All That She Wants (Connor's Point of View Part 1)

by Olivia Thorne

  Apparently she felt the same way about mine.

  I unzipped her skirt and pulled it off. She almost ripped my tie off my neck, then undid my shirt buttons in record time.

  Once my clothes came off, she stood back and stared at me, mouth slightly open.

  I liked it – but not as much as I liked looking at her.

  God she was delectable. Soft and sweet with curves in all the right places.

  Once I was naked I knelt in front of her, hooked her panties, and pulled them down her legs. She was thoroughly wet, which turned me on even more. Her underwear was practically soaked through. Her scent wafted from the neatly trimmed hair between her legs, tantalizing me, beckoning me.

  I pulled her hand and she knelt down in front of me. I grabbed her ass and pressed her against me as I kissed her, deep and long and wet. Then I lowered her onto the carpet, slow enough that she could stretch out her legs. I put one hand against her thigh, pressing it outwards, and began to lower myself –

  “Condom,” she gasped.

  Of course – damn it –

  I nodded and ransacked my pants for my wallet. Even though I’d been celibate since Miranda, I carried a couple of condoms just in case.

  For a night like tonight.

  I ripped open the wrapper, pinched the end, and started to roll it down my shaft – and noticed that I had an appreciative audience. I liked that. I actually got harder putting the condom on, which is not something that normally happens.

  Then I got harder still when she reached out and touched her fingers to the ring of latex, and began to slowly unravel it all the way.

  I can safely say I have never had a woman put a condom on me as erotically as Lily did. Like it was foreplay in and of itself.

  Once it was unrolled all the way, I positioned myself on top of her, and she leaned back on the floor. I braced myself with one arm, then caressed her pussy with the fingers of my other hand, rubbing one fingertip softly across her drenched, swollen lips.

  She cried out, and her whole body suddenly spasmed.

  I stopped what I was doing. “Are you okay?”

  She nodded several times, very rapidly. “Uh huh.”

  Wow, this girl’s right on the edge…

  I leaned over and kissed her again, tasting her lips and her tongue… and at the same time, I guided the tip of my cock to her pussy and slowly, slowly pressed into her, sinking into her, but no further than the head –

  God DAMN that feels amazing.

  She was so tight, so wet, so warm, so soft –

  Suddenly she came.

  Surprised the hell out of me, too.

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  Her body bucked, and her moaning became one long, sustained wail.

  Sweetest sound in the world. Forget church bells and birds chirping, there is no more beautiful sound than a woman coming.

  I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.

  I watched as her face twisted up into a mask of ecstasy – another thing women are self-conscious about, but which every guy I’ve ever talked to absolutely loves to see. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she shivered, and then her wail became “Oh my God oh my God,” over and over, punctuated by a few more moans.

  I just watched, fascinated and more turned on than ever. I wasn’t thrusting – I was barely even inside her – and I didn’t want to do anything to rock the boat, so to speak.

  After about twelve seconds, she stopped making noise, her face relaxed, and she opened her eyes like she was waking from a glorious dream.

  I grinned at her; I couldn’t help myself.

  “Wow, you’re responsive. And that was just the tip.”

  She immediately blushed crimson.

  “Sorry,” she mumbled.

  I had to laugh; it was about the most ridiculous thing I’d ever heard. “For what?”

  She smiled goofily, realizing that I certainly hadn’t minded the show.

  Then I considered that maybe she was one of those women who are super-sensitive after they come.

  “Can you go on?” I asked, trying not to make her feel pressured.

  She seemed to take stock of her own body… then nodded. “Just… go slow at first.”

  “Okay,” I said, and kissed her again.

  I took my time, kissing her softly as I slowly moved inside her… entering her one inch, then pulling almost all the way out… then sliding forward two inches, then back out… then three inches… letting her get used to me, waiting to hear any gasps that were more pain than pleasure.

