed up and my body was quaking at the unfamiliar sensations.
“So you do need him?” he asked again, and I heard the familiar sound of my vibrator humming against my leg.
I tried to answer him, tried to say “NO,” but the next thing I felt was Jonathan holding the vibrator against my clit—on the highest setting.
“Pleaseeee...” I cried out.
“Please?” He kept holding it right there, simultaneously pounding into me with no mercy. “That’s not what I asked you...”
“Oh—Ohhhhh!” I was about to combust—I could feel it. I tried to reach down and push the vibrator away—to ease some of the pressure away, but his hands were way too strong.
“Answer me, Claire.” He kissed my neck. “Do you still need your little friend?”
“NO...No!” I screamed as my body shuddered and convulsed against him. “No...” I held on to the edge of the table as the last tremors moved through me, as I waited for my heart rate to slow down.
I thought that was it, that that was my orgasm for the day (for the year), and that he would let me go so I could recover, but he didn’t. He dropped the vibrator to the floor and started moving into me with a different rhythm—a slower one, and a different set of tremors began to course their way through me.
I groaned as he caressed my hips, as he kissed my shoulders—showing me a completely different side of him.
I clenched my insides, trying to savor the feeling of the more passionate thrusts, but it was no use. My body gave out once again and I collapsed onto the table, moaning as he pumped into me a few more times to reach his own release.
My legs felt numb, wobbly—they weren’t going to hold up much longer. My heart was racing a million miles a minute and my chest was heaving uncontrollably.
“Let go of the table, Claire,” Jonathan whispered in my ear.
I pried my fingers from the edge one by one and felt myself being pulled down to the floor with him. I didn’t even try to look composed; I sat still, shirtless, with my skirt bunched around my waist.
We were both inhaling and exhaling at the same rate, trying to steady our breathing for what felt like an eternity.
I looked over at him and noticed that he was staring at me, watching my every breath. I wasn’t sure if I should say something or not, but he reached over and grabbed my hand, softly caressing it as he looked into my eyes.
When he saw me reaching for my bra, he grabbed it and slid the straps back over my shoulders. Smiling, he pressed them into place. “Turn around.”
I slowly shifted my body and felt him re-snapping the hooks, planting kisses across my back.
Once I stopped feeling his lips against my skin, I turned around to find him staring at me again, giving me the same look that started this lusty session.
Without breaking gaze with me, he picked up his phone and tapped the screen. “Hello? Angela? Yes. Could you please tell the board that I’m sorry for being late to today’s meeting? Right. Could you tell them I’m on my way? Thank you very much.”
He reached over and ran his fingertips along the silver necklace I was wearing, gently tugging the red flag pendant that hung from it. “Silver looks really good on you.” He stood up and walked towards the door.
“Um, thank you...I guess I’ll see you la—” I stopped mid-sentence once I realized that he wasn’t walking out of the door; he was shutting it. “You’re not leaving?”
“No.” He smiled. “I just thought the door needed to be shut for round two.”
Chapter 8
Claire
“Well, someone looks quite refreshed tonight.” Helen laughed. “I wonder why...”
“Shut up, Helen.” I rolled my eyes. “How long is this going to take?”
“Not long. I told him to meet us here at eight thirty, so he has five more minutes before he’s officially late.”