'Mother of God,' he swore, and caught me in a crushing embrace. 'Yes, that's - just a little more. I'm almost in. Just one more push. I promise I won't - Ah, ah, yes, that's all of it. Bless you, Katie. Bless you.' He shuddered from his belly out. His cock swelled. He paled. 'Oh, dear God, help me not to -' 'Come,’ I whispered.
He held my hips immobile, locking me tight to the cradle of his loins, fighting the inevitable with a strangled moan.
'Come,' I said. I licked the spot where he'd bitten his lip. He gasped and I flicked the red wet tip past the edge of his teeth. 'Come with me. I'm almost there. A push or two is all it will take. Don't you want to feel it around your thing? Don't you want to feel how a woman quivers when you show her a glimpse of heaven?'
'A glimpse of hell,' he said, shaking all over with need.
'Heaven,' I insisted. I kicked my feet, forcing the chair to rock. The spring squealed. 'I'll pull out,' he warned.
I laughed and rocked again. 'Is this how you want it to end? Rocking like a baby? Or thrusting like a man?'
His growl was unintelligible. With our bodies still connected, he rose and slammed me back on to the desk. Papers fluttered to the floor. I winced as my head hit the edge. He reached up to cradle it, exclaiming in distress.
'I'm fine,' I insisted. Take me. Hurry.'
'Have it your way then,' he said. 'Might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb.'
He grabbed my thighs beneath the knee and pushed them back towards my chest, bracing them with his shoulders. The position opened me completely to his first deep thrust. He held himself inside me at the utmost end of the downstroke, sweating and trembling. The tendons in his neck stood out. I thought he'd explode then and there. He must have thought so, too, because he pulled back gingerly, gritting his teeth, then drove in hard. This time I felt the jolt through my womb. A warning tremor made my sheath dance around his shaft.
'Not yet,' he growled, freezing again.
But I couldn't wait. The need for release cramped deep in my sex, too insistent for delay. Vowing I'd make him come with me, I reached under the cassock to grip his tight round buttocks. I burrowed between his cheeks until I found the dark sensitive pucker. He jumped when I touched it and moaned when I pinched it.
'Put it in,' he ordered hoarsely. 'Shove your thumb inside me.'
His sweat eased my way but it was a rough, partial insertion. Just what he wanted, apparently. The responsive ring of muscle flexed and clung as I rimmed him from the inside. His hips writhed with pleasure, then began to pump in earnest - deep, long strokes that drove me quickly to the edge of orgasm.
'Oh, Lord, Katie,' he said, his voice jolted by the force of his thrusts. He spread my legs wider. ‘I can't stop it. I can't. I've got to come. Take me. Jesus, take me.' With that, we both caught a glimpse of the ultimate, heart slowed. A fist of pure hunger clenched and released between my legs. Almost - almost - Grunting with effort, he slung in to my utmost limit and, finally, the body-wrenching spasm of sensation broke, jetting through me hot and tight and then warm, wet, loose, like mulled wine through my belly - spicy, drunken pleasure. I remember our mingled cries, harsh and sweet, and the strength of his climactic pulses meeting mine.
I don't remember him lifting me off the desk and settling me on his bed, but he must have. He must have taken off our clothes, too, because when I came to myself we were snuggled under the covers in our birthday suits. He had a queen-sized futon, perfect for the pair of us -perfect for him and Joe, as well, I supposed. Limp as an overcooked noodle, I didn't have the energy to mind the reminder.
'Are you back?' he asked, pressing a kiss to my sweaty brow.
I hummed a mild affirmative.
He hugged me closer. 'When you do come back all the way, remind me to explain about topping from below.'
Pleasantly drowsy, I ran my hand down his ribs to his hip. I was always amazed by how narrow men's hips can be. Sean had an inch-long scar I'd never noticed before, right behind the bone.
'Is that some sort of S and M code?' I asked, tracing the raised flesh with my finger.
He moved my hand to his chest. '"Topping from below" means the supposedly submissive person takes control of the scene.'
'Oh,' I said, then digested what he meant. 'I'm sorry, Sean. I thought I was following your lead.' I hid my face in the valley of his chest. 'Guess I ran away with things.'
His chuckle soothed my embarrassment, as did the hand that stroked my hair. "That's okay. Your way was fun - a little more intense than I'd planned, but fun.'
Since he seemed so jovial, I thought I'd push my luck.
'Sean-' I flattened my palm over his right nipple. ‘I was wondering. I know you attended boarding school.
Did you ever - Did anyone try anything like what we played out?'