Weeks turned into months and Jonathan and I tried to see each other as much as possible; before we knew it almost a year had passed and we were still going strong. One day, shortly before the holidays, he stopped by my office unexpectedly and I was relieved to see him. I felt like the grant writing process never ended and I was tired of looking at data and figures.

Jonathan was a much welcomed distraction as he popped his head around the edge of my door and smiled at me.

“Hey there,” he said entering my office with a bag of Chinese food. “I figured you would be hungry.”

He placed the bag on my desk and said, “Where’s your co-worker slash best friend, Luz?”

I sighed, “She had an appointment with her chiropractor today. She’ll be gone for at least the next hour.”

“So you’re all alone.”

“Yep and bogged down with work.”

“That’s too bad,” he said shoving a pile of papers that I was looking at to the side.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?”

“You work too hard. You should play a little.”

“We did enough playing the other day at your place.” I said even though the look in his eyes was definitely making my heart pound and I knew that I was already getting wet in anticipation.

He got up and closed and locked my door. “Take your panties off,” he ordered.

“No! Are you kidding me? I’m at work.”

He sighed, walked around my desk and pulled me up and sat down in my office chair in front of me.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked exasperated more because I couldn’t control the fact that I was already heavily aroused.

“Take them off,” he repeated again and I looked around and then slowly did as he said.

I slid my panties off, not bothering to take off my skirt and he stared at me from his seated position in my office chair and slowly unzipped his pants. He released his long, thick member and I felt my sex clench in anticipation of him inside of me.

“Come here,” he said and I complied eagerly, straddling him and bracing my thighs as far apart as I could. His sex bopped against my moist opening and I sucked in a breath as he unbuttoned my top just enough so that the swell of my breasts were revealed.

“God you’re sexy,” he breathed and I gasped as he grabbed my inner thighs parted my legs even more and started fingering me. He was gentle and I groaned as he dove one finger and then two into my wetness stopping, as he always did, to lick his fingers that he pulled out of me, as if I were a delicate exotic flavour and he couldn’t get enough.

When he was done tasting me, he braced my hips in his hands and gradually guided my hips down until his member parted the entry to my sex. He slipped in easily and I bit back a scream. He filled me to the helm. I felt my inner muscles clench and quiver around his shaft, gripping him so hard, I thought I would orgasm right there and then, but I pushed my orgasm back and started to ride him, lifting my hips up and down, taking him in and then pushing him out.

With each movement, my breasts jiggled and I attempted to get closer to him.

“Damn, what a beautiful sight,” he said his voice thick with lust as he stared at my breasts. I barely heard him as I was too busy trying to get his sex deeper into me. The chair was too limiting and I frustratingly attempted to grind my hips down to take in more of him to no avail.

I hadn’t noticed that Jonathan had his head back with his eyes closed until I stopped moving and looked up at him. He immediately opened his eyes and said, “What’s wrong? Keep going, sweetheart.”

“I... I... I can’t get you deep enough,” I complained and he immediately stood up, grabbing me around the waist without withdrawing from me and planted me on top of my desk. He spread my legs wide and started to thrust into me, knocking papers off my desk as he mercilessly pounded into me.

“Jonathan!” I screamed as I began to come, our lovemaking loud and messy as I was so wet now that you could practically hear his thickness collide with my wetness every time he slid inside of me.

“Oh, Mia. Oh, God you feel so good, Mia.” He said as he grabbed hold of the desk and used it to anchor himself as his steady thrusts became out of control movements and he began furiously pumping his shaft inside of me.

I lost it at that moment and screamed his name as I began to come hard, my inner muscles gripping his shaft for dear life, pressing down and quivering around his length, until he gave a hoarse shout and spewed his seed inside of me. I liked the feel of his warmth spilling inside of me and the pleasure of knowing that I made him come, sent me into orgasm all over again and as I shook and began to scream his name, he swallowed my screams with a rough kiss, stroking my hair and placing gentle kisses across my cheeks.

He slowly pulled out of me and I felt my eyelids grow heavy.

“No post coital cuddle for you, missy. You’re still at work, remember?” he said to me gently as he helped me down from my desk.

He bent over and picked up my panties and helped me step back into them before righting my shirt.

He then put his member back in his pants and gave me another hard kiss on the mouth.

“I have to head back to the dojo tonight. I’ll see you when you drop Lincoln off. Bye sweetheart,” he said leaning in for one last kiss and then he was gone.

I turned around to head back to my desk and he suddenly reappeared, looking nervous. “Umm… and do you think you could wear something nice tonight? I have something special planned.” And then he practically sprinted away and I stared curiously after him, not used to ever seeing Jonathan nervous, wondering if tonight that something special would come in a little black box…