She padded in on bare feet and leaned against the door frame. He was working… again. He was always working. Up before she got up and home long after she had gone to bed. Enough was enough. She walked into the room wearing nothing but one of his crisp white work shirts.
She ran her hand over the back of his chair. He still hadn’t looked up, but that was no surprise. She leaned over behind him, her hands covering his on the keyboard. She saved his progress and shut the laptop.
She ignored his growling and walked around the chair putting her finger to his lips. She didn’t want to hear it. Not at the moment. She wanted his full attention on her. She slid onto his lap straddling him. His shirt riding up her thighs. She definitely had his attention. Her lips pulled into a smile as her finger covered his lips
She leaned forward and kissed the side of his neck. He was still sputtering but his hands were on her hips, his thumbs running along circles at the junctions of her thighs. His desire to fight, to get back to work, was lost. Her lips ran down his neck, her fingers unbuttoned his shirt, and her hands then spread over his chest. She smiled even wider when his hands gripped her hips and pulled her closer.
She worked her way back up his neck until she was sitting up and looking at him. She gave him a soft smile before leaning forward and brushing her lips against his. It was a fleeting, featherlight touch, almost hesitant, as if she was actually afraid of being rebuffed.
He smiled against her lips and took control of the kiss, his hand running up her body and tangling in her hair. He let his lips linger against her, enjoying that simple contact without demanding more. He let the passion build. Neither of them wanted this to be over to soon.
He waited until she moved restlessly against him and then he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding along the seam of her lips until she opened to him. His fingers tightened in her hair and he tilted her head just so. Just at the perfect angle for him to ravage her mouth
With each swipe of his tongue she rocked against him, wanting more, but now that she had his attention he was determined to tease and torment, a bit of a punishment for interrupting, not that he really cared anymore.
Her fingers caressed the skin that she revealed from unbuttoning his shirt, then swiftly she tugged his shirt out of his pants. She ran her hands over his body until his breath caught. He was affected as much as she was. It was a heady sensation.
His hand left her hair only to trail down her body. He caressed her through the material of his crisp white shirt. Her nipples reacted immediately, even though he purposely didn’t touch her there. He pulled back out of her kiss so that he could watch her as he slowly unbuttoned the shirt. His fingers just barely brushing her skin as his eyes dropped and he revealed her skin to his gaze.
He waited until the shirt was completely undone before slowly pushing the material back to reveal her naked body to his hungry gaze. He pushed her back slightly so she was leaning against the edge of the desk. She suddenly got self conscious and tried to cover her body. He chuckled and took her her arms spreading them wide so he could look her body up and down at his leasure.
“Mine” He said softly as his head dipped and kissed her collarbone. His lips made slow work down her chest. Pausing every few seconds to lavish attention on a particular spot before making his lazy way down to her breast. She was breathless with anticipation, her back arching for his ease. He grinned up at her, that half smile that melted her, before his lips surrounded her nipple.
Her nails bit into the flesh of his shoulders as he lavished attention on her breast.She made that small whimper at the back of her throat that he loved as he nipped, sucked, and licked his way from one breast to the other.
By the time she heard the distinct sound of his zipper being dragged down she was more than ready to help him shove his pants down. Her eyes went to his as she wrapped her fingers around him. For a moment, she was in charge. As she pumped her hand up and down the length of him, she watched as his beautiful amber eyes fade to the darkness of dilation due to his increasing desire. But it was only a moment of power. He removed her hands with a bit of a growl and lifted her up. He held her, hovering for a heart beat of time, making sure that he had her undivided attention, before slowly lowering her down.
She panted, a moan escaping her as she took him one slow centimeter at a time. He waited until he filled her up, his eyes never leaving hers, and then he began to move. One slow thrust at a time. He watched as the intensity built in her eyes, and he could see the pure pleasure he brought her there as well. She leaned forward her forehead against his. There was an intimacy in the act. The mingling of breath as they moved together in the sensual dance. His hands gripped onto her hips pulling down to meet each of his thrusts.
Before she was ready she felt the fluttering that signaled she was close to climax. Her nails bit into the flesh of his shoulders as the thrust came harder and faster. He moved his head back so that he was staring back in her eyes. He wanted to see her face when he pushed her over the edge. He wanted to see the rapture on her face. The moment before, the second before she fell into oblivion, he whispered against her lips.
“Can I keep you?”