gripping my dick, she does just that, she guides me toward her center. With her high heels on, we line up almost perfectly. I moan when I come into contact with her wet center.
Her fingers grip my shoulders, then wrap around them as her leg pulls me closer against her center, her hips lifting to take more of me inside of her. I want to bury myself deep and fuck her hard against this door. I don’t. Instead, I move slowly, enjoying the feel of her bare.
Sliding my tongue inside of her mouth, I bury myself as deeply as I can, my entire length buried inside of her. I can feel her panties against my pelvis. It’s so fucking illicit, but it feels too damn good to stop.
Pulling out of her until just the tip of my cock is still nestled inside of her warm pussy, I lift my head and look into those green eyes that I’ve come to admire. I fuck her slowly, my hips rolling slow and steady as I look into her eyes, never breaking contact.
“Touch yourself, honey. I want to feel you come.”
She presses her lips together for a moment, then her lips hitch up in a small smile. One of her hands leaves my shoulder and I feel it shift between us. She doesn’t touch her clit right away, instead I feel her fingers part and slide around my dick, feeling the way I move inside of her.
“You’re so warm,” she rasps. “I’m so wet.”
I hum, resting my forehead against hers. A light sheen of sweat breaks out all over my entire body. I am holding back, my control is hanging on by a thread and this isn’t helping, but I can’t tell her to hurry, I can’t tell her anything.
She is saying these things out of discovery, surprise, and observation. It’s sexy as fuck. Tennessee isn’t a shy virgin, but she isn’t extremely experienced either. She’s right in between and I find that it’s a place I really fucking enjoy.
“Yeah, honey. You’re so wet, feels amazing.”
She smiles, it’s full-on confidence and it’s beautiful. She slides her hand from my cock and then her fingers find her clit. As soon as she rubs a circle against herself, she lets out a whimper and her head falls back, hitting the door with a thud.
Lifting my hand from the back of her knee, I reach up and tug the collar of her shirt down, then her bra and expose her tit for me. It bounces with each thrust of my hips. Wrapping my hand around her exposed flesh, I grip her tightly and feel her beneath my fingers.
“Yes,” she hisses.
Releasing her tit, I pinch her nipple, playing with the hardened bud as her fingers play between us. I tug and pinch on her nipple, watching as her breathing comes out in even heavier pants. She’s close, I can feel her pussy flutter around me and I know that she’ll come soon.
I can’t fucking wait.
All words have left me. I’m nothing but sweat, grunts, and rumbles as we continue to move against one another. When she comes, it’s with a cry. Knowing the entire office can probably hear us, I cover her mouth with mine quickly, swallowing her sounds. It isn’t long before I allow myself to find my own release and she’s forced to swallow my growls and moans of pleasure as well.
I’ve never, not like this, not in public or in a professional setting done this. Tennessee not only brings desire and passion out of me, she also brings out a bit of adventure when I haven’t necessarily been the most adventurous man, outside of my office at least.
TENNESSEE
Glancing around the lobby, I’m thankful to see that it’s empty. My face feels hot and I know that someone probably heard us in that room, but as potentially embarrassing as it is, I don’t regret it—not for a minute.
We make our way back to Landry’s car and once I’m buckled in and he’s driving toward his building, I can’t help but think about everything that’s happened today.
“Landry?” I ask.
He hums, reaching over the console, he takes my hand in his, lacing our fingers together. “What, honey?”
I like that. When he calls me honey. I didn’t think I would be a term of endearment kind of girl. I thought Tenny was enough of a nickname for me, but when he says honey, in his soft sweet way, it does something to me.