by Alana Jade
The relaxed smile that’s beaming from Georgia’s face has me wanting to do it all over again.
As our lips meet, Georgia wraps her arms around my neck, deepening our kiss. My chest is pressed flat against hers, and I’m concerned I might squash her. I know exactly what she wants now, but I’m not going to have our first time together as a quick fuck on my desk. She deserves so much more.
Sure, I should take her back to my place and lay her out on my bed, but I don’t think either of us can hold out the half-hour ride home right now.
An idea pops into my head, and I break our kiss, pushing myself off Georgia.
“Stay there,” I whisper.
Her confused look makes me chuckle.
I walk over to the cupboard near my bathroom, the one where I keep all my towels and pull out a pillow and blanket. It’s the next best thing to a bed.
Throwing the pillow and blanket on the floor, I remove the top and bottom cushions from the couch, placing them on the floor before spreading the blanket over them. I place the pillow at one end before walking over to Georgia, helping her off the desk.
“Why do you have blankets and pillows in your office?” she asks.
“Not for what you’re thinking.” I laugh. “Occasionally, I’ve slept here when I’ve worked late.”
“Ahh…” she replies. I’m not sure she believes me, but it is the truth. She lifts one of her legs touching the buckle on her shoe.
“Don’t take them off,” I playfully warn her.
“Wouldn’t dream of it. Just adjusting it.”
“Lay down, beautiful.”
“I was hoping to repay the favor,” she nervously says, biting her lip.
“I long for the day when you take my dick in your mouth, but right now, I’m in control. Lay down.”
She does as I ask, and I pop the button on my pants before lowering the zipper. Kicking my shoes off, I then push my pants and briefs down in one go, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side.
“Fuck,” I say, suddenly remembering protection, and praying I have something stashed in my top desk drawer. “Hold that thought.” I run over to my desk, almost pulling the drawer off the rail.
“Everything all right?” she asks, a touch of worry in her voice.
“Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about,” I call back.
Luckily, I locate a condom right at the back, grab it, thanking my lucky stars. I haven’t needed these here for such a long time. Those days are well and truly behind me. I don’t think I could have done it to myself or to Georgia again. Stopping will give me the bluest balls in history.
Reading the packet, I realize it’s a regular-sized one, but it will have to do for now. It’s the one Zac left on my desk as a joke when he thought me getting laid would chill me out a little. I’ll need to be careful I don’t break it. I gently tear the packet open, rolling the condom down my rock-hard cock before walking over to where Georgia is lying.
She’s trying to be a modest with her legs together and her hand resting slightly above her mound, but it just makes her even sexier. She’s hot as fuck right now.
I kneel in front of her legs, running my hands up and down her thighs. She wriggles under my touch, obviously still slightly sensitive from earlier.
Nudging her legs apart, lining my cock up with her pussy, I lower myself on top of her, resting my arm behind her head on the pillow. I take her mouth with mine, our tongues dancing together as her hands frantically move all over my back.
In one swift motion, I thrust into Georgia, and she arches her back, pushing her tits against my chest, inhaling deeply. I give her a moment to adjust to my size and try to search her eyes for any signs I may have hurt her, but unfortunately, she’s got her eyes closed tightly.
I pull my head back. “Georgia…”
She opens her sparkling blue eyes as the last of the day’s sun casts light over her beautiful body from the window.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Perfect.”
I slowly draw back before thrusting into her again. Over and over. Instantly, we find our groove and move together in unison.
Georgia brings a leg up, locking her foot on the small of my back. And as I grind into her again, this time much deeper, she lets out a moan, the sound bringing me ever so close to the edge.
Not wanting to be the guy who comes in the first minute, I back off slightly, concentrating on kissing her and caressing her body with my free hand.
What I wouldn’t give to pound into her, make her scream my name as she comes, but I shake that image from my head because it won’t help. Georgia deserves to be made love to tonight. I want to make sure she knows I’ll treat her the way she should be treated. Always.
