His eyes flick up to mine as his tongue leaves the stocking and lands on the warm skin of my upper thigh. I dreamed of this and various other acts with him, but having it actually happen to me is better than any fantasy I could have thought of. I push my legs open a little farther letting him know how much I want this. I think my Brain is half way to Arizona by now.
That's when I feel two of his fingers slide inside me. I gasp at the sudden invasion but as much shock as my mind is in my body keeps in the moment, gently gyrating to his touch. As quickly as his fingers plunge inside me, they leave with equal pace. I whimper and see him take his fingers in his mouth and suck.
"Mmm."
Lifting his head to show me his enjoyment he removes his fingers placing them back inside me as his thumb starts to circle my clit. Henrik's gaze never leaves mine. I think I am drooling now.
"You taste better than I dreamed, Morgana. I think I need another taste of your sweet *."
I groan at his words and splay my hands into his dark brown waves helping him with his hunger. His head lowers and the first kisses on my thighs are light, fluttery. After a moment he stops. Just stops everything.
He doesn't move. I tap his shoulder.
"Henrik?"
I hear a deep guttural snore vibrate from between my thighs. What the hell? I start to push at him but he is quite heavy. Finally I manage to squirm out of from under him.
He fucking passed out! Oh my God!
I push my dress back down and stand to figure out what to do. He is face down in the cushions of the couch and I know if he throws up he'll suffocate. Crap, I have to move him.
"Brain? Oh Brain? I need some help here." I whisper to myself. I can sense the glare from my Brain, it's not happy.
"Oh NOW you want me to help you. I seem to recall telling you not to do this, but NOOO you had to get your groove on." My Brain folds its imaginary squiggly arms at me and huffs.
"Brain, stop being an ass and just help me!"
"Hey, don't get me involved." My Butt calls out.
"Fine, you want my help; get him lying on his side on the couch. That way if he pukes it will fall to the floor. You also might want to stay with him for a while to make sure he doesn't vomit or roll over onto his back."
I roll my eyes at the task at hand. First I try wrapping my arms around his chest and lift. He doesn't even move an inch. The man must weight like five hundred pounds because I almost broke my back with that move. I may have a bit of muscle on me ... all right it is fat that I pass off as muscle, but Mr. Payne is too much for my five foot six inch, hundred fifty pound frame.
Standing back and assessing the situation I figure he is already partly on the couch, so if I can just push his bottom half on it, he should be good.
With all my might and my shoulder, I push Mr. Payne onto the couch and roll him on his side. Stepping away to admire my work I realize how sweet he looks asleep. His brow isn't creased in a constant scowl like normal. Mr. Payne's relaxed face is sexy and cute at the same time.
A thought pops into my head. A very dirty thought.
"Don't you even think about that Morgana!" My Brain starts its warning.
I ignore her and kneel down next to him. Very carefully I unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper. Looking back at Mr. Payne I see he is still sound asleep. There is a thrill that races through me. The excitement of getting caught and of looking at the forbidden.
My smile grows as I push past his briefs and tug it out. It's thick and still semi hard. My thumb follows the veins to the tip as my fingers play. It's growing in my hand and my eyes take it all in as if this is some new found discovery leading to the cure for cancer.
Instantly my excitement turns to fear as I hear voices coming from outside. Quickly I shove his member back into his pants and zip him up in haste. Due to my recklessness with his pants and parts, the zipper catches on something. From the way Mr. Payne shoots up off the couch I suspect I know what the zipper caught on.
"Aaaa! What the fuck!" He screams while fumbling with his fly and staring at it in shock.
My heart is pounding now and I am whisper screaming in my head for my Brain. All she says to me before I watch her speed off in the Ferrari, "You stupid, bitch!"
In a panic I jump to my feet and try to help Mr. Payne with his pants. Now he is looking at me like I'm a woman who has conversations with her brain and her clock.
"Ms. Drake, do you mind!" He yanks himself from my grasp and turns his back to me. In a few moments I see his shoulders relax and hear him sigh. Finally, he turns but isn't looking at me. He is staring at his desk. Mr. Payne walks over and pulls at the top draw. The same drawer that caused my lap face plant fail. He tugs and tugs.
"Come on you stupid piece of ..." He yells at the drawer. See, I'm not the only one who talks to inanimate objects!
After a few more tugs it opens and he reaches in for a piece of gum, unwrapping it and placing it in his mouth. His eyes close and he breaths out in relief. That must be some awesome gum.
Finally he looks at me.
"What on earth just happened?"