by Ava Danielle
“That’s not an answer, Theresa,” and I don’t stop. I continue to nuzzle the spot she’s ticklish at.
“Yes, fine, yes. Just stop already,” she giggles.
I pull her back up and straighten her dress. Both of us smiling at each other.
“I’m going to finish up this sketch and then we can go, sound good?” She smiles and nods at me as she leaves the office.
Unfortunately, I’m having a hard time concentrating on this sketch, all I’m thinking about is the way she leaned against my desk, the way her legs spread for me, and how badly I want her.
Fuck, this woman drives me crazy!
Walking up to the carnival, Theresa takes my hand.
“Do you like Ferris wheels?” she asks me in a shy tone.
“Yep. You?” and before I finish my question, she already pulls me to the pay booth. “Two tickets,” she tells the teller behind the window. “Thank you!” Next thing I know, we’re sitting inside and she’s wrapped in my arm.
Once it starts to take off and we make our way up, Theresa presses into me and kisses me hard, she’s possessive, and I don’t even mind. She’s claiming me as hers like I did to her not but a few hours ago.
It’s in that exact moment, I realize, she belongs to me. She’s whom I’m destined to be with. I just need to make her see that.
The sun is shining down on us, making us feel like we’re the highlight of a show. Only, we don’t see an audience, we see us, there’s only us kissing at the top. We’re one, molding together.
The ferris wheel goes around about five times, and we’re making out. Her hands all over me, she squeezes my thigh, but it’s when she starts to put her hand on my crotch that I come back to reality. I open my eyes as we kiss and stare right into her green eyes. I pull back. And she smiles.
“You drive me crazy,” I tell her as I try for another kiss. Only her hand is distracting me. She bites my lip and her hand starts to rub, making a certain something about to pop out of my pants.
“Fuck!” I whisper as the ferris wheel stops at the bottom and hear Theresa giggle as she pushes me out of it.
“I’ll get you back,” I scream after her.
“I’d like to see you try,” she looks back laughing, sticking out her tongue to me. What a fucking tease.
I stop at an ice cream stand and order us two cones of vanilla. Theresa is ahead looking at the little stands that are selling jewelry and such. I walk up behind her and smile handing her the ice cream cone, but not until I push a little ice cream on top of her nose.
“Hey, what was that for?” she giggles.
“Told you I’d get you back,” I laugh as I lick mine.
But this woman owns me. She takes her ice cream cone and licks the ice cream with her tongue in the most sensual way.
Don’t let her innocent disguise fool you. This girl has it all. Sex appeal, smartness, and innocence all rolled into one.
I continue watching her lick that ice cream as if it was my cock, turning me on. I see her eyes wander toward my crotch as she’s sucking the ice cream. She’s licking it as it runs down the waffle, the tip of her tongue barely touching it. I’m spent. I want to fuck her right here in front of everyone, for all I care.
“We need to go,” I tell her as I walk toward the exit. But she stomps her foot, “Michael Walker, we will do no such thing,” and I turn around to look at her. Did she really just boss me around?
“Yes, you heard me, get back here.”
I stare at her for a minute, studying her facial expression. She’s being funny, but extremely serious. What a fucking turn on. I wander back to her and whisper into her ear,
“I didn’t want to leave anyways,” and that’s when she takes her ice cream cone and squashes it into my face, so hard the ice cream stuck to my nose. She’s laughing hysterically and I’m left standing with ice cream all on my face. Unbelievable.
Theresa can’t control her laughter. People are starting to stare. She takes her finger and scrapes off some of the ice cream, licking it off her finger and smiling at me. “Want some?” She pulls some more off my face with her index finger, she rubs the finger along my lips and as I part my lips, her finger inserts and I suck it off. I’m sucking the ice cream off and I’m wanting so much more. She knows it.
“Let’s go to the restroom and clean you up,” she says as she’s laughing at me.
After my face is back to normal, Theresa looks at me, her eyes getting darker, “I want to kiss you so bad right now,”
I smile at her as I see her bite her lip.
