by Ju Ephraime
“Kiss them,” she said, and he was lost.
He drew the tightened nipple of her left breast into his mouth, rolling it against his teeth like a hard candy while he applied pressure with his finger to the right one. He went from one to the next, driving her into a frenzy that had them both grappling to remove the protective layers of fabric that separated them from being skin to skin.
She was relentless in pursuit of her goal, and soon he felt her hand traveling the contours of his hard belly, the muscles beneath her fingertips contracting tighter and tighter as her seeking fingers slipped past his belt.
Damon could feel her knuckles rubbing teasingly against the skin and pubic hairs, her fingers just a breath away from touching and closing around him in a real intimate move. He was heavily aroused, his erection rigid, his scrotum tightly wound. He was going to combust any minute.
“Are you teasing me?” He gasped hoarsely.
She stopped the foraging of her mouth and fingers long enough to look up at him, all slumberous, to ask, “You think so?”
“Yes,” he said tightly, closing his eyes to keep from looking at her exotic eyes without going all barbaric, sweeping everything off his desk, throwing her onto it, and sinking his throbbing member inside her. It was as if she read his thoughts.
He felt her hands in his pants, his belt was released, and her hand closed around his swollen penis. The feel of her hands on him almost had him embarrassing himself, there and then. Fighting to regain control of the situation, he gave up all pretense of resisting, allowing her free rein with his body.
He heard her breathing change, becoming fast, as she continued to stroke him, her eyes locked with his. It was the most exhilarating feeling. She was gauging his reaction to her touch. Just when he felt he couldn’t last another minute, she tore her eyes away from his to look down at the beast she had her hand wrapped around. Damon could barely control his breathing. He was shaking so hard from the intense arousal stabbing at him. Watching her watch him with such intense concentrated fascination gave him such a sexual charge he almost lost it again. This time he was saved when he heard her voice next to his groin.
“Hmm,” she hummed as she ran her finger down the length of him and tried to encircle him with her thumb and forefinger. “My, my, my, what have we here?” And with that, she was on her knees in front of him, bringing him level with her face.
Damon groaned at the implication of her candid observation, and a streak of heat surged through his body, pulsing through his shaft as it leaped in reaction. Franchesca made a little gasping sound of delightful pleasure as she blew some hot air on the head of his engorged shaft.
She appeared fascinated with him, savoring his every reaction. She stared at the flushed head while her finger rubbed the clear drop of pre-cum hovering there with maddening thoroughness. By the time she’d left the head to travel down the entire length of his cock, his nerves were stretched thin, his entire body one throbbing mass of need.
“Franchesca!”
She was pushing him to the limit. He couldn’t take any more of this. He reached down to lift her off the floor, but she fought him, making a growling sound in her throat.
“Darling, you have to stop. I can’t take any more of this.”
Without any warning, her mouth closed on the head, and his body jerked in reaction. There was no way in hell he could last through this. He began furiously counting sheep.
He was up to fifty when she took the entire hot length of him into her mouth and began exploring him with her tongue, playing against him as if he were a lollipop and she couldn’t get enough of him. The breath left his body as he fisted his hand in her hair, intending to lift her away from him, but the sensation was so incredible he couldn’t bring himself to stop her. Instead, he found himself holding her to him as she took him to a place he’d never been before.
*****
Franchesca thought he was beautiful, the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her life. Watching him react to her administration was even more beautiful. It was such a powerful sensation, holding him in her hands, seeing him respond to the slightest stroke of her hand, causing him to shudder.
She slid her left hand over his hip as she applied the tip of her tongue to his navel. He smelled so good, so sexy, and the tang of musk and aroused male caused her to whimper, her body raw with need. She was taking deep gulps of air trying to take him in as she examined him in minute detail. “You’re trying to torture me,” he said with a groan.
She shook her head, almost too overcome to speak. “I’m trying to get to know you.”
“How are you doing?”
“I’m thinking you are a lot of man for me to handle.”
“Have no fear; you’ll handle me just fine.”
“I’ll be the one to decide, and I’m not fully convinced.”
She rubbed her finger over him. She loved the feel of him, steel in velvet. She moved her hand up the thick length, feeling the blood pulsing along the bulging veins as she opened her mouth and gave him a tentative lick. She felt his hand in her hair, massaging her scalp as he applied pressure on her to keep her in place.
When she felt him jerk forward, she went in for the kill. Opening her mouth, she took the entire length of him in. It was quite a feat. Her mouth was stretched to capacity, but it was a small price to pay to have him this way.
She loved the taste of him, sweet and sour at the same time. She felt powerful when she heard him groan deep in his throat. He was essentially at her mercy. The thrill of it sent heat washing through her whole body and pooling wetly between her thighs. There was a telling throb of demand between her thighs, her clitoris twitching with interest as her whole body sighed fiercely with cravings too long suppressed and ignored.
The firm columns of his legs were braced apart, which allowed her to reach down and cup him while she continued to alternate between licking and sucking him in total abandonment. He was deliciously lengthy, thick, beautifully shaped. Everywhere her hand touched was heated; he was practically burning up. She had no idea this thing could be so hot, hard, and tasty, yummy!
