His touch makes my body tremble as he pulls me into a side room, not even bothering to make it a few doors down to his normal spot. He throws the door shut and presses me up against it again, his hands roaming my body, touching my skin, lips against mine, tongue against mine.

I’m practically quivering with desire and need and I don’t know how it’s all come down to this.

As he pulls my shirt off, I think about how we first met, that first night at the office party. I was almost an entirely different person back then. I was coasting through my life, stressed about bills, stressed about debt, but not doing anything special. I was just existing day to day, going to work, going home. It was like a living dream, but not the kind where you get to fly through cotton candy clouds or swim in a sea of Jell-O.

It was the gray, mundane, boring slog of a life that’s only half worth living. Sure, it was safe, or at least as safe as it could be with my debt and money problems hanging over me. There wasn’t any physical danger at least, no mobster threatening my life, nothing like that.

And there wasn’t a baby, and there wasn’t Elias.

Now, though, ever since all this happened, I feel so much more alive than I ever have before. I know it’s not just the danger, either. That’s going to pass sooner or later. Elias is going to figure this out and get us out of this mess, and when he does, it’s just going to be a normal life.

But a normal life with Elias is better than anything else I could imagine.

I got a glimpse of it living with him this last week. The boring stuff suddenly doesn’t feel so boring with him involved, it feels like the biggest, most important thing ever. He somehow makes me want to do these things, or at least he makes life so much more bearable, fun, exciting. I know he’s the thing that’s keeping me going all through this, him and my baby.

I pull him closer, tasting his tongue. He kisses my neck, makes me gasp. We’re in some kind of old office, with a desk in the corner and stacks of files against the walls. His hands take my bra off and cup my breasts, teasing my nipples, tongue sliding down my skin.

I groan and shiver as he touches me. He pulls my jeans over my hips and tips my chin up. I groan as he slowly slides his hands down the front of my panties, my jeans around my thighs, my body pinned against the door. I’m helpless but it feels so good as he slides two fingers deep inside my pussy.

“This is why I’m fighting so hard,” he whispers in my ear, fingers fucking me, teasing me, working my clit. “Your body, your taste, everything about you. It’s the reason I’m working so goddamn hard to save us.”

I groan and pull him against me, kissing him deep. I need it so badly as the pleasure washes over me in wave after wave of pure bliss. Maybe the fact that we’re standing on the precipice, hanging on the knife’s edge, maybe that’s why the pleasure feels so heightened. The threat of total loss and destruction makes living in the moment so much sweeter.

He pulls me away from the door and pushes me to the desk. I bend over as he pulls my jeans off, making me spread my legs. “Let me see that ass,” he says. I blush and look over my shoulder, watching him undress, his body hard and rough.

He holds his big cock in his hand and watches me. I love the way he stares. “Bend over more,” he commands. “I want to see that cunt dripping wet.”

I groan and put my elbows on the desk. I feel him step up behind me and spank my ass. I gasp as he pulls my hair roughly. His fingers press inside me again, forcing deep, fucking me.

“Fuck, Elias,” I whisper. “I need it. God, right now I need it.”

His breath is hot against my neck. “I know you do,” he whispers. “Can you fuck me like it’s the last night we’ll have?”

“Yes,” I gasp as he drops to his knees. He spreads my ass open and starts to lick and suck me from behind, making my hands grip the desktop, moans spilling from my mouth.

He licks me aggressively, slapping my ass, making me gasp. Pleasure rocks through my core and I don’t know how long I can take this. I’m practically shaking with pleasure, my breasts pressed up against the cool wood of the desk.

I roll aside, pulling away from him. He smirks and stands up, and I drop to my knees in front of him. I pull down his boxer briefs and take his cock in both of my hands, slowly stroking him before taking him between my lips.

I suck his cock fast and deep, letting it slide into my throat, surprising even myself at how hungry I am for him. I love his groans of pleasure, the way his cock tastes and feels in my mouth, everything about him. I’m dripping wet with his big dick between my lips.

I’m losing my mind in the best way. It’s sloppy and delicious as I slide my hands along his shaft, trailing my lips, sucking him faster and faster. He groans and fucks my mouth, sliding himself into my throat, making me gag.

He pulls me back and lifts me to my feet. I kiss is neck and chest as he moves me over to the desk, lifting me up and putting me down, my legs wrapped around his hips. I lean back with my hands flat on the desk and he spreads my legs before slowly pressing his cock deep inside of me.

I groan and stare up into his deep eyes. His expression is intense as pleasure blooms between us. He starts to slide himself in and out of me, gripping my hips, his big hands engulfing my small body. I groan as his grunts get more insistent as he fucks me deeper and harder, rocking into me.

His lips find mine as I kiss him, arching my back, his cock buried deep in my pussy. He’s tearing me apart, ripping me to pieces, and I absolutely love it. He grips me harder, fucks me deeper, lips moving down my neck and throat to tease my breasts.

I love the way his abs and arms flex as he works me. I move my hips in response to him, writhing and moving along his big shaft, needing every single inch of him.

He pulls my hair back with one hand and thrusts harder inside of me. I can barely stand it. I need to come, and I need it right now. It hits me all at once, that intense pressure of an orgasm building in my core, and I moan his name. I beg him to keep fucking me, keep fucking me, deeper and rougher, make me fucking scream.

He doesn’t hold back. I’m afraid the desk might break as it bangs against the wall with each hard thrust but I don’t care. I pull his hair and lean up against him and he grabs me, supporting me, thrusting up into my pussy. I groan his name over and over and he grunts back in pure bliss, and I know I can’t stand it anymore.

I come in long intense bouts as my whole body’s pressed against his enormous ripped chest. I shake and writhe as he fucks me through it, my whole body lost to the pleasure, and I’m nothing but skin and intensity as he clings to me and fucks me to heaven.

When my orgasm is almost over, he lowers me back. I prop myself up on my palms as he keeps thrusting, his whole body tense. He pulls out a second later and I watch him come all over my breasts and stomach in thick ropes, groaning the whole time. I gasp and roll my head back, moaning his name, not thinking about anything but this bliss.

Slowly we finish. He leads me into the bathroom and we shower together, touching gently, kissing softly, whispering how badly we want each other. That’s how the rest of the night goes, from one session of intense and overwhelming passion to another one of quiet and tender whispers. It’s one of the longest, best nights of my life, and I don’t want it to end.

But eventually, we do have to sleep. It comes over me like a snowstorm, burying me in his warm arms, making me feel safe and secure despite everything else in the world.