Looking down on Georgia, she’s closed her eyes again, obviously enjoying the moment.
She runs her hands down my back, and as she brings them back up, she lightly scratches at my skin with her nails.
“Do that again, baby… and I’m going to come,” I warn.
I’m not sure if she’s testing me, but she does it again, and I groan, my head flopping down beside her ear, and I kiss at her neck.
“I warned you,” I mumble into her skin. I can feel her muscles move and know a smile has spread across her face.
I thrust into her harder than before, slowly picking up the pace. I want her to know what she does to me. How she drives me wild with the smallest of things.
Bringing my head back up, I kiss her passionately, and move my hands under her ass to lift her up a little. This moves her legs higher, and I know I’m filling her as far I can.
Georgia’s pants are picking up the pace. I feel her sweet little pussy starting to tighten around my cock. I continue to seamlessly move in and out of her as I notch up the speed again.
I’m getting fucking close to blowing now, but I’m determined to come when she does, desperate to give her another orgasm. It only takes a few more thrusts, and I feel her clench down on my cock, my indication she’s about to come, which is just as well because the sensation starts tingling in my balls, and I know once she comes, I will blow my load uncontrollably.
As Georgia grips my shoulders, I feel her shaking. It’s enough to send me right over the edge. I thrust deep inside of her and my release has me shuddering. As much as I wanted to watch Georgia come again, my eyes involuntarily close and stay that way as I slowly relax.
That was one of the best comes I’ve ever had.
Light beads of sweat have formed on my skin as I let go of Georgia’s ass, moving my arms to embrace her. My eyes open again, and I can see her beautiful wide smile spreading across her face.
“I think someone enjoyed that.” She’s gleaming with happiness.
“You’ve no fucking idea.” I place a kiss on her lips. As much as I’d love to roll to the side and cuddle her for an hour or so, well, until we’re both ready to go again, I know I have to dispose of the condom before anything else.
Pulling back from her as slow as I can, so I don’t hurt her, I grab the top of the condom, and pray that the little fucker hasn’t split on me. That wouldn’t exactly be a great end to an amazing first time for us.
I make a mental note to ask Georgia about birth control.
What I wouldn’t give to go bareback with her.
That thought alone almost has me at half-mast straight away.
Relieved the condom is intact, I remove it from my semi-hard cock, knot it, and throw it to the side.
“Want a drink?” I ask, getting up from our makeshift bed.
“Water, please.”
I pick up the discarded condom on the way through, throwing it in the trash next to the mini-fridge before grabbing a bottle of water for both Georgia and me.
“Hot ass,” she growls as I bend down for the second time.
I wiggle my butt and hear her giggle.
Walking back to Georgia and sitting on the blanket, I hand her a bottle of water, then crack the lid of mine, guzzling down half a bottle of the cl
ear liquid in a few seconds.
“Someone’s thirsty,” she teases.
“Someone’s given me one of the best workouts I’ve ever had,” I quip.
“The best?” she asks, her nose crinkled.
“The best.” I nod.
My stomach rumbles.
Georgia breaks into a fit of giggles. “Looks like your body is agreeing with you.”
“You hungry? We could order Uber Eats, but we’d have to get dressed to take delivery unless giving a delivery driver an eyeful excites you?” I tease.
“I have definitely worked up an appetite. But, no, to giving a delivery driver an eyeful. Poor guy. What’s another option?”
“Don’t you dare say that about yourself. You’re hot and sexy. He’d be lucky to have a look.” I think about what I’ve said and laugh. “That came out weird.”
“Yeah, it really did. Anyway, dinner?”
“Right, I have a few ramen noodle cups in the cupboard next to the mini-fridge. Those we can just add the water. Or we can get dressed and head home. Lucy made lasagna and said she was leaving it in the fridge. We’ll need to heat it in the microwave. Plus, I need something if I’m going to ravish you again. Something I don’t seem to have any more of in this office. Something I’m definitely going to make sure I have plenty of from now on.”
