Serik
I watch her from across the ops room, the harbor displayed through the glass behind her like a backdrop she was always meant to stand in.
She hasn’t touched the Gdansk contract since I said those words.
Her fingers rest on the edge of the page but they don’t move.
The pen she retrieved earlier sits beside her now, forgotten.
I know exactly what I’ve done to her focus, and the knowledge sits hot in my chest.
"No," I agree. "I do not imagine you are."
She looks up at me then, and the composure she rebuilt after our kiss has cracked wide open.
Her cheeks carry a flush that has nothing to do with the cardigan she wears.
I stay seated because I promised myself I wouldn’t push.
She has to choose this. But my body has other ideas, my blood pooling low as I remember the way she rose into that kiss earlier, fist tight in my shirt like she was claiming something overdue.
I push my chair back slowly. The wheels make a quiet sound against the floor. "Tell me what you need."
She stands too. The movement is decisive, the same way she crossed the room to clean my hand last night. No hesitation once she has made the calculation. She walks around the table toward me, eyes locked on mine.
"I need you to stop talking about what you would do if I were carrying your child. Or I need you to show me."
The words hit me like a breaker against the hull.
I reach for her before I can talk myself out of it, one hand sliding to the small of her back, the other cupping the side of her neck.
She comes to me easily, mouth already tilting up.
This kiss isn’t careful like the first one.
It’s hungry and savage. Her lips part under mine and I taste the coffee we shared earlier.
She presses closer, her body fitting against me in a way that makes every plan I had for the afternoon evaporate.
My hands move down her sides, learning the shape of her curves through the soft wool. She makes a small sound into my mouth when my fingers find the hem of the cardigan and slip beneath it to the T-shirt underneath. Her skin is warm, smooth. I trace the line of her waist and feel her shiver.
"Here?" I ask against her lips, giving her one last out.
"Here." She pulls back just enough to meet my eyes. "Right now. In the room where you work. Where I work now too."
That’s all I need. I lift her onto the clear edge of the table, papers scattering under her.
She laughs once, low and surprised, then hooks her legs around my hips and draws me in.
The sound goes straight to my cock. My tongue slides against hers while my hands push the cardigan off her shoulders.
It falls to the table behind her. Her T-shirt follows, tugged up and over her head and thrown to the floor.
She isn’t wearing anything underneath it.
The sight of her bare tits in the daylight coming through the windows steals my breath.
"Beautiful," I murmur, bending to take one nipple into my mouth.
I suck gently at first, then harder when she arches into me with a gasp.
Her fingers thread through my hair, holding me there.
I switch to the other side, tasting her, learning what makes her breath catch.
My free hand slides up her thigh, over the loose trousers she chose this morning.
Her hands fumble with the button before she wriggles them down her hips without breaking the kiss.
She is already wet when I reach in to find the heat between her legs.
"Serik," she breathes, rocking against my fingers.
I straighten and kiss her again, pulling her panties aside and sliding two fingers inside her while my thumb finds her clit.
She is tight, hot, and so responsive that I have to fight not to rush.
I stroke her steadily, curling my fingers until her head falls back and she moans my name again.
The sound echoes softly in the glass walled room, mixing with the distant hum of the port below us.
I need more. I pull my hand away long enough to strip off her trousers and underwear completely.
She helps, lifting her hips, her eyes dark with the same need I feel.
She reaches for my belt, her hands steady as she opens my pants and frees me.
When her fingers wrap around my cock, I groan and press my forehead to hers.
She strokes me as she guides me closer until I can line up and push inside her slowly, savoring every inch as her body opens for me. Her perfect pussy yields and grips me tight. When I am fully seated, I stay there a moment, letting us both feel it. Then I start to move.
The rhythm builds fast. The table creaks under us.
She meets every thrust, nails digging into my shoulders through my shirt.
I kiss her neck, her jaw, her mouth, whispering against her skin how good she feels, how right this is.
