by Mia Ford
“I just…” Veronica moaned softly, her hips involuntarily arching she sucked at her collarbone. “I forgot how this feels…”
“So did I,” Frank breathed against her skin, and a shiver ran up Veronica’s spine.
Frank cupped her breast through her bra, and Veronica released a soft sigh. Her hands shot out of their own accord and she dug her nails into his sides. She heard him growl low in his throat.
“You can always tell me to stop,” he reminded her breathlessly as his other hand moved behind her back and began to fiddle with the clasp of her bra.
Veronica could hardly catch her breath, much less tell him to stop. She tore her hands away from his sides and anxiously reached to undo the buttons of his shirt even as Frank managed to undo her bra.
Before she knew it, her hands were in the air, and Frank easily divested her of her shirt. Veronica’s mind was in a whirl. She had never experienced anything like this, and she wondered if this was the exception, or the norm outside of her relationship with Calvin. She did not give it much thought, though, as she felt Calvin spin her around and press her back, causing her to fall back into one of the leather chairs with a soft yelp.
Frank smiled down at her as he shrugged his shirt off, baring his well-muscled torso. Veronica felt her mouth water as she drank in the sight of his gleaming dark skin and the muscles rippling beneath. He shot her a devilish smile and moved to kneel down in front of the chair.
Veronica watched, enraptured, panting lightly as Frank placed his hands on the inside of her knees, and began to run them up her thighs. She moaned softly as he caressed her sex through her pants for a moment, and then trailed his fingertips to the button and zipper, easily undoing them.
Veronica lifted up her hips as he dragged her pants, as well as her panties down her legs and over her feet. He tossed the clothing over his shoulder and his eyes moved to look at her, a ravenous gleam flickering within them. Veronica couldn’t help but squirm on the chair.
Locking his eyes with hers, Frank lowered his head and Veronica shivered as he began to kiss a line up her thighs, alternating between each one. She bit her lip and tightly gripped the arms of the chair as he placed a kiss on her mound.
Veronica locked eyes with him as he extended his tongue and licked a long line from her dripping slit to her clit. Her hips arched up off the chair, and Frank wrapped his fingers around her hips to steady her as he deepened his attentions.
Veronica was a trembling mess, and she alternated between gripping the chair and Frank’s shoulders. She felt herself approaching the precipice of her orgasm, and she vaguely noted that it was the first one she had received from someone else in a very long time.
Just as the thought crossed her mind, Frank slid two fingers into her. With a gasp, Veronica felt her inside walls clamp down on his digits and her hips jerked with the force of her climax. Frank masterfully caressed her sex and helped her to ride through her orgasm while not overstimulating her.
When Veronica’s orgasm subsided, Frank gently pulled his fingers out of her and gently kissed a line back up the center of her stomach and between her breasts. Finally, he reached her mouth and Veronica cupped the back of his head as their mouths locked in a kiss.
As they pulled back, Veronica was greeted with his gentle smile, and she looked at him in awe.
“What is it?” he asked her, his tone more curious than concerned.
Veronica wordlessly shook her head, and a breathless laugh escaped her lips.
“It’s just been so long since…” Veronica started, and slowly shook her head. Frank chuckled, and ran his fingertips along her cheekbones.
“Well I have to admit I felt a little rusty,” he chuckled, moving to situate himself beside her on the chair, pulling her side close to his chest.
“If that’s rusty…” Veronica trailed off, and Frank laughed lightly.
He began to plant kisses along her temple, and Veronica felt him tilt his hips forward, and she gasped, feeling another flare of arousal as his hardness rubbed against her naked thigh.
Veronica turned to face him, and ran her fingernails down his chest and abs until she reached the buttons of his pants and his belt. She fumbled a little as she worked to undo the fastening, but eventually she was rewarded for her efforts, and she was able to slide her hand beneath the elastic of his boxers.