Georgia giggles. “Are you talking about protection? Is this going to be a regular thing now, Mr. Cunningham?” The way she says my surname as me growling.
“Maybe, and definitely,” I reply before my stomach grumbles again, louder than before. “So, lasagna?”
“Always thinking with your stomach.” Georgia laughs. “Sounds good.”
“My stomach and my dick seem to be ruling my world right now. I wonder why?” I give Georgia a wink. “Let me get something to clean up, and then we’ll head home. Remember, forget those panties from now on.”
After fetching a warm face cloth from the bathroom and gently wiping Georgia’s sweet pussy over to freshen her up, I then help her to her feet. She insists she can do it herself, but I want to. After all, I want any chance to touch and see her gorgeous pussy.
We dress as fast as we can before tidying up my office, then heading to my car. I look forward to eating my now second favorite thing—Lucy’s lasagna—before taking Georgia to bed and eating my new favorite thing.
While I’m still unsure what to do about the whole working and sleeping together situation, what’s between Georgia and me is much more than sex.
I’ve never felt this connected to any woman in my life.
Georgia
Three Weeks Later
My eyes flutter open as I stretch my arms out across several plush pillows. The sunlight has peeped through a tiny opening in the curtains causing me to instantly squint. It takes me a moment to remember where I am until I hear the familiar hum come from next to me in bed. It’s not like it should surprise me, I’ve stayed here every night since the lunatic broke into the guesthouse. Adam won’t let me stay there alone anymore, which is fine, as I’m rather enjoying being with him as much as I can.
These last few weeks have been the best weeks of my life. It’s amazing being in a relationship with someone who treats you like Adam treats me, and how it can change your whole outlook on life. I’m much happier, but the best part is, I haven’t had any nightmares for weeks now.
Some may say living together as well as working together could put a strain on our relationship, especially with it being so new, but this simply feels right. At work, we are work colleagues. We try to keep as professional as we can, saving everything for home and only occasionally slipping when we know we’re alone on our level. We haven’t had sex again in the office, though. Something that’s proven difficult for us both, but we’re respecting the office rules.
Adam rolls over, extending his arm across my body before pulling me to him. I let out a little squeal, playfully tapping his arm. I know what’s on his mind. It’s the same thing that’s been on his mind for the last few weeks, and it’s the same thing which was on his mind twice last night after dinner.
After snuggling into me, he wraps his arm across my shoulders, deeply inhaling as if he’s smelling my hair. I love being like this—I feel safe and protected in his arms.
Adam accidentally brushes against a bruise I have on my arm which I received earlier this week from getting the contraceptive injection. I try not to flinch at the tenderness since I haven’t told Adam I’ve done this yet. I figured I would get the shot, so we’ll be protected if we have any little slip-ups with the condoms. My plan was to casually drop it into conversation at some point because it’s really not that big of a deal. I did it for both of us.
I had a dream the other night about riding Adam bareback. When I woke up, I was all hot and sweaty. So much so, I climbed on top of him, got him hard, woke him up, and took charge with the condom. We had the best quick, spontaneous sex ever.
“Feel like a lazy Saturday,” Adam states, gently caressing my breast through my pajama top.
“Let me guess, you want to spend the entire day in this room doing all sorts of bad things to me?” I question, biting my lip.
“While I’d love to do that, I thought maybe we’d make use of the last of the warm days and spend the day by the pool. The forecast looks good, and no one else will be around today, except security who’ll be at the front gate for most of the day. So, no one will bother us. How does that sound?”
“Perfect. I’ll make us a picnic lunch.”
“I know what I’d happily eat for lunch,” Adam purrs, skimming his hand across my pussy.
My groan at what he’s said transforms into a moan so quickly, and the all-too-familiar tingle at his touch spreads across my body.
“Like that?” he whispers in my ear, doing it again.
“Mmm…” is all I manage to reply.