My hand finds her breast again, pinching the nipple lightly while I drive deeper.
She tightens around me, breath coming in sharp pants. "Don't stop. Please."
I don’t stop. I don’t think I could if I tried.
I angle my hips to find the spot that makes her cry out.
Her legs lock tighter around me. The tension coils in her body until it snaps.
She comes hard, pulsing around my cock, my name falling from her lips like a prayer.
The sight and feel of her pushes me over the edge right after her.
I bury myself deep and finish with a low groan, hips jerking against hers as pleasure whites out everything else.
We stay locked together, breathing hard. I kiss her softly now, brushing damp hair from her forehead. She smiles against my mouth, the kind of smile that says she has already started recalculating everything between us.
"This is going to make working in here complicated," I say, voice rough.
"I agree," she answers, still wrapped around me.
“I wanted to take that slower,” I murmur, leaning back so I can look at her. Her chest and neck are flushed, her nipples still peaked and pebbled, goosebumps race over her arms.
I slowly begin to move, my cock still half hard inside her. Her eyes flash with surprise but I can see she is on board and not too sensitive.
“You’re so much more than I expected,” I say, running my hands over her body as she leans back on her elbows.
I drop my eyes to wear my cock is making short, lazy strokes in and out of her cunt, my cum frothing at where we’re joined. My balls are tight and tingling, spent and wanting a break. But I can’t make myself stop. Not with her spread out like this in front of me.
“Lift your legs back,” I say and does as I ask, stretching her thighs apart and giving me a better view of her pussy as I slide in and out, already fully hard and throbbing. Her pretty thatch of hair is glistening with our mixed juices, driving me even more insane with need.
I press her legs back, watching her face to make sure she isn’t uncomfortable.
“I’m going to pull out, but I don’t want you to lose any of my cum,” I say by way of explanation. She nods and lies all the way back, her body covering pages of contracts and manifest and maps and I don’t care one bit.
My cock twitches as I slowly drag it from her tight hole.
I immediately bend and put my face between her thighs, sucking and licking her until she is trembling with such violence on the table that I’m not sure it can hold out.
Right as she reaches the edge, I take my mouth from her and stroke my fingers over her entrance.
She lets out a frustrated moan and lifts her head, her eyes locking on mine.
“Patience,” I say. “I want to make you come so good that your muscles clench harder than ever before and pull all of my cum so deep that it has no choice but to take. I want you pregnant before we’re even officially married.”
Her pupils blow and she drops her head back down on the table with another moan, her entire body still shaking.
I should wait for the trembling to subside, let her come back down enough that it feels like starting all over, but as I watch her twitching in front of me, my cock swells impossibly more and begins leaking at the tip.
Blood is pounding in my ears. I feel like I’m drowning beneath the weight of my need to fuck her full again. I can’t stop myself from devouring her, she tastes like both of us and her clit is swollen and begging to be licked.
She gets close again, I can tell by the way her pussy starts to clench around nothing, her entrance tightening as it looks for the friction it so desperately needs.
Precum is leaking from me now in a steady stream of glittery liquid, dripping on the floor between us. Just a little further, I think to myself.
Her legs begin shaking more violently against my hands and I know this is it, this is the moment. I stand, grab both of her tits in my hands and squeeze as I ram my cock into her pussy, letting it milk my aching balls dry as she comes apart.
“Fu—” is all she manages as wave after wave of pleasure courses through her. Papers fall to the floor, the table groans beneath us, but I don’t care.
My head falls back, unable to hold itself upright as my knees go weak, and the final ropes of cum sputter out of me in desperation to breed her.
We stay like that for a long moment, catching our breath, coming back to reality…
My cock wilts out of her, begging for a break, but the moment my eyes land on her dripping pussy, it’s like I’m possessed.
I slide two fingers inside her, pushing the small drop of cum that tried to escape with my cock back in while she shivers on the table.
“Well,” I finally manage. “It looks like we’ll be staying here for a while.”