Earth.
“I’m loving every second of this,” I whisper.
“Did I say you could speak?” His eyebrows rise.
I smile and shake my head, sucking on my lips to stop myself from saying No, sir. Sorry, sir. Anything you say, sir.
He slowly unbuttons his shirt, pulling it off. Now it’s my turn to stare. The ripples of his muscles are insane. He throws the shirt down and slips off his belt and plays with it before he tosses it away with a twinkle in his eyes. I grin at him and his eyes go dark again as though to say, this is serious stuff here.
I nod and lose the smile. He tilts his chin up and unbuttons his form-fitting, weathered blue jeans, slowly unzipping them as my knuckles go white from grabbing the railing harder so I don’t race over and lick him. My eyelashes fall as he pulls out that gorgeous, hard, cock I can’t get enough of. Completely naked, he stands slowly running his hand up and down that perfect shaft. I glance up to see his full lips open, his eyes smoldering, looking at me like I’m a horse he’s about to ride. He walks over and slides his fingers up my thigh, into my skirt and into the folds of pussy. With tiny circle-flicks, he teases me before he slips his middle finger inside me, pushing in, then coming out to circle me again. I begin to pant desperately and he pushes my leg open more. I throw my hips forward and look down to see him bending and guiding his rock-hard cock into me. Who needs to go see a movie when you’ve got this for entertainment? And the soreness will only last for a couple seconds. I can take it.
With a sexy groan, he looks down, brings his foot up on the table with mine and we rock together. His full lips are open as his eyes slide up to meet mine. We stare at each other through half-closed lids, our bodies moving like they finally found what they were always supposed to be doing. With every push, my pussy’s tight around him and driving him wild. The slow movement pulls us into ecstasy bit by sweet little bit. The ache can’t be rushed. He’s still got to be careful, and what’s surprised me the other three times we fucked today is that when you don’t rush it when you want to, it builds an even deeper orgasm than you could have created of your own free will. If I were to grab his body and pull him to me hard and abandon myself to this wave of erotic pleasure pulsating through my veins, it would be great, but holding back… until I can’t hold back anymore… until the climax comes to take me no matter what I do or want… it’s a high I never thought possible.
The burning ache pulls from within us as we kiss and moan… and then we feel it everywhere. Every cell in our bodies ignites. A tremor unleashes in my pussy. I throw my head back with the contractions, the inside of my walls pulsating onto him, pulling him with me over the edge of the cliff. I cry out as he jerks up and plunges deeply into me. He yells out and takes my mouth in his, my cries quieted by his tongue. My leg hooks around his and I let go of the railing to slip my fingers into his hair, kissing him with all the love I have for him. My Brendan. My heart. My impossible dream come true.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Brendan
Friday: Location Times Three
As soon as I get off the elevator and walk into the enormous main room, I’m accosted by welcoming voices. “Hey B-man! Welcome back!” “Making surgery look good, my friend.” “Did you really take a shot to the lung?” “Did you get my flowers? My wife sent them. Don’t look at me.” “Margaret wants to see you. You’re looking good, man!”
I nod, thank them, answer when needed, and head to Margaret’s office to the back right wall. She spots me through the glass and waves, looking to her computer screen quickly, a Skype call underway. I stroll in to hear, “Yes, well, when we go public, you’ll hear it from me, not the grapevine, so stop jumping to conclusions.” She motions for me to have a seat, but I opt to stand while she finishes the call. I feel too good to confine myself to a