“What’s stopping you?”
She looks around the bathroom, like it’s supposed to be obvious. Honestly, when I’m with her, nothing around me matters. The nasty green walls, the dirty sinks, the broke faucet with running water, the smell of urine, nothing matters to me, all I want is her. All I crave is her.
I pull her toward me only by her ponytail; she has no choice but to come to me. She’s starting to breathe hard. I don’t slow down. I kiss her, right where she wants to be kissed.
I pull her into one of the stalls and lock the door behind me. She’s leaned against the wall and my fingers caress her cheek. My lips tease hers, barely touching. These are the lips I want to kiss for the rest of my life. These are the lips I can lose sleep over. These are the lips that feel magical to me.
“Michael,” she whispers. She’s throwing her head back, her breathing hitches, and her eyes are blinking. She’s having a hard time concentrating.
“Yes?” I whisper back to her, clearly turning her on.
Slowly, I take my finger and slide under her dress. She’s not stopping me. I slide my fingers up her thighs, I feel her goose bumps rise, but she’s still not stopping me. She’s breathing louder and my finger slides up further and further to her clit. I want to touch, and to my surprise, she’s soaking wet. Still not stopping me, I slide into her pussyfurther. She starts to moan. And I continue to slide in deeper and deeper. She’s adjusting her body for me. Pretty sure she’s begging for more.
There’s a bang on the door, when I realize where we are. Theresa looks at me shocked and I hush her mouth with mine. My finger slowly moves out of her and I lick it off as she watches me. She’s turned on; I can see it in her eyes. She bites her lips and licks them as she watches me suck all her juice off my finger.
“I think we should leave,” I whisper to her; as there’s another bang on the door. She nods in agreement and straightens her dress. I unlock the door and we both squeeze out of the stall past one angry woman. “That is unacceptable. You can’t just occupy a stall to do god knows what in there. Who the hell do you young people think you are? That is despicable!” she yells after us as we run out of the bathroom as fast as we can, before anyone can recognize our faces. Laughing the entire way.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe we just got caught,” Theresa says amused.
“Technically, we didn’t get caught.” I tell her driving down the street back to my place.
“Are you kidding me, Mr. Walker? She knows exactly what we did. There are probably stains in the bathroom that we left behind. Some kind of evidence.”
I can’t help but laugh at her, “evidence?” I look over at her and raise my eyebrows.
“You know exactly what I mean,” she says as she starts to slide her dress up. We are stuck at a red light and I watch her, curious as to what she’s about to do next. She takes her finger, slides into herself, pulls it back out, and shows me the wetness dripping off her finger. I’ve never seen anyone do such a thing.
“This evidence!” she states with no concern at all.
“Fuck Theresa!” I say as I speed through the streets. I’m ready to get back to my place, to slide my dick into her. I can’t wait any longer, I need to feel her around me, I need to be deep inside of her, I have to devour her or I’m going to lose my mind.
“I’m just trying to give you a visual of what I mean” she snickers.
Parking at my house, she looks around. “Is thi
s your place?”
I utter a quiet yes and get out of my car to go around and help her out. But she beat me to it and is already out, admiring my yard and house. “Beautiful”
“It’s a house, Theresa. You’re the beautiful one,” she smiles at me and places a soft kiss on my cheek.
Unlocking the front door, we make our way inside; once I close the door I press her against the wall. She wails from the unexpected. But I silence her quickly with my tongue. I will have her begging for me before too long.
I raise her hands above her head, admiring her beauty. Admiring the way her dimples come out when she smiles. Indulging her green eyes as they stare back at me. If time could ever stand still, this would be the moment I’d beg for it.
“I want you, Theresa. And if I don’t stop now I won’t be able to control myself.” I pull back from her, but she pulls my shirt and nearly rips it with her grip. She pulls me back into her.
“I want you, Michael. But you already know I do. Did you want to hear it from me? Do you want me to tell you to fuck me, to fuck me hard?”
Words leave me. She has a dirty mouth, under all that innocence; she has a dirty fucking mouth. She’s as filthy as my mind when I think about her.
