Chapter 20
CHAPTER 20
R ockwell
She’s standing in my office, having just delivered a perfectly made cup of four o’clock coffee. I take a sip, momentarily losing my senses in the scent and taste of the delicious brew.
Today, she wears a sleek, sleeveless dress that’s meant to be businesslike but on her it’s so sexy it may as well be lingerie. She’s got one hand on her hip, a smile on her face.
She asks me, “What’s today again?”
“Friday?” I say.
“More like Fri-yay! Am I right?”
“Have you been standing there this whole time, planning to say that?”
“Maybe,” she laughs.
The sexual tension between us is palpable.
I know she feels it.
“Whew! What a week that was. Thanks again for letting me plan the customer appreciation night at the art gallery, which went fantastic if I do say so myself?—”
She chatters on in an inane dialogue to pass the time.
Ignoring the way I’m staring at her with open hunger and desire.
I can’t wait any longer. Forget everything I said about keeping things like this.
Professional. Platonic. Pathetic.
I have to have her. She’s still going over her synopsis of the week, her hands moving in the air. I grab her, cutting off her monologue.
“What?” she says, looking up.
“This.” I close her mouth by devouring it with a passionate kiss.
Then kiss her again, this time more urgently, feeling her body responding to my touch. My hands slide up her body, over her dress, grazing her delicate curves. I can feel her heart racing, her breathing quickening with each touch.
Lily grips my shirt, pulling me closer, her head tilted up, her eyes locked on mine. I can see the desire mirrored in her eyes, the same hunger that courses through me. My fingers find the clasp at the back of her dress, undoing it slowly, savoring the moment.
The fabric slips down her body, revealing her trembling legs. My eyes linger on her before I pull it off completely, leaving her standing before me in just her underwear. Black lace bra with matching panties. Undergarments I bought her from Daughtry’s. The idea of me buying those sexy things she wears, the sight of her, so vulnerable and exposed, is almost too much—my pants are getting tighter to the point of discomfort.
I cannot wait any longer to bury my cock inside her beautiful body.
I won’t. I’m going to take her. Right now. Right here in my office.
I lean in to kiss her once more, my hands draped over her hips, pulling her closer. Her breathing is erratic, her body trembling in my grasp. “God, you’re so beautiful,” I whisper, my heart pounding.
There’s a moment, a beat of time that slows and stands between us. Both of us knowing that this decision will change our lives forever. Sex will bond us in a new way we won’t be able to deny.
Fear tightens my chest, pain from my past threatening to ruin my future. But I can’t resist. My hands start to explore her body once more, my hesitation moving further away as I move closer to her.
My fingers trace the curve of her waist, her hips, her thighs over her panties. I feel her shiver beneath my touch, her skin warm and smooth against my fingers as I tease the bare tops of her thighs. She bites her lip, a small whimper escaping her as my hands continue to roam, finding the waistband of her panties.
I move slowly, savoring the anticipation as I slide the lacy garment off. I let them drop to her feet, turned on by the way they look lying on my office floor. “Turn around.” Standing behind her, I undo her bra. She gives me a shy look over her shoulder as she wriggles out of it, letting it join the pile of clothing on the floor.
Slowly, she turns, a small smile on her face, revealing all of herself to me. She stands before me, naked, vulnerable, and beautiful. Her skin glows in the dim light, the outline of her body perfect and flawless. I can’t help but admire her for a moment before I pull her close, my lips brushing against her neck, my hands exploring every inch of her naked skin.
“Lily, I need you,” I whisper, my voice raspy with desire. She closes her eyes, her breath hitched, her body trembling as I move her toward the desk.
My lips find hers in a fierce kiss. My hands roam over her body, my fingers tangled in her hair, my lips traveling down her neck, her chest, her stomach, over the smooth lips of her pussy, dipping between her lips, feeling the slickness of her arousal.
She moans softly, her body arching under my touch, her hips moving restlessly against mine. I can feel the desire coursing through her as well, the same hunger that I’m struggling to control.
