Chapter 10
Jason
Back in Boston, Vivienne and I find ourselves working late once again on the amphitheater project. The office is empty, and the sexual tension between us reaches a boiling point. I suggest that we move everything from the conference room to my office and call it a night.
“Viv, sweetheart, let’s pack all of this up and bring it to my office. It’s getting late. I know you need to get home.” It was already getting close to eight thirty. I was being selfish keeping her here this late as it was.
“Oh, okay, I guess. No one is home right now. Robert and the boys are on a fishing trip, but you’re right. It’s getting late.”
She looked up at me, pausing her hand over the papers on the conference table. Her gaze lingered for a beat and she shook her head, as if to clear her mind.
We walked side by side to my office, quiet in our own thoughts. We barely managed to close the office door before I was kissing her and unbuttoning her blouse. I wanted it out of the way. I’d fantasized about having this woman naked for months. And I was kissing the woman that I swore to myself was off-limits. I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t kiss women. It was too intimate; however, with Vivienne, this felt right .
I pushed her blouse off her shoulders and down to the floor. Next thing I knew, she took off her heels, making her much shorter than me, but it didn’t matter. She was perfect just the way she was—every part of her. I only paused enough to look down at her skirt.
“I’ve wanted to take this off all damn day.”
She looked down and then back up at me. “Likewise. I like this suit a lot, but I want to see you out of it.”
I took a deep breath to calm myself down.
“Are you sure, there’s no going back after we cross this line?”
“So, so sure.”
I immediately shrugged off my jacket, tossing it over her discarded blouse. Looking straight at her, I took off my cuff links. I could see her getting turned on right in front of my eyes. It was right there in her body language: the way her eyes darkened and her lips parted; the small shake in her hips. This woman wanted me. I put the cuff links on the shelf next to us, then walked closer to her.
“You’ll have to do the rest,” I told her.
She started with my buttons, making quick work of them. At the same time, I pulled her skirt up to her hips and then nearly exploded in my pants. She was wearing lace panties.
“You look fucking beautiful.”
“I bought them for me, I like wearing sexy lingerie.”
“I don’t want anyone else to see you wear these, not even your husband. Fucking no one.” I growled.
“Jason...”
I walked her backward until I’d plastered her against the wooden door again and cupped her face. “I mean it, Vivienne.”
She shook her head. “Okay, Jason. I rarely wear these at home.”
“Are you wet?” She licked her lips, swallowing hard. “Yes.”
“How wet? And don’t lie to me because I’m going to check.”
“Very,” she whispered. I immediately slipped my hand into her panties, rubbing two fingers over her opening. She was so slick that I couldn’t even believe it.
“Vivienne... Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so wet.”
“I know,” she whimpered. I slipped a finger inside her. How could I not when she was this wet and ready?
“Oh my God.”
Panting, she tugged at my shirt and then put her forehead on my chest as if she needed to ground herself. This was already too much for her. But I planned to give her so much more. I knew she could take it. Most of all, she needed it. I knew she struggled to achieve orgasms with her husband and if I was being honest. I wanted to be the man to make her shake uncontrollably.
I moved my finger in and out, brushing her clit with every stroke. Her whimpers turned to moans. Then I gave her a second finger, and her entire body shook. Her shoulders rolled backward, and I captured her mouth. I wanted to feel every one of her moans on my tongue while I had my fingers buried inside her. I was going to make her come like this, right against my office door. Thank fuck my office was soundproof.
I was blind with need for her, but I wanted this orgasm for her first. She was so damn ready, melting in my arms. Her body was taut everywhere I touched her. When her inner muscles started to tighten around my fingers, the moans against my mouth became harder, louder, more intense. I kissed and kissed her relentlessly while I moved my fingers. When I felt her tighten completely, I stilled my movements inside her and simply pressed on her clit. She orgasmed fucking beautifully, clinging to me as she came.
I cupped her ass with my other hand so she could keep her balance without a problem. She was starting to sway from all the pleasure I’d just given her, and I’d barely started.