  She was pretty tight. It felt amazing for me, but I was concerned about her. Luckily she was so wet that I just slid in with minimal friction… and I didn’t hear any pain. Just lots of pleasure.

  She did gasp once, when I was almost all the way inside her. The sound was different from her other noises – deeper, more urgent. I froze, afraid I might have hurt her.

  Her eyes fluttered open. “Don’t stop.”

  Exactly what I wanted to hear – though I was concerned she was ignoring her own body’s signals just to please me. “But are you – ”

  “DON’T STOP.”

  I laughed out loud, then kissed her again as I continued to push a little further inside her, then pull out… then go even deeper, then pull out…

  Her whole body would shudder and tremble, and her lower lip would quiver, and I would get a little closer to orgasm just watching the rapture on her face.

  I wasn’t going very fast at all, nor was I all the way in, when she began to moan again. She rocked her body upwards to meet mine, angling her hips, changing the pressure on my shaft, caressing my cock with her pussy.

  Jesus, I was getting close to coming – and I didn’t want to.

  I pulled out of her slowly, almost all the way, waiting until the danger died down.

  She whimpered a little, like she wanted me to continue.

  So I did – a tiny bit faster, a little bit harder.

  She started moaning with every stroke, her eyes fluttering back in her head. I cupped her face with my hands and kissed her lips, her chin, her cheeks, and began to go faster, rocking, then actually thrusting, making sure I didn’t hurt her – but all she did was angle her pelvis against mine, rocking upwards to meet me, enveloping me with those sweet, wet lips of hers.

  I began to whisper in her ear – little breaths and sighs that quickly became groans. I nibbled on her lower lip as I thrust harder inside her, going deeper, almost bottoming out inside her, my thighs slapping against hers, our bodies crashing together. I began to groan louder, and she began to cry out: “oh – oh – Oh – OH – OH – ” over and over again, a building crescendo, and I prayed she was okay, that she would say something if I was hurting her, because I was past the point of no return – I could feel it building deep inside me, my groin tightening, my cock hard and swollen and almost bursting –

  “Oh God, Lily, oh God, oh God,” I whispered into her ear as I slammed into her harder, trying to go as deep as I could, and then she was crying out “Oh Connor, Connor, CONNOR, OH GOD CONNOR – ” as she clasped my ass in her hands and raked her fingernails across my back, and suddenly I was going over the edge, and I knew this was it, no turning back and I thrust even harder and faster and she was screaming in ecstasy, and I joined her, shouting as I came, an insane burst of pleasure jetting through me, my whole body tense as I thrust into her one final time, as far as I could go, deep as I could get, and I felt myself explode as our cries comingled and then slowly waned.

  I lowered my head in exhaustion and began kissing her face, her mouth, anywhere, so long as I could kiss her.

  We kissed for a couple more minutes, me just enjoying the sliding of our sweat-slicked bodies… until I knew I should withdraw and deal with the condom.

  “Don’t move,” I said. I reached down, grabbed the edge of the latex, and slowly pulled out of her. Once I was out I kissed her breasts, her stomach, and that little place where the tendons of a woman’s leg join her body. She must have liked it, because sh
e gasped a little.

  “Be right back,” I grinned, then walked into the kitchen area where the coffee machine was.

  I thought about cleaning up by myself first, but figured she’d be self-conscious if she had to do it alone. I grabbed a box of Kleenex and some bottled waters from the fridge, then walked back into the boardroom.

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  We both cleaned up at the same time. I noticed that she watched me the entire time she did it… and again I felt that flush, that little ego-driven thrill, that she was taking her own pleasure in watching me naked.

  We drank some water, then I lay down next to her and pressed my body against hers. I luxuriated in touching her everywhere – her breasts, her stomach, between her legs. She did the same, tracing her fingers across my chest and arms, my abs and thighs.

  I decided I wanted a little bit more. “Turn over,” I commanded.

  She gave me a slightly panicked look. “Uh… why?”