I take her hand as I lead her upstairs to the bedroom. She’s looking around, but I hope she doesn’t plan on staring at anything for too long, because all I want is for us to stare into each other’s eyes. I want to see her cum, watch her squirm, and make her scream.
I want to be her undoing.
Theresa is in my bedroom. She’s the first woman ever to be in my bedroom at this house. The first woman I’ve ever been with since Addison. I feel like I’m a teenager all over again trying to learn a woman’s body, but instead I’m a grown man that should know how it’s done, like riding a bike, right?
She’s standing before me in her sundress and ballerinas. Before I get a chance to tell her to take her shoes or dress off, she starts to remove her shoes, slowly. Maybe she’s realizing my hesitation since it’s been so long that she figures she’ll help me out. Regardless, her taking charge is a major turn on.
Glaring into each other’s eyes, she comes near me and places her hands on my chest. Undoing my tie, unbuttoning my shirt, I’m stuck just watching her. As soon as I try to place my hand under her dress, she stops me, “last time I stood naked before you, now you will stand naked before me,” I look at her questionably.
“But am I drunk?”
Theresa smiles, ‘it’s only fair,” and starts to unbutton and unzip my pants. She’s touching everywhere, her hands gliding along my body.
“You’ve got chills,” she says as she’s placing kisses on my chest, after eliminating my shirt, she’s kissing my nipples, and pulling them with her teeth. She’s teasing me and I’m not sure how much longer I can stand here and let her. Her fingernail grazes along my arms, and her moans are letting me know she’s ready for me.
After a few more seconds of her torture, I pull my pants and boxers down and watch her reaction as I stand naked facing her. I take my right hand and push her to the edge of the bed; she’s taking baby steps as I do so. Two can play this game.
Bending down, I kiss her ankles, her calves, up along her legs. As I move higher, I pull her dress up with me. I pull the dress over her head and stare into her beautiful eyes as it comes off. She’s left wearing nothing but a black bra and matching panties. Her diamond belly button piercing catches my attention. I’ve never really liked them all that much, but on her it looks ridiculously sexy. I take my right index finger and slide it around her bellybutton going in circles. Her breath hitches and I can tell she’s trying not to laugh. My left hand is pulling her panties from behind teasing her butt cheek, forming hearts with the stroke of my finger.
Backing up some, I undo her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders and down to the floor. I see those flawless breasts again, I see her pink nipples harden, and I’m admiring every inch of her body.
“You’re absolutely gorgeous, Theresa.”
Her eyes tell me everything I need to know, they show me exactly how she feels, exactly what she wants. I pull her into my arms and kiss her hard. The smell of strawberries hit me, not sure if it’s her hair or perfume, but whatever it is, it’s fucking awesome. I feel her hand on my cock as we kiss. She’s rubbing in just the right places, she’s squeezing to the point I might just explode right here. I push her back onto the bed, she’s flat on her back and I stand before her. I separate her legs and take in the sight of her pussy. She’s perfect in every way. I lick my lips, my fingers slowly teasing her thighs, every time she thinks I’ll push into her, I move away. She’s starting to lose control and squirm.
“Stay still,” I tell her as I tease her more.
She’s moaning as I place my tongue on her folds, but only with the tip of my tongue. One tease, then another. It’s driving her mad. My finger joins in as I taste her. My lips sucking up some of her juice and her moans become louder. I taste her off my finger and she’s watching me. She’s watching me enjoy her. That fucking turns me on.
Theresa’s finger tries to join in, but I push her away. I want her to enjoy it all, I want her to feel it.
Sucking on her folds, sliding my tongue over her clit, nearly making her cum, she moans, “fuck”, over and over. I’m never going to stop. But she begs for my cock. And she can continue to beg. She tastes so fucking good, I can’t get enough of her. She may need to be breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I could devour her all day.
Giving her a chance to breathe, I slide my body over hers and kiss her lips. Making her taste herself.
“Michael, fuck me,” she pleads.