And suddenly she couldn’t stand it another minute. She wanted, no, needed, all his yummy length inside her. So strong was her need she was shaking, almost prepared to beg. She didn’t know how but was not prepared to go that route, yet. However, she’d be damned if she wouldn’t have him inside her before she was done with him.
She reluctantly released him, and with one fluid movement, she was out of the shirt that was already hanging off her and stepping out of the sweat pants. She was left wearing only the brief slip of panties that left very little to the imagination.
“I’ll get you in the position I want you,” she said, reaching for him. But he beat her to it. Grabbing a hold of her hand, he stayed her.
“I’ll give you a position,” he growled as, with his other hand, he swept everything off his desk. Lifting her, he deposited her onto the cold surface. That was the last coherent thought Franchesca had as she watched him standing between her wide-spread legs, wearing nothing but his turgid flesh.
He must have removed his pants while she was removing hers and beat her to it. Nothing had prepared her for the sight that met her eyes. To put it mildly, Damon was quite a package, in every sense of the word. She’d thought him handsome when he was fully clothed, but he seemed more handsome now. His body was hewn with brutal grace, large and muscular and superbly fit. She was in awe, and every lucid thought left her.
He was heavily aroused, his erection taut and dusky, springing from the thick patch of blond hair at his groin, away from his body in up-thrust splendor. He was the most wonderful specimen of manhood she had ever beheld, and she had seen a couple. Such perfection hurt her eyes.
There was not one ounce of fat on his body; everywhere her gaze landed was muscles. His skin was smooth and faultless. His chest rippled, large muscles followed by smaller ones, forming one continuous board of taut surface. There was just a slight dusting of hair on hi
s chest, which added to the picture of perfection. The hair tapered down past his narrow waist to end in the thatch of black curls from which his cock sprang… pulsing and jutting out in from of him. He was gorgeous! Just gorgeous! He took her breath away.
She was facing him, her face red, her body shaking. “I need you inside me.”
Damon pulled her between his legs, paying special attention to the cast on her foot. He then hooked his fingers at the side of her panties, drawing them down until he removed them first off her uninjured foot and then over the cast.
Feeling dazed and vulnerable, she complied willingly when he beckoned for her to move towards the edge of the desk. She tried to reach for his very rampant shaft, but he stopped her with a stay of his hand.
“No,” he murmured, bending over her. He pushed her thighs open wider with his hands, his expression intense and focused.
Feeling terribly exposed, she tried to close her legs against him.
“No. Look at you,” he whispered, his accent thick and gravelly, the thickest she’d ever heard it. “From the first time I saw the EMTs remove the visor holding back your hair, I wondered if the curls covering your mons would be red as well. I’m excited to find that it is indeed so.”
She had shaved all the hair surrounding her mons but had left the patch covering the lips, and the pink head of her clit was peeking through from the long fine hairs. He was forced to breathe deeply. Her body was beautiful, simply beautiful. The full curves, the tucked-in waist, her flaring hips and the triangle of red curls at the apex of her thighs, long shapely legs that went on for miles, pushed his control to the limits.
“You are beautiful; your body was made for pleasure. It’s a crime for you to go about wearing clothes, hiding all this—all this. Mine!” His cock responded with blind ferocity, practically performing a wild dance as it throbbed in anticipation.
He took his finger and rubbed it against her clit, massaging it in short circular movements. As tightly wound as she was, she wanted him. She tried reaching for him again, but using one hand, he pinned her in place as he bent over and pressed his mouth to her pussy. He used his tongue to roll her clitoris between his teeth, and his tongue then applied slight pressure to her while he used his finger to press her open.
Her breath was coming in gasps as he licked and sucked the hell out of her over-sensitized clit. Much as she was riding high on it, she didn’t find the relief that hovered just out of reach. Just when she thought she was going to die from the pleasure, he moved up her body and raised her legs over his arms. Tilting her hips up, she moved her legs to his shoulders with an expectant groan.
He placed the thick head of his penis at her opening, and she closed her eyes in preparation for the invasion.
“Open your eyes, Franchesca. I want you to see me when I claim you and make you mine.”
He didn’t have to repeat it. She had waited days for this. Her eyes snapped opened like rubber bands as she felt her body weeping in anticipation. She looked down and saw he had his shaft in his hand, but instead of entering her, he used the head to spread her juices all over her opening, paying special attention to her clit, which was already stiff and ready to explode.
The anticipation was too much for her. She bit her lip, drawing blood. Had he not had her in this vulnerable position, she would have sunk her teeth into him instead. That’s how desperate she was becoming. Nearly out of her mind now, she began to whimper, and as if that was his cue, he began easing inside her, one glorious inch at a time.
The entire world seemed to stop as she felt the slow, thick slide as he entered her. She was being stretched to the limit, but he didn’t let up until he was buried to the hilt inside her, and then he began to move, the movements slow and controlled. She was expecting a fast, furious ride, and she had braced herself for it, but this slow, controlled movement was not at all what she expected or wanted.