  I knew exactly what she was thinking – although it wasn’t why I wanted her to turn over. “Just trust me.”

  She gave me another concerned look… but turned over onto her belly.

  I wanted her ass, yes – but to touch it, to kiss it, to caress it. I moved over the gorgeous curves, down the inside of her thighs, lightly grazing her pussy along the way… just by accident. (If you believe that, I have a bridge in Brooklyn I want to sell you.)

  I kissed her everywhere: the small of her back, her spine, her shoulder blades, her neck… and then worked my way back down with tiny little flicks of my tongue.

  I was almost to her ass when I joked, “I bet when you came in this morning, you didn’t think you’d be having sex in the company boardroom.”

  Wrong thing to say.

  It was like somebody had plugged her into a wall socket.

  “OH MY GOD!” she screeched, and jerked away so fast she smacked my face with her ass. (Not that I would have minded, under ordinary circumstances.)

  The sudden change – from sensual afterglow to meth-head freak-out – almost gave me a heart attack.

  “What?! What is it?!”

  “Oh my God, I can’t believe I did this!” she cried as she stumbled to her feet and began snatching up her clothes.

  Ohhhhh… NOW I get it.

  I laughed out loud. I wasn’t trying to be mean; there really just wasn’t any other logical reaction. I mean, if you work for a company and decide to fuck in their boardroom, I figure you might as well deal with your qualms upfront so you can at least enjoy the experience all the way to the end.

  And what was the point of freaking out when you hadn’t even been caught yet?

  I put my hands behind my head and watched her gather her clothes in a frenzy. I noticed she kept glancing over at me, for longer and longer intervals, with a look of barely suppressed lust.

  There might be hope yet.

  “Stop. Come here.”

  I tried to catch her hand as she passed by, and failed.

  “I’m so going to get fired,” she whimpered as she pulled on her underwear. Which, nice as it was to watch, was going in the opposite direction I wanted.

  “Nobody knows we’re here,” I said soothingly.

  “There are cameras!”

  I tried a joke, like I liked the possibility: “Reaaaally.”

  She didn’t take it as a joke, though.

  “Well… not in here, but out in the receptionist area! Somebody could have seen us go in, and – ”

  “And we’ll tell them we were drinking coffee. Come here,” I said, and tried for her ankle.

  No go – she evaded me again.

  “It’s going to smell like – like sex!” she whispered, sounding for all the world like some 80-year-old church lady discussing sinful acts perpetrated up at Lover’s Lane.

  She bent down to the floor and patted the carpet where we’d done the deed. Apparently her worst fears were confirmed, because she screwed her eyes shut in agony. “Oh God…”

  “What?”

  “It’s… it’s wet,” she whispered haltingly. “…where we had sex.”

  Good grief. If I had my druthers, we would have gotten every inch of the carpet wet. And the table and chairs, too.

  I figured she needed a little push outside of the box, so I uncapped my water bottle and poured some out over the offending ‘wet spot.’

  “Ooops. Look at that. Spilled my water.”

  She about had a conniption fit. “Cut that out!”

  “Where’s the woman I just had sex with?” I asked. “The wild and crazy one? I want her back.”

  And I did.

  Badly.

  I was ready for Round Two. Despite the drama queen reaction, all I wanted was to pull her back down to the floor, rip off her clothes, and have my way with her again.

  That wasn’t what was going through her mind, though.

  “She’s gone,” she snapped. “She just got replaced with the woman who realizes she’s probably going to get fired for this, and she still has three hours of reports to – ”

  She stopped midsentence, got an even more pained look on her face, then pressed her palms into her eye sockets like she was fighting a blinding migraine.

  I sighed. I could see this wasn’t going to go my way, so I just stood up and grabbed my clothes.

  “You shouldn’t worry so much,” I told her.

  “Easy for you to say. Your job isn’t on the line.”

