God, it’s hot when she comes. The first time was great, with her clit in my mouth and my fingers inside of her pussy so that I could feel how she contracts around me. This time, my cock is inside of her when she comes, and it’s fucking spectacular. She clamps down around my cock, and I can feel everything, the way she contracts and relaxes, the way shudders ripple through her body.

When she buries her face against my shoulder, her body still tight around me, against me, I hold onto her. She’s so much smaller than she looks when she moves around – her personality is bigger than she is.

Finally, after the orgasm fades, she lifts her head from my shoulder and looks at me. Her eyes are a little glazed over. When she blinks, it’s a slow blink like she’s still coming back from wherever her orgasm took her.

I pull her toward me and kiss her. The kiss is soft and wet, my tongue sliding between her lips, and she responds with lazy circles of her own tongue around mine.

When I let her go, she sighs. I grab her tits and massage them, kneading them, squeezing them. She’s a little bigger than what fits in my hands comfortably, and it’s perfect – I prefer more than I can handle. Her nipples are hard against my palms. I roll them between my thumbs and forefingers, tug at them. She gasps, her lips parted, her eyes still on mine.

I still can’t tell what she’s thinking. If this is part of her plan, or if she just wants me this fucking bad. And I don’t care. I just want to keep fucking this woman and forget everything else. At least momentarily.

I shift to the side so I can lie down. She’s still on top of me and moves with me. There isn’t a lot of space between me and the back of the couch, but she makes it work. I’m about to ask her if she’s comfortable when she moves her hips again. She clenches her walls, and I shiver. I know women do exercises for this kind of thing, but when I feel it, I shiver. Every time.

She pauses and pulls my tie off before she starts unbuttoning my shirt. Until now, I’ve been fully dressed aside from my cock coming out of my pants like a zenith of lust. When my shirt is unbuttoned, she pushes the material out of the way. She puts her hands on my chest curls her fingers into my chest hair and leans forward to kiss me.

Kylie starts riding me again. She moves in long, slow strokes, sliding herself up my cock until I almost slip out before she slides down again. The sex is intense, but it’s not going to push me over the edge. Part of me is happy she’s drawing it out. Part of me is wildly frustrated.

She keeps up her slow movement her hips rolling over mine. I can feel her ass cheeks on my upper thighs, her pussy squeezing down on me. She looks me in the eye, and it’s very intimate. Eye contact is always intimate during sex.

I look into her eyes and notice that they’re not just brown. Flecks of gold are scattered through the liquid brown of her irises, and her eyes are mesmerizing.

Maybe it’s because she’s on top of me, taking control, that I’m so intoxicated, but I get lost in the feel of her. Her hair hangs over her shoulders, brushing against my bare chest. She doesn’t flick it out of the way, move it to the side. It’s like silk on my chest, soft and gentle and erotic.

I should be concerned. This is exactly why I needed to wait it out, not fuck her yet. I need the upper hand. If I let her get to me, she’ll win before I even know what happened. But my head’s so clouded with needy lust that I just push the thoughts aside and grab her hips, shoving myself hard up into her.

I start moving my hips, helping her as I increase the pace. I turn my hips in circles, gyrating, moving my cock around inside of her. She gasps, her eyes surprised. I touch every inch of her when I do this, stroking different spots, and I pay attention to her breathing, her eyes. I watch her for reaction, to see when I’m hitting the right spots.

It doesn’t take me long to find her G-spot. She’s expressive, and that always helps. There’s nothing as bad as a woman who won’t show you if she’s enjoying herself or not.

I don’t have to wonder about Kylie. I can see every moment of our sex what she’s feeling and how much she likes it.

Now, I’m stroking her G-spot. She’s stopped moving her body so much, and I’m a back in control now. Just the way I like it. I want her to orgasm because of my cock and nothing else. I want her to surrender to me completely.

Her face changes. I can see she’s getting close again, and I know from what women have told me that it feels different when it’s their G-spot I’m working on. Hitting that thin line between pleasure and pain, but in the very best way. Well, I wouldn’t know. All I know is that it’s the sexiest shit on earth when a woman comes because I’m using my cock right.

Kylie closes her eyes and drops her head. Her hair fans over my chest, and I feel her breathing against my abs. She gasps, her breathing shallow and irregular and I take it as a good sign. I move faster and faster but only as much as I can without breaking the motion. I want her to come again.

“Come for me, baby,” I say, and I don’t know if it’s good timing or if my words push her over the edge, but suddenly she comes undone above me. Her body contracts, and I feel the orgasm rip through her almost as much as if I’m the one having it. I concentrate on keeping my own control. It’s getting harder and harder, but I’m not done. She collapses on top of me, and I let her fall apart, relishing in the idea I did this to her.