“Soon, baby, soon,” I whisper. But she’s growing impatient, trying to take hold of my cock. I refuse her. I bite and pull her nipples until she shouts. “I said, soon,” and she starts to growl. I got her right where I want her.
I continue to suck on her nipples, pulling them in-between my teeth, biting periodically. Her hand is pulling my hair, the harder I bite and pull her nipples, the harder she pulls my hair. She’s not going to win this war. I’ll continue this until there are marks on her body, until she looks in the mirror tomorrow and sees where I staked my claim.
“How bad you want me, baby?” I ask her, it’s taking forever for her to answer; she’s trying to catch her breath.
She starts to stutter, “Michael, I need you.”
Not arguing, I slowly slide my cock into her, pushing in deeper and deeper, “you’re so tight, baby,” and I feel her wrap around me. She’s letting it all go.
“Oh fuck yes,” we both scream. I’m pounding into her harder with every thrust. In this moment, I made her mine. She belongs to me and I will always make sure of it.
Trying to catch our breath, I’m still on top of her, still inside her, kissing her lips gently. Intoxicating, that’s what she is. I can’t get enough of her. And I never want to.
“Michael,”
“Yes, baby,”
“I need to pee,” and that’s my cue to get off.
She starts to giggle. I slide off her to the side, and while she’s trying to climb over me to get out of bed, I make sure to smack her ass.
“What was that for?” she asks.
“It was there.”
“Oh, so just because it was there means you can just smack it?”
“Duh.”
She walks out, in my shirt, and it looks fucking hot on her.
I can’t believe I just fucked my assistant. Now it hits me. Now I’m realizing what we just did. All that teasing during the day has made me incredibly reckless. Men really doonly think with their dicks. Fuck. But it was so fucking worth it. She tasted so fucking good. I can’t get the images out of my head of how well she looked on my bed.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks as she lies back down in bed next to me. She places her head on my chest as we both stare up to the ceiling.
“You!” I tell her point blank.
“What about me?”
/> “Everything. You’re perfection, Theresa,” I let her know.
“Hardly, Michael. But I will take that compliment,” she says squeezing my hand tight that I had placed in hers. We are connected.
“Michael, no one has ever made me feel that way,” she confesses.
“What do you mean?”
“No one has ever made me feel. No one was ever able to tease me and make me feel for such a long time. Most guys I’ve lost interest in during sex, but with you it could’ve taken longer, you could’ve teased the fuck out of me and I wouldn’t have minded. It felt so damn good, you felt so damn good, I’m starting to ramble, sorry,”
“You’re not rambling baby,” I kiss her forehead, “I know exactly what you mean,” I reassure her.
“I should’ve had more self control,” she says suddenly, “I’m not talking about during, I’m talking about before. I’m still your assistant who just fucked her boss.”
“Okay, and I’m still your boss that fucked his assistant. It doesn’t matter, you need to stop looking at it that way,”
“There’s no other way to look at it,” she tells me.
“Wanna bet? We’re a couple that no matter how, found each other, we just, well, fucked, made love, whatever you want to call it. That’s all there’s to it.” But I don’t think I convinced her, she just groaned in agreement.
“Babe, let’s have dinner.” I tell her as I try to get her out of bed and distracted.
I throw on my boxers and she’s running around in only my t-shirt, she didn’t even bother putting her panties back on. She’s a fucking devil in an angel’s suit. I’m a lucky, lucky man.
Do. Not. Fall. In. Love. With. HIM. Theresa. DO NOT. I have to keep telling myself that. He’s my boss. Hot, sexy, successful, but MY boss. He should’ve been off limits. I shouldn’t have gone as far as I did. As far? What the hell, I went all the way. I let him do things to me no one ever has, and that’s because they didn’t want to or they didn’t know how. I spent the night with him. I kissed him more than I can count. I don’t think we fucked, I think it was more passionate than that, which scares me, because I don’t do relationships, I fuck whoever, whenever, and that’s it. But I’m curious for more. There’s so much more he’d be willing to give. So much more he’d be willing to do. Fuck. My. Life.