Veronica’s eyes widened as she wrapped her fingers around the girth of his cock, and was shocked to find that her fingers couldn’t completely surround him. She looked up into Frank’s eyes, and he gave her a smirk, letting her know just how proud he was of his thickness. She vaguely wondered if he had the length to match.
With little preamble, Veronica slid out of the chair, and pressed against Frank’s shoulders until he followed her motions, and he took up the space in the hair that she had once occupied. Veronica hastily removed his shoes and socks, and then moved to grip the waistband of his pants and underwear, jerking them down his legs.
Veronica’s jaw dropped shamelessly as she got sight of his cock. It was every bit as long as it was thick, and it stood proudly erect, ready for whatever would come. Veronica felt a flutter of nerves. She didn’t want to start comparing, but Calvin was nowhere near this size. She felt like she had felt before giving her first blowjob.
She looked up at Frank, and her nerves disappeared as she realized he was every bit as apprehensive as she was. In the midst of her lust, she felt a much more tender emotion in her stomach bloom as she realized just how human this man was.
Her lust returned in full force, though, as she saw his cock twitch. Without hesitation, Veronica got down on her knees between his thighs. She ran her nails along his inner thighs, and she heard his sharp intake of air as she gently traced along his balls.
Finally, Veronica rapped her hand around his cock at the base, and pumped up along its length. She heard Frank release a soft moan, and saw him arch his hips up into her touch. Veronica felt a rush of heat as she saw a drop of precome form on his tip.
Veronica leaned her head forward and licked from his base to his tip, gathering up the drop of moisture, relishing the salty taste. More followed, and Veronica continued to pump him, using his own fluids as lubricants. Finally, she dipped her head further down, and she took the tip of his length in her mouth, bobbing her head lightly and flicking her tongue along his frenulum each time she withdrew.
Frank as largely quiet, only releasing the occasion pant or soft moan. Veronica could tell, though, by his straining muscles, that he was enjoying her treatment. Inspired by his reactions, Veronica relaxed the back of her throat, and pushed past her gag reflex, taking his entire length down her throat.
Veronica felt Frank’s hand at the back of her head, and heard his growling. She could feel his body vibrating beneath her, and she knew he was likely working hard to keep from roughly thrusting into her throat.
Veronica’s eyes were tearing up, and her lungs were beginning to cry out from a lack of air, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull off of him, knowing that he was enjoying it. She began to contract her throat muscles as best she could in an attempt to give him as much pleasure as she could.
She felt Frank’s hands on either side of her face, and she expected him to hold her head still as he thrust into her throat, but she was surprised when he began to pull her off. Veronica gagged a little as he pulled out of her, and she took in a fast breath of air.
Frank released her face and moved his hand to take her up under the arms so that she was kneeling on the chair over him.
“That’s enough of that,” Frank growled, and Veronica shivered as he took hold of her hips.
Veronica whimpered and squirmed as she tried to lower herself onto his cock, but was held back by his grip over her hips. She knew he wanted it as much as she did, and she did not understand why he was holding her back.
“Please don’t tease me Frank,” she begged, a small whine in her voice. “I want you…”
“I want you too,” Frank uttered darkl
y, and Veronica could hear the raw lust on his voice. “But if we do this… there’s no turning back for you.”
Veronica took that in for a moment. He was right. So far, they had fooled around, but they hadn’t actually had sex. It was bad, but it was definitely something that she could get through with Calvin.
If she took this last step, she knew there was a good chance that Calvin would never forgive her if he found out. It would most likely be the end of their relationship. Even if he never found out, she would have to carry the knowledge that she had slept with another man with her for the rest of their relationship.
And yet, even as she realized all these things, she couldn’t bring herself to stand up from where she knelt straddling Frank’s body, her dripping lit mere inches away from the head of his cock. She could never remember ever feeling so alive and so adored by a man. The way his eyes seemed to devour her lit a blazing fire in her core, and made her feel like the vibrant, unique woman she had always pictured herself as.