“Please, Rockwell,” she murmurs, her voice tight.
“What are you begging for, baby? Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me,” she croons.
I moan, losing control for a moment as her words send a thrill through me. “Baby, I want that too. Let me get these clothes off.” In record time, I’m naked, the cool evening air caressing my skin.
Grabbing her hips, I lift her up, setting her on the edge of the desk.
I pause, taking a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart as I reach down to spread her legs wider. She lets out a small whimper, her eyes locked onto mine as I move between her thighs. Wrapping her legs around my waist, she locks her ankles behind my lower back, wraps her arms around my neck, holds on tight as I press inside her.
She’s so warm, so tight, it’s like she’s made for me. I moan as I thrust deeper. “God, you feel so good. Your pussy is perfect.” One hand tangles in her hair at the back of her head, the other along her lower back, holding her close to me as she balances her ass on the top of my desk.
“Rockwell,” she moans, her pussy tightening around my cock. I pull back, thrusting again. Her hips buck up in response to my touch. I can feel her wetness, her desire, the way she’s taking me in. I can’t help but thrust deeper, my hips moving in a rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart.
She gasps, her arms tightening around my neck. She meets each stroke, her body shaking with each thrust. I can feel her heart racing like mine, her breathing becoming more and more erratic.
I’m caught in the intensity of the moment. It’s been so long, so long since I felt this way with someone. Have I ever had sex this connected with another woman? I can’t think, but I can feel, and in the center of my chest, the warmth spreads and I know I haven’t.
I’m lost in the pleasure, the emotion of our connection.
“Rockwell, I need you to go faster,” she begs, her eyes pleading with me.
“Faster?” I ask, my cock twitching at the thought of it. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she moans, her hips bucking up to meet my thrusts. “Please, faster.”
“God, you’re sexy. Do you know how sexy you are?” I obey my girl, my body responding to her need as I pick up the pace, my hips moving harder and faster. I’m banging against her, her ass inching back on the desk. “Are you okay?”
“Amazing. You?”
I have a chuckle at her response.
“Harder,” she whimpers, her body trembling beneath me. “Rockwell, harder.”
I can’t believe she wants more but I’m happy to give it to her. I wrap her hair around my hand, tugging her head back as I kiss her, hard. If she wants more, I’ll give her more. My hips slam into her, my cock thrusting so deep inside her she gasps into my kiss.
Her lips breaking away from mine, she cries out, her back arching in response to the sensation. Her legs lock tighter around my hips, pulling me closer, as if she can’t get enough of me.
“I’m going to come,” she gasps, her voice shaking. “I’m going to come, Rockwell.”
I can feel it too, the tension building up inside me, the desire growing with each stroke. “Come for me, baby,” I moan, my voice rough. “Let go, let me feel it.”
She cries out again, her body shaking with the force of it, her pussy clenching around my cock as she climaxes. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, her emotions and desires so intertwined with my own. It’s like we’re one being as we fuck.
I feel myself reaching the edge. I can’t hold back anymore. “I’m going to come too,” I moan, my cock pulsing inside her. “Fuck. You feel incredible.”
And then it happens, the moment that changes everything. I let go, my body shaking with the force of it, my cock throbbing inside her. The feeling is almost unbearable, the intensity of it sending me to a place I’ve never been before.
We’re both panting, clinging to one another, a spot of sex pooling on my desktop.
The primal urge that’s been growing inside me since she stepped foot in this office is finally fulfilled and in this moment, in the mental clarity of the post-life-changing-orgasm moment…
I know for sure…
There is no going back.
I kiss her one more time. When I pull away, I tell her, “I need to take you on a proper date.”
She laughs. “If the rooftop wasn’t a proper date, what is?”
“You’ll find out tomorrow,” I say, kissing her lips. “Get a good night of sleep. We’ll leave at noon.”
“Great!” she says, an excited glow on her face.
I don’t ruin the moment, telling her that there’s a reason for this date.
Something I need to tell her.