Thirteen
Shane
Every day I'm tortured.
Every day I hide in the private bathroom of my office jerk off like an adolescent who just found his first nude related magazine.
Whatever need I had for her is intensified whenever she warps that tongue at me full of knowledge. One of these days, that ass is going to bent over my best as the lights of Manhattan glow on her ass as I take her from behind. Sexy librarian fantasies? No, thank you. French maid? Forget it.
I'll take hot as fuck Melanie in just her heels wrapped around me fantasies.
I was a goddamned moronic fool with a case of scared dumbass for pushing her away. I knew she was different from the get-go, but I was still a scared dumbass. She always managed to maintain the element of surprise with her personality.
One thing I continued to remind myself of was that her mouth wasn't immature despite the shit spewing out of it sometimes. It was a sign of an overactive brain, which meant she was a genius to me.
Her height also helped in making me look at her older than she actually was. Despite her nerding out during meetings when it came time to talk numbers or press releases, nothing is hotter than my woman speaking in legalese.
I got stuck in a senior partners meeting today so I gave Mel the code to my house and to get comfortable. Knowing her, she'll probably be sitting in my office reading from my law library.
After bolting from the office, I hail a cab to take me home instead of making my driver come back in this crazy ass traffic.
Agonizing second after agonizing second drives me insane. My dick's already hard and throbbing in the anticiption of being inside of Melanie's wet walls.
It takes me several tries to get my door unlocked and I toss my briefcase onto the floor on the way upstairs. I loosen my tie as I head towards my room. When I open the door, I'm slightly disappointed to see an empty bed. I toss my jacket and shoes in the direction of my closet and turn to head back down stairs.
After a few seconds of looking into the kitchen and dining area, I make my way to my office. The light beaming through the small ajar opening has my heart pounding. I slowly open the door to see a pair of mile long legs propped up on my desk and a set of come fuck me black heels pointing directly at me.
The delicious looking legs lead up to a very naked Melanie leaning back in my leather chair while engrossed in a book I left on my desk. The top swells of her tits are showcased from the spot of the book and I know if I removed the book, hard rose colored nipples will ripe for the nibbling. I take in the view for a few more seconds before I interrupt her.
"Ahem Miss Cromwell."
Her eyes peak over the top of the book and the fire burning in her eyes as rakes over my messy after-work look. She slaps the book shut and places it against her stomach, now giving me a full view of those beautiful breasts. I walk next to her legs that are still propped on my desk and I sit my ass down. My height towers over her sitting in the chair as she gazes up at me. Lust doesn't even begin to cover the emotions pouring from either of us. Her legs shift from being crossed over each other to lightly spread, giving me a glimpse to her little patch of hair above those juicy lips.
I trace my finger from the top of her foot up to her knees and spread them apart with one light shove. Her heels clank onto the floor from the surprise movement and I move myself to the floor in-between her legs. She tosses the book somewhere across the room and holds onto the handles of the arms to the chair. I pull her ass close to the edge of the chair and move her legs over my shoulders.
She may look empowering in the chair, but we both know who holds the reins in this moment. I kiss around the inside of her thighs and inhale the musk of her need for me. As I move closer and closer to her lips, I can see more wetness dripping down the leather of my chair.
I'll never be able to sit in this chair without a hard-on every again. I'll be thinking of this very time where I flatten my tongue against her pussy and lets the juices drip slowly into my mouth. Her moans only encourage me to put more pressure on her with my tongue.
"Oh fuck Shane. Your tongue....is so warm in the best possible way."
I slowly move my tongue up and make the tip tighter when I hit her clit and she practically bursts right there.
"Honey, you just wait and see what I have planned for you tonight with my tongue. Seeing you naked in my favorite chair and ready for me is guaranteeing you at least five orgasms in the very very near future."
I dive right back into the sweet and spicy juices that beg for my tongue. She nearly slides down the chair, but I keep her hips in place as I push my face further into her pussy.
The more I savor, the louder she moans, and when I add two fingers deep inside of her, she comes apart. Her screams echo in my office. I sit high on my knees and pull her down from the chair. I can feel her aftershocks on my own skin as she attempts to undo my belt. She gives up on it and rips my shirt open, letting a few buttons fall to the floor. I get my own belt off and wrap her wrists inside of it.
"Keep your arms above your head Mel."
I pull down my zipper as I watch her tits push out when her arms lay over her head against the wood of my floor. I hold the belted wrists in one hand as I flatten the other by her head. My dick needs no guidance into her pussy and almost instantly, she comes again.
By the time I'm finished with her in my office, she's already fallen apart three times. I carry her upstairs to my room and lose myself in her for the rest of the night.