Veronica’s body ached for the satisfaction of feeling Frank’s thick length slide into her, and she was barely aware of the fact that her hips were flexing in an effort to close the distance between her entrance and his tip. She could hardly think when her primal urges were crying out for her to be filled and taken.
Veronica knew what her decision was, and with little regard for the consequences, she wound her hands around Frank’s and intertwined her fingers with his. She looked into his eyes, telling him with her gaze that she had made her decision, and that she would accept the consequences for her actions.
Slowly, her muscles quivering with anticipation, she lowered herself until she could feel the heat of his cock head just at her entrance. She flexed her hips a little, and moaned at the sensation of his tip sliding along her entrance. She lowered herself still further, and she felt a wave of pleasure roll over her body as his tip was sheathed within her.
Veronica whimpered, and suddenly found it hard to catch her breath. Frank let go of her hands, and he took a gentle hold of her hips. Veronica squirmed and braced her hands against his chest as he guided her down slowly. When he was fully sheathed within her, he clasped her face between his hands and puller her in for a deep, passionate kiss. Their teeth clashed as they fairly devoured one another, and Veronica’s head spun as her pussy throbbed from how very tightly it was filled.
Veronica broke the kiss and balance back on her knees and toes. She slowly lifted up and whimpered as she felt her lips drag along his cock as she pulled out almost completely, and then lowered herself back down.
Veronica locked eyes with Frank as she repeated this motion a couple of times, and then she increased her pace. Faster than what she had intended, Veronica soon found herself riding him with wild abandon, her fingernails digging into the flesh of his shoulders and chest.
Veronica felt free and invincible. She couldn’t remember ever doing this before, and she cried out every time she crashed down onto his cock, his length piercing a sensitive spot within her that Calvin had never been able to discover.
Veronica looked down into Frank’s face and tried to judge how he was responding. Each time their eyes met, Veronica felt as though an electric shock had gone straight to her sex. It was not long at all before she felt her body heading to another orgasm.
As if on cue, Frank took hold of her hips and held her still as he thrust up into her. Veronica cried out and dug her nails into his chest, eliciting a growl from him. Veronica felt her muscles clamp down over him, and she let out a sob.
Veronica’s mind spun as he continued to pound into her after her orgasm, and he let out a groan as she felt his member stiffen and jerk inside of her, bathing her insides with his seed. Veronica collapsed on top of him, and they both breathed heavily in the aftermath of their mutual climax.
Veronica nuzzled her head into Frank’s chest, and he ran his hand up and down her back. She realized that a soft smile had made its way onto her face, indicative of her deep satisfaction. She knew that the next day she would be sore between her legs, and she had never been so happy about anticipating pain.
They stayed that way, silently laying with each other in his chair. Eventually, Veronica lifted her hips up off him, and winced a little when his softened member left her.
“Are you alright?” Frank asked, his dark eyes shining with concern. His hands cupped her face and gently stroked over her hair.
“I’m…” Veronica shook her head with wonderment. “I haven’t felt so incredible in a long time.”
“Neither have I,” Frank whispered with a smile. He gathered her close to his chest and placed a tender kiss on her forehead.
They lingered there for a while longer. After a while, Veronica felt Frank stir beneath her, and before she knew it, she was settled bridal style in his arms, and he rose from the chair.
“Come on, let’s get cleaned up,” Frank smiled down at her.
He carried her into the small bathroom that was connected to the office. It was just a half bath, but a very nice one. Frank set her down on the long counter, and reached to a stack of wash clothes and hand towels closer to the sink. He turned on the hot water and let it warm, then soaked it and wrung it out.
Veronica could see a spark of Darkness in Frank’s eyes as he ran the cloth up between her thighs, and gently bathed her sex. She felt a soft surge of desire, and she squirmed a little under his hand. Soon, though, he was done, and she felt a little disappointed when he withdrew. She must have pouted, for Frank chuckled at her.
