Chapter 32
CHAPTER 32
C orinne. Monday
It was “work as usual” when I sensed that people around me were looking up from their cubicles, their attention going from work to something else. I looked up as well and saw the reason why. The boss had come down to visit again.
Elijah’s eyes swept the Call Center like the beacon of a lighthouse. They came to rest on me for just a second, and he sent just the hint of a smile in my direction. I smiled back, more openly. Why should anyone think anything untoward about that , I reasoned. Why would I not be happy to see the boss?
Brett leaned over in my direction and asked, “Is it just my imagination or is he coming down here more often lately?”
I didn’t answer. Why on Earth , I wondered with a lingering smile, would anyone think Elijah was coming down more frequently? You’d think there was some reason he was visiting us more often than he used to.
Elijah began to work the room, walking in the opposite direction from my cubicle, but I guessed he meant to circle back around to me. He made me think of the Captain of a ship, walking the deck and showing himself to his crew. He said hello to everyone and asked how they were doing, and seemed genuinely interested in whatever they had to say. What a good mood he was in , I thought. What might be the reason for that?
As I expected, he did come around to where I was sitting. But unlike all the others, Elijah came all the way into my cubicle and offered me his hand.
I took his hand as he asked very courteously, “And, how are you doing this morning, Corinne?”
“Very well, Elijah,” I said, very demurely in spite of my thoughts at the moment being anything but.
“Good,” he said. “You know, if there’s ever anything you need, anything at all…” He let it go at that.
“Yes, I know, thank you,” I replied.
Every eye in the place was already trained on the sight of the boss having stepped into my cubicle with me. I could practically feel all those eyes bulging at what happened next. Elijah leaned over and kissed me — just a peck on the forehead, but more than he’d done, and more than he would have done, for anyone else present. And, I just smiled at him, pretending that my toes weren’t curling and my shoulders and neck weren’t tingling.
“Well, carry on, then,” said Elijah. “And, have a great morning.”
“I will,” I said. “And same to you.”
Elijah strode out of my cubicle and back towards the outer hall, where Steven, the curly-haired intern who said Elijah was “easy on the eyes,” had come back from what was probably a bathroom break just in time to see the little kiss that I’d gotten from the boss. Elijah greeted Steven and shook his hand on the way out, and Steven, flabbergasted and slack-jawed, walked over in my direction.
While a murmur of surprise and fascination rose up in the Call Center after Elijah left, and all eyes stayed fixed on me in disbelief and amazement (and probably a good amount of envy), Steven stared at me. He seemed to be focusing the mood of the entire place like a magnifying glass and shining it all right onto me. “What was that? ” he asked, astonished.
“He’s just a good boss,” I replied, sighing.
“No kidding!” he reacted, looking in the direction where Elijah went, obviously wishing for a Elijah of his own. I hoped he’d get one soon.
“We’re just…working on something, that’s all,” I added.
Knowingly, Steven said, “I’ll bet!” And he walked off, taking with him what I guessed were his very accurate conclusions about the situation.
A little later, a text came on my phone. It was from Elijah.
Lunch?
Yes, I texted back.
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On the elevator ride down to the lobby, Elijah asked me, “Is that same sandwich shop all right? We don’t have to go there if it reminds you of…you know. We can absolutely go somewhere else.”
The elevator opened and we and the other people headed for lunch stepped out into the lobby. “No, it’s okay,” I said. “That place is fine. They serve good food, and it’s not their fault that…you know who…showed up that day. And, I need to work on not being neurotic about your past. It’ll be good.”
“You’re sure?” Elijah checked.
“Yes, I’m sure,” I said on the way out.
It gave me a very good feeling to know he was so aware of, and concerned about, my feelings. He was committed to showing me that he really was a good guy.
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After lunch, we climbed back into Elijah’s car in the parking lot. But before he started the engine, I reached over and touched his hand. He looked over curiously at me.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
“Very okay,” I said. “I was just remembering what I told you about the reason I let things happen between us. I told you that I’d fallen in love with you. I still feel that way.”