  “It’s a crappy job, Lily.”

  “It’s the only one I’ve got.”

  Again, that crazy, resigned, fatalistic line of logic that everyday people carried wherever they went.

  I hate being whipped every day while I push this grindstone around!

  So leave and find something better to do.

  But if I do that, then I won’t be around to get whipped while I push this grindstone!

  “You should get one you like,” I said.

  She gave me an angry, unhappy look, and I realized I wasn’t going to ‘logic’ her into feeling better… so I just got dressed instead and let her try to wipe the boardroom of all traces we had been there.

  Which made me a little sad.

  She was treating it as the scene of the crime…

  …and for me, it had been the happiest I had been in months.

  Maybe years.

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  She was rinsing out our coffee cups in the sink as I finished dressing. I leaned up against the doorway and watched her… watched that gorgeous ass… thought about how much I wanted to undress her again… how much I wanted to hear her cries and moans…

  “Lily,” I said softly.

  She turned around and looked at me distrustfully. “What?”

  The way she said it…

  Like she was a totally different person from the woman I’d walked in here with.

  I just shook my head. “…never mind.”

  That seemed to make her even madder. “What?!”

  Maybe if I got her out of this fucking place, she’d calm down.

  “Walk me down to my car?” I asked.

  She crossed her arms over her body and hugged herself, like she was cold. Except she couldn’t be cold, because it was pretty warm in here. We’d done a pretty good job of raising the ambient temperature with our earlier, ahem, activities.

  I watched her. She was lost in her own little world of worry… but it slowly began to change. The negative emotions receded, and a sad look slowly dawned… and then the sadness turned to something else.

  Wistful happiness.

  In my line of work, I’m a negotiator, a salesman, a confidant, an asshole (depending on who you’re talking to) – but more than that, I’m a poker player. And in poker, the best players don’t play the cards. They play their opponents. And the only way to do that is to get inside their heads. Learn their tells. Find out what makes them tick… and exploit what they tell you to win the hand, and the game.

  That look of wistful happiness was my ace in the hole.

  “What?
” I asked.

  She woke from her reverie and looked at me. I could see the worry seeping back in, which I absolutely didn’t want, so I spoke quickly. “What were you thinking?”

  She sighed. “That I wish I wasn’t freaking out, because…”

  She stopped and looked abashed. Afraid to tell me.

  But for one bright shining moment, she looked like the woman I’d brought up here, and not the one who had just had a meltdown.

  “Because what?” I prodded gently.

  She looked at me in pain, like a drowning person might as they saw their last hope of being saved slip away.

  “…because I was having the best night of my life.”

  My heart leaped in my chest – and broke a little bit, too.

  I wanted her.

  I wanted to show her that it didn’t have to be like this.

  I wanted to set her free from this goddamn prison she called home.

  I wanted…

  …hell, more than anything, I just wanted to sleep with her again.

  I smiled at her and held out my hand. “Walk me down to my car?”

  She hesitated for the longest time…

  …but eventually she nodded, and reached out and put her hand in mine.

  19

  We walked out together, and I pushed the button for the elevator. I smiled to myself as she fussed over her reflection in the black marble walls, trying to smooth out her hair.

  If I get my way, Lily, it’s going to be a LOT more tangled in, oh, another hour or so.

  We got in the elevator.

  “Still freaking out?” I asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Let me see if I can take your mind off it.”

  I smashed every single button on the panel I could hit with one swipe of my hand. They lit up in a smear of glowing circles.

  “What did you do that for?!” she cried out.

  “So I’d have a little more time for this,” I said, and moved in and kissed her.

  And not just any kiss – this was a full-on ‘sweep her off her feet’ play, a kiss you’d see from movies back in the 40’s or 50’s, where the men were men and to hell with propriety, they wanted what they wanted right now. The kind of kiss that was sometimes preceded by a slap, but which almost always ended up in bed, with the woman as a very willing participant.