Jameson draws me towards him in a hug and our bare skin touches. I rest my head against his chest and he kisses the top of my head. We stand like that for a few seconds. It feels nice.

These are the moments that I want to hold on to. The moments that have made me realize that I want to spend more and more time with him. I want to be with him.

I bring my hands to the hem of his pants. We move apart a little, giving me better access, so I can unbutton his pants. He wordlessly watches my hands at work.

Once he’s unbuttoned and unzipped, I slide my hand in and feel his cock. I grasp it lightly and I hear Jameson inhale sharply. He’s a lot bigger than I expected. And hard as a rock.

“It’s bigger than I expected.”

There I go again, just blurting out whatever’s on my mind. Jameson places his hand on my shoulder to steady himself.

“Are you worried?”

His voice is strained, which might be due to the fact that I’ve started to stroke him. It felt like the right thing to do and I’m proud of the effect it’s having on him.

His breathing has picked up and I love that I can do this to him. He said he wants to watch me come undone, but…

“I want to watch you come undone.” I start to stroke him more vigorously, but he grabs my hand and stops me.

“Not that I wouldn’t love that, but I have every intention of coming inside of you. With a condom on, of course.”

My skin flushes just thinking about it. I remove my hand from his pants. Not sure what to do, I grab my arm with my hand and stand awkwardly. Jameson lifts my chin up with his finger.

“Why don’t you jump up on my desk?” I nod and sit myself down. “Now, lie down.”

I slowly bring my back against the smooth surface of Jameson’s desk. It’s cold against my back and I arch up slightly before settling. My hands grip the edge, waiting for his next order.

Instead of another command, he places his hands on either side of me. He brings his mouth down on my nipple and sucks on it. My hands grip the edge tighter. He moves on to my other nipple and I moan with pleasure. He leaves my breast and trails kisses down my stomach. He reaches the edge of my pants and I twist my neck to look at him.

“Are we doing this again? I mean, not that I’m complaining.”

“Mmhm.” 

Jameson is between my legs and he yanks my pants and underwear off. He pulls me to the edge of the desk and once again I can feel his breath between my legs. He kisses the inside of my thighs and then begins his skillful stimulation of my pussy.

He sticks his tongue inside me and I arch my back, feeling the pleasure run up my body. He licks my folds, but manages to avoid the ‘spot.’ But it still feels so good. He doesn’t make me wait long, though. He sucks on my clit and I have my first orgasm of the night – hoping I’ll have more. This man is making me become an addict, wanting my next fix of the earth-shattering orgasms he gives me.

Jameson removes himself from between my legs and his mouth makes kisses up my stomach. When he kisses my mouth, I can taste the remnants of me on his lips and I wonder what he tastes like. He moves his mouth over to my cheek and lightly brushes his lips against it.

“I know I said I wanted to bend you over my desk, but then I wouldn’t be able to watch your face as you have an orgasm.”

Well, we wouldn’t want that.

“Then fuck me against the wall,” I suggest.

I’m starting to accept that I have a bit of a dirty mind. And, a dirty mouth. I sometimes still can’t believe some of the things I say when I’m around Jameson, but I’m getting accustomed to it.

Jameson smiles at my proposal and I think he’s going to accept it. He removes the rest of his clothes, so now we’re both naked, and he moves back on top of me. I think he also managed to put on a condom. His swiftness reminds me how experienced he is, but I push that thought to the back of mind, refusing to let it bother me now.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

I do what he says and he picks me up off his desk. I wrap my arms around his neck and place my chin in the crook of his neck. It’s comforting having his arms around me. My pussy is quivering up against his skin, wanting his cock inside me. My juices are leaking out of me and onto his washboard abs, sliding slowly yet surely down to his cock.

I feel my back hit a wall and lean my head back.

“Are you ready?” he asks. “For me to take you? To pop your sweet little cherry?”

I nod, my heart racing faster than I’ve ever felt it.

“I need to hear you say it.”

I love the command in his voice, the sternness.

“I’m ready for you to take me, Boss.”

He gives me a quick kiss and I feel him position himself at my entrance.

“I’ll go slowly, okay?”

“Okay.” He penetrates me gradually and it’s almost overwhelming. I hold my breath and shut my eyes tight, trying to relax. He stops moving and asks me to open my eyes.

“Do you want me to stop?”

I don’t. I never want him to stop.

“No, keep going. It’s just a… new feeling.”

He keeps going and I squeeze my arms around him tighter, digging my nails into my palms while he slides his big cock further inside my aching pussy.

“Relax. Breathe. We’re almost there.” I hear the restraint in his voice and know he’s holding back. I wonder what he’s like when he’s completely unrestrained? I’d love to see. I let out a long breath and soon he’s completely inside me. “How does that feel?”

“Filling?... Filling. I feel full.”

Everything I’m saying comes out breathy. I love how he’s filling me up completely, crammed into the tightest parts of me. I want him to start moving. I know he’s worried since it’s my first time and I appreciate the concern, but I’m ready for more.

“Whenever you’re ready to commence fucking me, I’m good to go.”

I think I’ve shocked him again, but it passes quickly. He starts to pull out, just as slowly. “I told you—”

He interrupts me with a kiss and then slams into me. I gasp into his mouth, surprised, but happy he did what I asked. Even though there’s some pain, it feels sublime mixed with the pleasure. He continues to pound in and out of me and I hear our bodies slap together. The wall scratches my back and I know I’ll have some bruising, but I don’t care. My senses are on high alert and everything feels that much more intense.

“Oh my god, Jameson!” He doesn’t relent and I get my wish. He’s unrestrained. I bring my nails down his back. I’m not going to be the only one with marks on my backside. “Don’t stop.”

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this.”

If it’s as much as I have then I know it’s a lot. He grabs ahold of my ass cheeks tightly, squeezing and even spanking me a bit. I love it.

“You feel so much better than I imagined. God, you’re so tight.” And I can feel myself getting tighter. “Are you going to come? Are you going to come for me?”

“Yes!”

I know I’m close. My stomach’s in knots, it’s agonizing, but heavenly.

“Then look at me. Look at me as you finish.”

I look at him and finally the tension breaks. I have to close my eyes as my orgasm courses through me so violently. I throw my head against the wall and feel it wash over me as he grinds his hips into my pelvis.

My nails dig into his back so forcefully, I potentially break skin, but I don’t know. I can’t even think straight. My walls pulse around him and I hold on to him for dear life.

Not too long after, Jameson finishes, grunting out my name as he makes his final thrust. “Oh, fuck.”

His face is so calm; I wish I could experience this every day. That I could watch him whenever I wanted. I brush my fingers against his cheek. Our breathing evens out as we both come down.