A soft, warm look came over him, one that made his perfectly handsome, masculine face even more handsome. “I wanted it to happen…not just for what it was, which was incredible, but because I fell in love with you, too.”
Elijah leaned over and kissed me. The kiss felt as if the pilot light were suddenly lighting up the burner after it had been out for a while. The fire was as strong as ever. We couldn’t stop. One kiss melted into another.
Eventually, while holding on to his necktie, I suggested, “Your place?”
He had the engine started and backed out of the space in nothing flat.
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If the elevator of his building had stopped between the lobby and the penthouse, anyone getting on would have been treated to quite a show.
Elijah had me up against the elevator wall. Our mouths worked hungrily at each other. I loosened and whipped off his tie while he slipped his hand up my skirt and under my panties, feeling for my pussy. His kisses told me how urgently he wanted it, and it was all I could do to stop myself from halting the elevator between floors, taking down his trousers, and releasing his dick on the spot.
When the car reached the top floor, we bounded out, Elijah’s tie in my hand and his hand going for his belt buckle. Was he actually horny enough to do it to me right here in the hall? No one else lived up here. No one else would see.
But instead, we crossed the short distance from the elevator to his door, he punched the code to open it, and in a flurry of movement, we were together in his living room with the door slamming shut behind us. I dropped his tie and grabbed him by his suit jacket lapels, and pulled him to me. We exploded into the most passionate kiss yet.
Elijah practically tore off his jacket and went for the buttons of his dress shirt. “Get your fucking clothes off; I want your pussy right here.”
Loosening my blouse, I whispered breathlessly, “On the floor?” Granted, his carpeting was pretty soft, but…
Whipping off his shirt, he said, “On the couch. Get your gorgeous ass naked.” He started untying his shoes. “Never mind the bed; I’ve got to get my dick in you right now.”
No words I’d ever heard in my life had excited me as much as those. Seconds later, I was down to my bra and panties and Elijah was totally naked, his erect cock aimed at me like a missile. He grabbed me, making me let out a yelp, and carried me with arms and legs wrapped around him to the couch, where he dropped me down on my back.
Moving like lightning, he relieved me of the last things I had on. I whimpered with anticipation as Elijah pulled my thighs up around his hips and did exactly as he said he wanted to do. In one smooth motion, he had the mushroom head of his glans through my labia and the steely, fleshy cylinder of his penis all the way inside my vagina.
Elijah’s body pressing me down onto the cushions of his expensive sofa and his cock penetrating my pussy once again made all the feelings I’d had on my own couch and in his bed come blasting back to life inside me with all the force and power of the blasting, thrusting beats of his throbbing member.
As broken hearted as I’d been at the thought of never having him on top of me and inside me again, still I had not been able to stop reliving those hours of being fucked so passionately, so savagely — so beautifully — by the most perfect man I’d ever met. Everything that I’d felt then returned to me now, and I held on to his muscular shoulders, crying out, “Oh yes, Elijah! Oh yes, fuck me! Fuck me! ”
His breath hot against my face and his dick banging like a jackhammer inside my pussy, Elijah gasped and groaned, “Yeah…fuck yeah…FUCK yeah. Damn, Corinne, I’ve missed your pussy. You’re so fucking tight. So fucking tight. I want your cunt so bad…”
My body and my sex welcomed Elijah home. I wrapped myself around him, receiving him and giving myself to him totally. And, he responded by fucking me harder than he’d ever done on that one perfect Saturday. His driving, pounding tool let me know without a doubt that he wanted it to belong to me and that he wanted my pussy to belong to him.
He sounded as delirious as I felt, humping me with all the power in his exquisite muscles, thrusting inside me so hard as to make me think we’d both go flying limb from limb. “You’re so fucking tight. Your pussy’s so fucking tight. Oh, shit, Corinne, I need to fuck you. Oh…oh, shit… ”
Consumed with joy at being battered and hammered that way inside my once-virginal womanhood by his awesome maleness, I sucked at his lips and chin and moaned up at him, “Don’t stop. Don’t take it out; oh God, oh God, don’t stop. Fuck me, Elijah, just fuck me…”
I became the more-than-willing captive of Elijah’s lust. Reunited with his cock, submitting to his body, I knew that he could have my complete and willing submission forever if he wanted it. I would serve up my body and my pussy to him as much he demanded because this man was so uncannily beautiful, and he so obviously lived to fuck, that there was nothing else to do.
