“We only have fifteen minutes,” he whispered, feverishly dragging his lips across mine. “But I need you,” he added. Both of his hands ran up my torso, gripping my breasts firmly as his touch set my nipples on hard.
“Then take me,” I answered recklessly, drunk off of him after only a few seconds. Deep down I knew I should turn him away – we had every reason in the world to stay away from each other – but instead, I found myself helping him hike up my pencil-skirt and remove my stockings. As soon as they were halfway down my thighs, he eased his hand inside the front of my panties, separating the lips of my sex to slowly run his finger between them. I sucked in a breath and held it while he repeated the motion again and again.
I didn’t want him to stop…ever. Everything he did, every time he touched me, it felt like the first time. He pulled away abruptly and crossed his office to the door, engaging the lock before he returned to me. Impatience ruled him as he undid his belt and zipper. When he freed himself from his boxers, I was already raining wet. I took my stockings down the rest of the way and kicked my panties from around my ankle to the chair, holding AJ around his neck as he hoisted me onto his desk with ease. My hands landed on a mess of papers and folders behind me when I braced myself. AJ aligned his erection with my parted thighs and hastily plunged inside. We both released a sigh of relief at the feel of being connected again after so many days. I could hardly breathe as he hijacked each and every one of my senses.
The insane addiction I had to him left me feeling like I could never get enough, no matter how often we did it, no matter how satisfied he left me. He made me feel greedy, desperate, and maybe even a little possessive. Okay…a lot possessive.
There was no way in hell I’d try to walk away from him again…
AJ pressed his lips to mine as he backed his hips up and dove in again. His motions were quick, but not frantic, reminding me of the few times we’d done it in a rush in less than private places as teenagers, trying to sneak a piece whenever we could. The risk factor, then and now, was adrenaline-charged. Knowing that, at any moment, one of his employees could try the knob or overhear us, was constantly at the forefront of my mind just like I’m sure it was on his. Still, even considering the risk, this felt necessary. I had to have him; he had to have me.
The moisture between my legs increased as he repeatedly stroked my g-spot, allowing him to slip in and out even faster. I moved one of my hands from his desk and gripped the back of his head as he craned his neck toward me for another kiss.
What is it about him that makes me lose myself?
I clamped his lip between my teeth, provoking a deep, throaty laugh that rumbled from his chest, driving me crazy as he delved even deeper. His fingers dug into my hips and the mounting pressure signaled me that I was on the cusp of climaxing despite the fact that we’d only been at it for a couple minutes.
My eyes clenched shut and I held him tighter as he slammed in again and again. The telephone and a stack of papers crashed to the floor when his violent thrusts shifted the entire desk a few inches. Neither of us really cared if anyone heard at this point. When his breathing became labored, I knew he was about to cum too.
I moaned through my orgasm as quietly as I could, attempting to breathe through my nose in hopes of preventing the oncoming scream, but it was physically painful to hold it in. He made my entire body feel so good that yelling out was the only way I stood a chance of surviving these intense climaxes. He buried his face in my shoulder, tightening his grip on my hips as he silently released inside me.