“Jason,” she murmured.
“You’re fucking beautiful. I can’t get enough of you.”
“I need more.”
“I’ll give you everything I have for only tonight, Vivienne. Every fucking thing, I promise."
I walked her to the couch in the corner of my office.I tugged her skirt farther up until it was right around her waist. Then I decided to take it off completely.
“I love your curves.” She blushed, looking down. “You’re perfect. I won’t have you think anything else, not for a moment.”
I pulled her up to me, needing to feel her close. Her breasts pushed against my chest as I pushed her down slowly on the couch. I needed to be able to explore her. After putting her down, she tugged desperately at my shirt. I knew what she wanted. Part of me wanted to let her undress me herself, but I was too desperate for that, so I took care of my own pants and boxers right before she got rid of my undershirt.
Once my clothes were gone, I moved to take off her bra and panties. I’d intended to do it slowly but I didn’t have any patience left. After unhooking her bra and tossing it to the side, I lowered myself to my knees, yanking her panties down as I went. Looking up at her, I murmured, “I love your thighs.”
She blushed, glancing away, but only for a split second before looking at me again. I put one of her feet on my knee and kissed up her inner thigh until I reached her pussy. I didn’t lick, just moved my mouth around, teasing her. Then I put her foot down and repeated the motion with the other one. Her skin was already so sensitive that she trembled under my touch. She arched backward, pushing her chest out. “Jason” she cried out.
She was on edge again. I rose to my feet and flipped her around, pushing her hair to one side and kissing her exposed shoulder as she pushed herself back into me. My cock was trapped between our bodies, and I clenched my eyes shut against the sensations threatening to take over me. I palmed her breasts while I kissed her shoulder and the back of her neck. I liked feeling her body vibrate against mine, the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Lowering one hand to her pussy, I dragged my finger over her clit as if I were playing an instrument. She gasped and then pushed her ass into my pelvis even harder. I groaned in her ear, the feeling of her against me making it impossible to think. I wanted to act on impulse and pure instinct, but I needed to make her come again. Only then would I sink inside her.
I kept moving my fingers over her clit, rocking my hips back and forth slightly. The friction against my cock was exquisite. “Viv.” My voice was hoarse, I cleared my throat before adding, “I’m clean, sweetheart.”
“So am I. We don’t need a condom, I cant get pregnant anymore. We don’t need anything.” Her voice was even more desperate than mine.
I grabbed my cock at the base, guiding it between her legs and rubbing it along the length of her pussy. “Jassoon,” she mewled, her voice shaking. I barely made out that she’d called my name. This was phenomenal. In the beginning, it was just enough to ease my need for her, but it only served to intensify that need even more.
I played with her clit while I moved back and forth, smiling against her neck when I felt her on the cusp of yet another orgasm. It began much slower than the other one, but the signs were unmistakable.
Her skin turned clammy, her body taut. Then she started to tremble—only a bit at first, but then it took over her body. I used my free hand to hold her by her stomach. With the other one, I relentlessly massaged her clit. I found the rhythm that brought her the most pleasure, and I kept on just like that. She arched back, pushing herself into me. Her head rolled to one side as she cried out my name, her entire body undulating.
I wanted to kiss her, but it was impossible in this position, so I simply kept moving my hips and circling her clit until she calmed down and seemed to regain control of her body again. She straightened up and turned around slowly. Her smile was everything that was right in this world. She kissed my jaw and moved her mouth down my neck.
I dropped my head back, enjoying her touch. I liked her mouth on me, exploring me. She moved to one shoulder, then lowered herself, slowly making a crisscross pattern with her mouth on my torso. She wrapped a hand around my cock and squeezed hard. It felt incredible, but after I’d rubbed against her pussy, this wasn’t nearly enough.
“Vivienne,” I grunted. “I need you. Now.” I looked down at her. She was grinning and immediately rose, still squeezing my erection. Then I kissed her. Yes, I wanted to sink inside her, but I also wanted to kiss her; I needed her mouth more than I could explain. I loved kissing Vivienne. I grabbed her by the ass, bringing her to the height I wanted, then stumbled backward when she started to move up and down, rubbing herself against my cock.