He kissed and nibbled my neck and shoulders, driving me ever more insane with pleasure. He gasped and grunted at me, “I love your pussy. I love you. I love your pussy.” He sucked where my neck met my shoulder. “I need your pussy. I love to fuck you. Oh, shit, you’re so tight. I love to fuck you…”
I responded as if he had been fucking me for years. I pushed up against him, savoring the press of his hot balls against me and the throbbing and pulsing of his entire dick reaching for my womb. I moaned and wailed under him, begging him for more, for everything that he had.
And, Elijah delivered. He rammed his dong hard into me and held it all the way in, making me feel as if my insides were churning and molten. I clutched at his back so hard that I was sure that I must be leaving red marks up and down his muscles. Neither of us cared. We were both completely overtaken.
His dick continued to claim me, plunging into me, plundering me, lifting me up to greater pleasure than I ever knew was possible. He had not even started with foreplay. He hadn’t been romantic about it at all — he had demanded my pussy on the spot and I was ecstatic to give it to him. After not having his cock inside me for so long, I cared about foreplay as much as he did. All I wanted was that cock.
As much as I wanted to forget everything else and let him hump me forever, I knew what to expect soon, and as soon as the thought entered my mind, he came up on his elbows and grunted desperately at me, “I’m gonna come. Shit, I can’t stop it; I’m gonna come. I’m gonna shoot… Oh, shit! ”
The pulsing of his prick inside my wet, clutching passage grew hotter, more intense. From the way he threw back his head and let out a sound like birth and death at once, I knew it was happening. At this very moment, Elijah’s hot cream must be shooting and pouring into the depths of my pussy.
I whimpered loudly with him. Elijah’s coming was filling me up with his cream, the wet, slippery expression of his ultimate desire and love — a feeling that I returned twice as strongly.
He settled down on top of me, panting hard, his dick still hard and throbbing inside me. He stayed still only for a moment as I relaxed my arms and legs and reached down his back to grope and caress the muscular roundness of his ass. His ass in my hands, his cock pulsing inside my pussy, his thick cum flowing into me — nothing could be more perfect.
He gathered his senses enough to start pumping his lingering boner slowly inside me, fucking my pussy tenderly and gently while taking my mouth in soft, sweet kisses. I hadn’t come to an orgasm of my own this time, but I didn’t care. He had fully reignited our love in this stolen time of renewed sex. I knew he’d make up for it very well soon enough.
When his boner subsided and slipped out of me, Elijah stayed on top of me, continuing to kiss me as we savored how wet and sticky his fucking had made us down below. Softly, he said, “You have a really tight pussy. The tightest I’ve ever had. Damn, I love that.” He ground his pubes against mine, creating in me a new spike of pleasure. “You squeezed the fucking cum right out of me.”
Stroking and petting his ass cheeks, I said, “I love your cock. It feels so perfect every time. I’ve missed your cock.” With another kiss, I said, “And, I’ve missed you. ”
He rested his head on my shoulders and let me continue groping his buttocks. “Damn, I wish I could just carry you off to bed now and hump you and shoot my load in your tights little pussy for the rest of the day.”
“Oh, I would love that,” I sighed. “But…do you think my boss will be mad at me for taking such a long lunch?”
Elijah lifted his head back up and there was the naughtiest look on his face. “That guy? He’s a fucking horndog. Trust me, he just got laid so great, he won’t care. My boss, on the other hand, will be a little pissed, since I just realized there’s a meeting this afternoon, and I’m going to be late for it.” He kissed me again. “Unfortunately, we’re going to have to get dressed again.” Another kiss. “But, I will be picking up where I left off with your pussy.”
It was almost painful to get up from Elijah’s sofa and pull our clothes back on. But as that deliciously wonderful dick that had just been inside me disappeared into his briefs, I looked forward to picking up where I left off.