She takes a moment to recover. She pushes herself up on my chest and looks at me through hooded eyes. God, this O face is my favorite.

I help her off me and move to my office chair. This is a fantasy I’ve had for a long time. The chair is expensive, one of those that has more than enough room for the two of us if we’re clever about it. When I sit down, she gets the idea and climbs onto my lap again. I want her to keep riding me. I want to see her tits swinging back and forth when she rides me. I want her to come yet again before I finish, too.

When I lean back, she shifts with me and starts rocking back and forth. The office chair can lean back a bit, and with our combined weight, it does. She rolls her hips and slides up and down my cock again. She’s so tight now, after her orgasm, and so fucking wet. Her pussy squeezes me with every stroke, and it takes everything I have not to lose it inside of her right now.

She leans into me and lifts her hips so that she slips off me almost all the way before sitting down again. Her tits are almost in my face. I raise my head and take a nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, then bite down. She whimpers but the sound she makes is not from pain, but pleasure.

I reach between us and push my fingers into her pussy. Her movement on top of me rubs her clit up against my fingers, and I don’t have to do much. I keep my hand there, pinched between our bodies, and I see her face flood with an echo of what I saw when she was ready to explode.

“Wait, angel,” I say, and she stops moving. There are questions in her eyes. I pat her hip, and she lifts herself off me and clambers off the chair. I lead her to my desk and push the contents of it to the floor. It’s not a lot – a file or two and a pen holder – and lift her up so that she’s sitting on the desk. I kiss her again, tugging at her nipple before I nudge her back so that she lies down.

I want to taste her. I want to taste us.

When I dip my head between her legs, her thighs fall open for me. I push my tongue into her pussy and drag it over her clit, lapping at her sex, tasting what we taste like mixed together. She moans and squirms. I press one hand on her lower abdomen, hold her thigh with the other and try to keep her still. She gasps. I want her to come again. I want her cum in my mouth again.

I would carry on with it, too, but I don’t have the patience. My cock is throbbing, and I can’t hold it anymore. I want to come inside of her. I want, no need, my release.

I get onto the desk with her, my knees on the edge between her legs before I manage to shift and lay down almost on top of her. For the first time, I’m grateful for the big executive desk with so much space I’ve never been able to use all of it before.

I slam into her, and she cries out but catches herself before it makes too much noise.

When I pull out, it’s all the time I have to go slowly. I start hammering into her, fucking her hard. She gasps and whimpers and does it all quietly enough that I don’t have to worry. I pound into her, my cock slamming home and with every stroke, I can feel my own orgasm building, and her face becomes more intense.

It doesn’t take very long. I have been working on this for a while, now. I bury myself inside of her as far as I can and release my load. I empty myself inside her hot, wet pussy, and my spasming and jerking pushes her over the edge yet again. She comes, too, her body clenching around me, working at the same rhythm, milking me.

When the orgasm is done I collapse on top of her, and we lie on the desk in a tangle of limbs, breathing hard. Her heart hammers against my chest, and our skin is slick where we’re touching.

Finally, I push up and pull out of her, climbing off the desk. I stand in front of her, looking down at what I’ve done. Her pussy is swollen and glistening with our sex. Her body is exposed, her tits large and beautiful on her chest, and her black skirt cuts the long, milky line of her body.

She sits up. I tuck my cock back into my pants, satisfied now, and zip myself up. I offer her a box of tissues to clean up and turn to the window to allow her some privacy. It’s one thing to see a woman so exposed, it’s another to witness her taking care of herself after the fact. Some things deserve to stay private.

I hear rustling, and when she finally clears her throat, I turn around to face her. She’s tugged her skirt back down and buttoned up her blouse. Her hair is a little tousled, her cheeks are flushed, and the shirt is a little wrinkled on the sides but other than that it’s impossible to tell we did anything other than discuss business together. I walk to her and cup her cheeks, gripping her jaw, my face inches away. But I don’t kiss her. Even though I’m shocked to find that I want to.

Normally after sex, that’s it. No kissing. No intimacy. Nothing. And with Kylie, it’s even more important for that to be the case. Which is why it takes me a minute to gather my thoughts as I stare down at her.

“We’ll have to reschedule to talk about your business plans,” I say.

She nods, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. She looks tired, but her eyes are bright.

“We’ll do that.”

She collects her bag, packing her file and leaves my office without looking back. I like that in a woman. Neediness is so unattractive after you’ve done the dirty.

I turn and sigh, sliding my hand over my crotch.

God, what a good fuck. I shouldn’t have done it. But I know I’d do it all over again given the chance. And I intend to make sure there are plenty more chances.