It must be one hell of a fantasy, because his erection started twitching against my stomach.
“You’re in a dress and a pair of those killer stilts you wear. Those shoes drive me insane, I tell you.”
I laughed. “After that first day, I wore them to torture you. I caught you looking at my legs a few times.”
“Damn straight. Anyway, you walk into my office and stand real close. Close enough for me to feel your nipples through our clothing. You lean in and whisper that you don’t have any panties on.”
I groaned while Michael started playing with my nipples.
“You walked back towards the office door, closed then locked it. You turned and started to walk towards the conference table as you slipped the dress down your arms. When it hit the floor, you stepped out of it and then bent over the conference table spreading your legs. Then you asked me to fuck you.”
He slammed his lips down on mine and ravished me. There was no other word for what he was doing. I moved my leg and wrapped it around his hip. He reared back with his hips and thrust inside me. Heaven.
Once inside me, he started to move in and out of my sex so slow that he was driving me wild. It felt so good. He rolled me over on to my back. I moved my leg from around his hip and tangled my legs with his as we moved in sync.
“Keep it slow, Lily. I want to savor you.”
He placed soft kisses all over my face as the pleasure started to build. I was so close now as I dug my fingers into Michael’s ass.
“Lily?”
“Yes.” We groaned as my sex squeezed the very life out of Michael’s penis. My orgasm went on and on, having kicked up a notch when I felt Michael coming inside me.
I was glad I was already flat on my back, because that’s where I would have ended up. Michael lifted up from where he’d collapsed on my chest and tried to pull out of me. “No, I want you to stay.”
“I’m too heavy.”
I pulled him back down on top of me.
He grunted then settled down.
“That was…. fuckin’ amazing,” he mumbled into my neck.
“Mmm.”
After lying on me for a few minutes, he rolled off to the side and lay down on his back. He found my hand and entwined our fingers together.
“You haven’t told me your fantasy.”
“I’m too tired.”
He laughed. “Oh no you don’t. I told you mine.”
“I’m not sure I would survive mine.”
“After that comment, you’re not going to sleep until you’ve told me.”
I huffed with indignation and offered him a wicked smile. “I have this fantasy that involves you and a motorcycle. A Harley to be precise.”
“I have a Harley.”
“You do? I didn’t know that.”
“I’ll take you on it sometime soon.”
I laughed. “Mmm, you really will be taking me on it when you hear this.”
“Oh, lord.”
“We are out riding on your bike and you pull over into a secluded spot. We climbed from the bike feeling really horny and you couldn’t keep your hands off me. I stepped out of your arms and stripped while you watched. I walked back over to you and started removing your jacket and t-shirt and then your jeans. I made you sit astride your bike and then climbed on top of your lap, impaling myself on your penis. In that position you go so deep and feel so good that it only took a couple of grinds until we both came real hard. When we finally climbed from the bike we were both a quivering mess.”
God, if I wasn’t so tired I would be jumping on top of him after my little fantasy. And he had a Harley. Yeah!
“Michael, you still with me?”
“Oh god, perhaps I should’ve waited for that one.”
I turned on my side and used my free hand to reach for him. He was hard as steel.
“Sleep.”
“But….”
“I know. I’ll survive. Go to sleep Lily.”
“Goodnight Michael.”
“Goodnight Lily.” He placed a sweet kiss to my lips and rearranged us so that he was spooning me from behind.
Chapter 40
MICHAEL
Lily was asleep in my arms, exhausted after the events of earlier. She was an amazing woman and had me turned inside out. Sleep eluded me, my brain refused to shut down and settle and so did my body.
I inched my body slightly away from Lily so I could look at her. I reached behind me and switched the lamp on so I could see her more clearly.
My breath caught in my throat. She was beautiful, which I knew already, but as I watched her sleep, she left me breathless. I didn’t want to wake her, but I couldn’t control my impulse to touch her. I reached out and gently smoothed my hand down her arms to her delicate hands and back up again.
Without waking her, I rearranged her on the bed so that she was lying on her back.
Her breasts hadn’t been sampled yet. I touched them and I still wanted to taste them, but that would have to wait until she was awake.