CHAPTER TWENTY
Nick
With my hand on her wrist, I can feel her pulse racing with the tension in this room.
A room that is feeling smaller by the second.
I didn’t mean to grab her, but it was like my body was reacting to every thought I have had of her over the past few weeks.
Weeks that I had spent doing everything in my power not to see her.
I stopped going on outdoor runs, I avoided her favorite bar, took meetings as far from the emergency department as possible, and kept any necessary contact to short, professional, emails.
I knew I couldn’t be friends with this woman.
I had to have more, or nothing at all, and if nothing was what she wanted then that’s what I would be.
Something shifted this afternoon.
As she turns back to me, I see the worry in her expression. More than that though, I see the heaviness in her eyes, the subtle parting of her full lips, and the lift of her chest as her breathing starts too…well, match mine.
“I asked you a question Marcy. Knowing I haven’t been with anyone. Don’t want to be with anyone else. Does knowing that do something to change how you feel about me?” I can’t take it.
The heat between us is emanating, my cock already hardening at the sight of her eyes landing on my mouth.
In a beat, she is standing between my legs as I stay seated on the edge of my desk.
The proximity is too much, but I want her to make the move.
I want her to want this. She has to want this as much as I do.
“Yes,” she finally whispers. The answer I knew but wasn’t sure she would admit to herself.
I still don’t know what she is so afraid of, but I find it difficult to focus on that as she takes a finger and traces it lightly over my lips. She takes a deep breath, and like that has made up her mind, her mouth is suddenly on me and relief shutters through my whole being.
Her lips are so soft, and she presses them firmly into mine.
I meet her pace and intensity as she slowly opens her mouth to let me explore and now there is no way of hiding my rock-hard erection as she presses her body into mine.
Our tongues exploring one another, I move one of my hands to her hip and allow the other to tease her neck and hair, twirling her curls in my hand as our kissing intensifies.
It’s so sensual, so mutual, our energy is desperate, yet we aren’t rushing.
We tease each other’s mouths, and I know this is the kiss I have been missing my entire life.
I’ve kissed enough women to know that nothing will top this.
Her smell, her softness, her gentle moans, the taste of her. I want to taste all of her.
When I’m leaning back this way, we are about equal height.
She adjusts her stance so that she is now straddling one of my legs, and I can feel the intense heat of her core against my thigh.
I increase my grip on her hip, trying to grasp as much of her pillowy ass in my hand as I can.
My other hand tugs at the base of her neck, exposing her jaw to me as I kiss and suck my way from her mouth, working down to her exposed collar bone that I never want to see covered again.
She’s trying to stifle her moans, which only makes me want to hear them more.
“Marcy” I say, half asking, half begging. She tilts her head so we are looking in each other’s eyes. “Is this okay?”
She doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
“I don’t want to fuck you for the first time in this office.” I half-whisper to her. Her eye lids still heavy with desire. “But I want to make you feel incredible. Do you trust me to do that? Do you trust me to make you come?”
Again, she doesn’t hesitate. “Yes, I want more.”
“Thank fucking god.”
I start to kiss her neck again, making her head tilt back so I can focus on this spot just below her ear that keeps making her whimper.
I take control of her hips, pushing her down onto my thigh to encourage all her weight there, and then rock her slowly but firmly against my muscle.
I can feel how warm and wet she is getting through the thin fabrics of our clothes.
Her little moans continue, and my dick is all but busting out of my pants.
While she finds her rhythm against my leg, I reach my hands up the back of her sweater and feel the perspiration on her back as I wrap my body around hers and help her grind into me.
With one hand left up the back of her shirt, to hold her in place, I use the other to cup her breast under her lacy bra and start to tease her nipple with a firm but slow rotation of my fingers.
She whimpers into my mouth again and I envelope her in kisses.
I move to the other breast to do the same, her large tits tailored for my palms.
Made for me and only me.
She’s coming undone and I can’t stop myself from needing more. Still kissing her, one arm still helping her stay up, I use the other hand to tease the band on her leggings before sliding my hand inside them, and then inside her panties. “Is this still okay?”
“Stop asking me that.” Got it.
The stretch allows me plenty of comfort to cup her pussy in my palm. I had no idea how much I appreciated leggings. “Sit back down on my hand.” She does, and I nearly come from how wet she is for me. “Now keep rocking.”
She rocks and grinds herself onto my hand, the heel of my palm pressing against her clit, creating delicious friction each time she moves.
She is starting to lose what is left of her control, and my hand grows slicker.
I slow her just long enough to slip two fingers inside of her, keeping the rest of my hand splayed around her, the heel of my palm still applying pressure to her clit.
She is gasping as I start to coax the inside of her with my fingers.
Now I can feel her walls begin to tremble and tighten, my dick is pressed against her leg, her arms wrapped around my neck as we continue to lick and lap at each other while she gets closer and closer to the edge.
When I can tell she can barely take anymore, my hand soaking, I press my thumb against her clit and make a couple slow circles.
That’s all it takes. She is writhing in my lap, undulating on my fingers, burying her head into my shoulder as I hold her forcefully with my free arm, not allowing her to pull away from the intensity of her orgasm.
“Good girl,” I whisper into her ear, “ride it out, you are doing so well. You came so fucking perfectly for me.” She’s whining now, lost in her pleasure, she throws her hair back as she starts to come down, and I couldn’t look away if I wanted to.
She’s so damn gorgeous in the messiness of the moment.
I don’t know how I thought I could ever stay away from her, when she so clearly must be mine.