I lifted her off the couch and walked until I reached the wall, I turned around, pushing Vivienne against it and then sinking inside her.
She responded to my kiss with even more intensity. Being inside her was such a rush that I didn’t even need to move at first. I just needed to feel. “Your pussy feels so damn good,” I whispered in her ear, nibbling at her earlobe. “I love it.”
In response, she started to move her hips. Closing my eyes, I placed my mouth in the crook of her neck. I wanted more contact, and I couldn’t focus enough on kissing and fucking at the same time. This woman was messing with my senses in the best way possible. “Vivienne, this is so damn good,” I grunted between thrusts. She whimpered and moaned but didn’t reply. She was too far gone for that. We were both chasing the high. I held her with one hand, and she must have realized I wanted to take the other one away, because she immediately put her hands on my shoulders. I reached between us, pinching her clit.
“Jason, ohhhh!” I straightened up, wanting to see her.This moment was so intense that I knew it would claim every single part of me.
Miraculously, I didn’t have any problems with that. In fact, I was looking forward to losing control completely to Vivienne, without any guilt threatening to come to the surface. This thing between us was feral.
I wanted to cup her face, but I needed to be able to touch her far more freely. Against the wall, it was going to be impossible, so I moved her away quickly and carried her straight back to the couch and lowered her down.
I put one of her legs on my shoulder, keeping the other one at my side. I liked this angle; she was spread out good for me. Moving down, I pressed my finger on her clit as I slid inside her all at once. She was wet, and we were both so damn ready for the orgasm. I moved back and forth with precise and quick thrusts. She grabbed at the throw pillows and began to thrash, rolling her head from left to right.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.” I loved the way her breasts moved as she writhed beneath me. When her mouth began to tremble, especially her lower lip, I knew she was right there. She came a second later, which sent me over the edge instantly.
One minute I was watching her, and the next, I didn’t even know where I was. The orgasm ricocheted throughout my body. I blinked rapidly, but my eyes watered.
I tried to breathe in deeply, but I couldn’t. The pleasure took up too much space in my body to allow for anything else, even air. I groaned, letting out all the pent-up tension within me.
Our sounds filled the office. Neither of us was holding back. My back spasmed, and I rolled my shoulders backward and then forward, careful not to collapse over Vivienne. At least I had enough self-awareness left for that. I pulled out of her carefully once she stopped thrashing around.
She was smiling, eyes closed. We’d both worked up a sweat. Her hair clung to her cheeks, and I moved it away carefully, kissing that spot of skin. Her smile widened even more as I pulled back. Then she turned her head in my direction, opening her eyes.
“Hmmmm, that was something,” she whispered without elaborating. She didn’t need to, though. I knew exactly what she was referring to. It wasn’t just the pleasure, although that was powerful. There was something else here. We both knew it.
I just hoped she wouldn't come to regret it.In that moment, I realized that I’d burn the world down for her. Except that she was married and she wasn’t my wife. Yet.I just hoped that Vivienne wouldn't get inside of her own head too soon.
“Don’t do that, Viv. Don’t retreat on me.” She dipped her head down and exhaled deeply. I pressed two fingers to her chin to tip it up to look into my eyes. “Sweetheart, I told you there was no going back and I meant it. We have something special here and I know this complicates things. But I’ve spent the last few years living with regrets. This thing between the two of us is not one of them. We’ll figure this out, together. Just promise me, Viv, that you won’t put distance between us.”
She smiled sweetly up at me and pressed a soft kiss to my lips and hugged me. When was the last time I let someone hold me like this?
“I don’t regret this, Jason. I can’t. I’ve never felt more alive and free than I am with you. But please be patient with me. Give me time, please.”
She didn’t know this, but I would wait a million and one days for her. Now we just needed to navigate the new us and find a way to make it work.