“Always ready, I see,” he noted playfully, and kissed her cheek. He got another washrag, and bathed his own member, and then turned to open the door of the closet along one of the walls.
Veronica watched as he withdrew two robes, one dark green and the other a deep scarlet. He handed her the green one, and then put on the scarlet one himself.
“Don’t want to give the girls a scare in case they’re out of bed,” Frank smiled at her.
“You sure are prepared,” Veronica noted as she hopped down from the counter and put on the robe.
“Well my wife and I were… adventurous in our youth,” Frank said with a small smile.
“Wait, I this… hers?” Veronica asked, holding up the hem of her robe.
“Don’t worry, it’s been washed,” Frank said playfully.
“Frank…” Veronica said seriously, concerned for his emotional state.
“I like my name in your mouth,” Frank purred, moving to place his hands on her waist. “And I like that robe on your body.”
Veronica frowned a little, still feeling uncomfortable.
“Come on, trust me,” Frank said gently. “Let’s go up to bed.”
Veronica hesitated a moment more, but finally she relented, and took Frank’s hand as he led her out of the bathroom.
They both gathered up their clothes from the office, not wanting to cause a scandal with the rest of the staff. Then, Frank led her quietly up the stairs and past the hallway of the girl’s room, and into the hallway where Veronica knew her own room was.
He did not go into her room, but rather opened the door across from it. He stepped into the room, pulling Veronica in behind him, and then shut the door. This room much like hers, was outfitted with small sofas, dark wood dressers, and a cream colored rug to match his cream colored bedding. The main feature, though, was the elegant four post bed, though his did not include curtains.
Veronica could tell what side he slept on from the nightstand. Veronica couldn’t help but realize that the other side had likely been where his wife slept. She watched Frank get ready for bed and take off his robe, and he waited expectantly for her to do the same.
“Come on,” he said easily, gesturing to the other side of the bed.
“Maybe I should just go to my room,” Veronica said softly. “I just don’t feel right… I mean just this had already been a lot to take in.”
Frank blinked, an expression of concern passing over his face.
“I’m sorry,”
he shook his head. “I never meant to…”
“No, no,” Veronica held up her hands. “I wanted everything that we did, that’s not it. I just… it’s a lot to take in, and maybe we should both give each other time to process all this…”
Frank took in her words and let out a soft sigh.
“You’re right,” he said, and gave her a smile. He moved over to her and gathered her in a gentle hug. Veronica let out a long breath through her nose as she wrapped her arms around his torso. They stood that way for a long moment.
“Come on,” Frank finally whispered, looking down at her with his familiar easy smile.
Veronica let him lead her back out of his room, and across the hall into her own. They entered the room, and he crossed to her bed, turning down the comforter so that she could easily get in.
Veronica slipped out of the green robe, and made to hand it back to him, but Frank held up his hands.
“Hold on to it,” he said softly. “Just in case.”
Veronica wanted to protest, but she figured she had already won one battle for the night, and it wouldn’t kill her to hold on to the robe.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
“You’re welcome,” Frank murmured, and ran his fingertips along her cheekbone.
“Goodnight,” Veronica faintly whispered, momentarily regretting her wish to be separated for the night. Frank chuckled.
“I’ll see myself out,” Franks aid, and made his way to the door. He lingered in the doorway for a moment, looking back at her with an expression she couldn’t quite read.
“Goodnight Veronica,” he said, his voice hushed. Then, he turned his back and shut the door behind him.
Veronica let out a shuddering breath, a little shocked by the events that had just transpired. She undid the tie of the sash of the robe, and took it off. She held it in her hand and looked at it for a moment. She vaguely wondered what his wife had been like. She wondered if Frank would ever want to talk about her.
Veronica shook her head, dismissing the notion. She had to force herself to remember that she was not about to try and have a relationship with her boss. The reality of what had just transpired between them finally hit her.