She began thrashing her head from side to side against the desk in frustration. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he lifted her off the desk, bringing her into his body.
“Easy, easy, cheri,” he whispered against her mouth, his voice gravelly with lust. His lips caught hers in a deep, luscious kiss as his hips nudged and ground against the tight confinement of her body. He kept this up as he whispered sweet nothings against her lips, and then he tilted her just a bit and went in.
Whatever he did caused her to hiss and cry out so strong was the sensation that hit her. He did it again, and this time she almost screamed out. He grunted his satisfaction. “You like it like that, do you, darling? Or do you want me to stop?”
“Yes. Yes.” No. No. She was becoming delirious as he kept impaling her with the controlled movements, hitting the same spot over and over until she fractured and screamed her release as he took possession of her mouth, taking her love cries into himself, muffling her vocal response to keep them private from his staff.
He rode it out until the spasms of muscles had all but faded, and then he picked up the pace, driving into her with power thrusts that had her climbing the wall again. The movement was fast and furious, and he took her with him as, with a few final thrusts, he found his own release.
She lay quietly, trembling against Damon’s chest, the same position he had lifted her to when she’d followed him into a second earth-shattering release. As she lay there, she felt the hot slickness of his seed between her thighs, but she was too sated to do anything other than cover his chest with open-mouth kisses as she licked the salt of his sweat off his body.
He kissed her hair. “You’re all right?” His raspy voice made him the sound like a rock star who had been singing all night. Thinking of the analogy caused her to smile in contentment.
“What are you smiling about?”
“It’s my secret,” she told him.
“Is that how it’s going to be?” he told her. “I’ve a good mind to put you down, but I don’t know if your legs will give out from under you.”
“I’m fine, I think. Let me try standing,” she said, but he made no move to release her. She soon found out why. He kept them joined, and he was as hard as ever inside her. Not only that, but he was beginning to grow in length and width.
His finger played along the seam of her top lip as he kept his steel gray gaze on her, a deep thoughtful look on his face. She wanted to see what he was going to do. His questing fingers traveled down to her throat and the swell of her breasts.
“Your skin is so soft,” he whispered against her lips. “I love the feel of you, inside and out. I especially love how it feels where we are joined, the way your body grabs onto mine. Matter of fact, I love every part of you.”
She turned her face into his neck. “I love how you feel too, darling. I can’t express it adequately, but it feels wonderful to have you impale me with hardness and heat and to have your mouth doing all those sinful things to me.”
Laughing, he gave her one of those voracious kisses, which had her breathing hard. Even though she was as sated as she was, the feel of his tongue dueling with hers started a heated simmer in her. She didn’t want to seem insatiable, but her female parts had begun to twitch and pulse, coming alive, even as she wondered if he could take her to paradise again so soon.
She need not have worried. He kept her against him, and bracing her against the closed office door, he showed her what it meant to be made love to until she tingled all over. Until her throat was raw from her screams as he brought her to orgasm again and again.
CHAPTER TEN
Damon knew Franchesca was physically exhausted by the time he finally separated his body from hers. She was barely able to stand, so he carried her to his chair and settled her down. He felt like a heel, but in his defense, he’d been touting a hard-on since he first met her, and the constant suppression had turned him into a sex-starved maniac. Even now, putting on his pants, he was still semi erect, although this was not anything new, given how he’d been going around the past few days.
“Rest, cheri, while I get a washcl
oth to clean up.”
“You mean you don’t have a bathroom in this wonderfully appointed office?”
“No, I never had the need, but if I’m going to be doing this with you in here, I’ll have to remedy that. I’ll never ever be able to do any work in here again without seeing you spread out on my desk, like a buffet, for my enjoyment. Come to think of it, I do feel like a glutton.”
“You’re just a perverted man. Go get me a washcloth.”
*****
Turning, he looked at her with those magnetic eyes, and she was immediately reminded of her naked state. He had a way of caressing her with his eyes, just by the way he looked at her, and of course her body responded to him like a well-tuned violin in the hands of a master.
As the door closed behind him, she got up from the chair and pulled her shirt on. At least a part of her would be covered. She reached down to see how her foot had fared, after the sessions she had put it through, and was pleased to see, although the cast was a bit loose, it was none the worse for wear. She was fussing around with it when her eyes fell on the name and address of a letter on the floor next to her foot.
Without giving it a second thought, she picked up the letter and was about to place it on his desk when the opening line of the letter caused her to give it a second glance. She felt as if she had been given a punch in the gut.
Mon mari chéri.
My darling husband.
Franchesca’s teeth began to chatter from the unnatural chill that came over her, and she began to shiver. She couldn’t concentrate to read the letter, so she picked up her sweat pants and pulled them on over her soiled body. She didn’t have the desire for him to see her naked again.
Placing the letter in the pocket, she waited for him to return. She was through buttoning the last button in her top when Damon walked back in, carrying a tray with a bowl of water and a supply of fresh towels. She was no longer interested in getting cleaned, to hell with it. She wanted as far away from his lying, cheating ass as possible.