Looks as though Adam wants to start the day with a bang. Literally. Again. Not that I’m complaining.
Two hours later, I’m finally out of bed planning our little picnic while Adam sleeps off our very energetic session. I’ve found Adam’s picnic basket and blanket in the hall cupboard. Even though we are picnicking on the property, the pool and cabana are a short walk from the main house behind the tennis court toward the back of the property. So, I want to make sure I have everything we need as I don’t plan on coming back to the main house until near dinner time.
Having placed crackers, cheese, some sandwiches, fruit, and, of course, several bottles of water into the picnic basket, I decide to change into my new swimsuit I recently purchased. It’s totally not me with its side ties and skimpy top that let my girls hang out in a way I know will tease Adam terribly, but it made me feel sexy in my own skin, and for that reason, I thought Adam would appreciate it.
When I tried it on, I was excited because I noticed I’ve lost some weight. Not much, perhaps it’s the brand, but to go down a size in my bikini top and bottom is very exciting. I’m sure it’s because Adam and I generally eat the deliciously healthy food Lucy leaves for us rather than me eating pizza or other forms of takeout, and well, I have certainly been getting a workout in other ways too.
After slipping the suit on, I cover up with one of my lightweight sundresses, slide on a pair of flip- flops before starting on making Adam and myself a light breakfast.
As the toaster pops, I lean across the kitchen counter to grab the hot toast, a set of arms wrap around my body, and then a body snuggles into my back.
“Good morning… again…” I giggle, dropping the toast onto a waiting plate.
“Good morning. Care to start the day like that again?”
“While I’d love to, I’ve made us some breakfast. Plus, our picnic is waiting. Go… sit… eat,” I order, handing him a plate of toast.
“Ooh… I love it when you’re bossy,” Adam teases before placing a kiss on my shoulder and taking a seat at the counter. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
“Coffee?” I ask.
“Mmm… please,” he replies, scrubbing his face. He needs to trim his beard, but I’m also enjoying being able to tangle my fingers in it when we’re intimate.
As I set his coffee cup under the machine, I look over to him, his head is resting in his hands. His fingers pull on his coffee-colored bed hair in what looks like frustration. He’s giving me a vibe that’s telling me something’s not right, but he’s not telling me what.
The machine stops, and I use the hot water function to make a green tea for the morning before I take both cups and walk to where I’ve set up some cereal, milk, and spreads.
Placing Adam’s cup in front of him, I can’t help but blurt out, “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, baby… everything’s fine. Still waking up, I guess.”
His response doesn’t cut it, but I don’t ask for any further information, deciding it’s best not to push for information which may derail our day and make me seem pushy as well.
After a relatively quiet breakfast, I clear the dishes and send Adam to get changed into his swimsuit. I notice he checks his cell when he rises from the table, then again as he absentmindedly starts to leave the kitchen to change.
“Adam, what’s the matter? Is it your mom?” I ask, worried by his facial expression when checking his cell.
“She’s fine. Everything’s fine, Georgia.” His tone is abrupt as though he doesn’t want to be dealing with something. Could it be the intruder? A work problem?
I’d love to know what has him rattled. I’m not used to seeing my confident businessman anxiously looking at his cell constantly. I wish he’d speak to me about it.
Adam’s not given me any more information about what happened at the house a few weeks ago, and I wonder if Adam’s deliberately not telling me, or he simply has no new information. We’ve had no further incidents here or at work, but I often wonder who it was and why they were so vulgar toward me.
The only real change I have seen has been regarding Clinton’s shifts which have been altered, and he’s been told to keep to them from now on with no after-hours work. Apparently, he was tidying one of the front gardens about two weeks ago, right at dusk as Lucy was leaving and scared the shit out of her. So much so, she tripped, grazing her leg. Given he’s startled Adam and me a few times, it caused Adam to confront him about adjusting his working hours, and if he is around, to make sure we are aware of his presence. He does a good job, though. The gardens are pristine, and it’s why Adam has kept him on.