The longer they danced together, their bodies moving as one, the harder he got with every sensual glide, every soft stroke of her belly against his jean-covered shaft.
Davis had both of his arms wrapped around her waist and he allowed one of his hands to lightly grip her sweet bottom, giving her a hot massage in response to her touch, before he moved it back to her waist.
The gym was dark and they were dancing in one of the least populated areas, and no one could see them as his hands caressed her body.
Her small hands weren’t idle either. Soon, he stifled a groan as they feathered caresses over his chest, swirling patterns against his nipples, mimicking what she’d done last night to him.
He didn’t think she was aware of what she was doing, the effect she was having on him. It was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain his composure with her hot hands playing with him, yet he pulled her closer, until there was not a single hair’s breadth separating them.
Her hot movements against him were tantalizing and electric. Davis was forced to close his eyes as he expelled a long breath and felt the cum swell in his balls.
“As much as I’m enjoying this, I think we’d better stop. I don’t think I can keep going like this. This is agonizing having you so close, feeling your body slide against mine…with all these eyes on me, it’s torture, Candy” Davis whispered hoarsely into her ear.
He leaned back to look at her face and within moments, the sensual cast on her face was gone.
She pulled away from him as the last strains of the song faded. When the song ended, someone turned on a set of the lights near the stage, and Davis could clearly see Candy’s face, illuminated against the dim lighting.
The faraway look of pleasure had been erased when his words penetrated her brain.
Candy had been completely engrossed in the song. The feel of Davis’ body pressed so intimately against hers, the hard, thick ridge of his shaft pressed insistently against her stomach had left her aching, instantly wet.
Despite her surroundings, despite the questions she had about him, his wife…none of it mattered in that moment. She wanted him so badly she’d do anything to be alone with him so they could carry out what they’d started on the dance floor. But she wasn’t about to allow her lust to have her make a complete fool of herself.
Candy glanced up into his harshly sensual face.
“Well, it’s a good thing the song is over. Now we can stop this…torture…without causing speculation,” she answered, tightly. “I had better get back to my duties. Thanks for the dance.”
With that she moved away from him and with a purposeful saunter in her walk, one she hoped to hell showed confidence and verve, instead of wobbling uncertainty, she walked away.
Candy was stopped by one of the volunteers as she walked away from him, and as she spoke to the parent, she could feel his eyes boring a hole in the back of her head. Unable to resist the lure, she turned her head enough to cast a final glance in his direction.
He stood in the exact spot they danced in; his penetrating gaze intent, unwavering before he turned away from her.
Had he not been the one to turn away, Candy wondered how long she would have stood like that, watching him watching her. She was oblivious to the parent who blithely went on talking and didn’t pay the woman much attention; Candy’s attention was solely focused on one man.
With a disgusted shake of her head she plastered a smile on her face as she listened to her volunteer’s ideas on an upcoming fundraiser for the center.
26
C andy eased down in her chair, placed her head in both hands and rested her aching head on her desk. It had been a long day, and the party had just ended at—she forced herself to raise her body enough to look at the watch on her wrist—midnight.
She’d seen the last of the volunteers out of the door, after most of the kids had left the gym. The few stragglers left were mostly children of the few remaining volunteers, who were helping to put the gym back to rights.
With a groan she laid her head back on the desk. After her one dance with Davis, Candy had managed to avoid him, for the most part, for the rest of the evening.
She’d caught the questioning look on his face, and knew he wondered what was wrong with her, why she was avoiding him.
“He is so clueless, has absolutely no idea what happened between us from last night to this morning,” she mumbled out loud. As she spoke, her breath fanned the fine hairs that sprinkled her arm as she rested her head against it.
“Especially after all that hot sex we had,” she continued her one-sided dialogue, as usual, to no one in particular in her empty office. “I knew it was too good to be true, that he wanted me for me, and not just a warm body, a substitute for his wife. Damn.”
Her wallow in self-pity was cut short when a loud knock on the door forced her to sit up in her chair. “Come in,” she called out, tired and not feeling up to speaking to anyone.
She reluctantly stood from her chair, ready to grab her purse and head out for the night. It was probably one of the two off-duty police officers they’d hired for security for the evening.
She felt a tingling start in her toes and run through her body as she gathered her things. The sensation usually meant Davis Strong was within her general vicinity.
She knew, before he opened the door and walked inside, who it was. Once again her body seemed to know whenever Davis was within a ten-foot radius of her.
“Everyone is gone. I assured the officers that I could see you safely out of the center and into your car,” Davis said as soon as he opened her door.
Without preamble, he walked inside her office and carefully closed the door behind him, locking it. He caught the surprise in her eyes as soon as she saw him.
“Now…are you done hiding from me, for the night?” he asked.
As he waited for her reply, his glance slid over her, top to bottom. She had been in the process of standing when he entered, with both hands braced on the desk. With his entrance, she slowly sat back down in her chair, behind her desk, her eyes warily assessing him.
She didn’t say a word, yet somehow the whole scene was strangely familiar to Davis as her beautiful, light brown eyes continued to assess him.
He walked further into the room and stopped, several feet away from her desk, his legs spread apart, arms crossed over his chest and waited for her reply.
“Are you sure you want to know the answer to that, Davis?” she finally answered, leaning back in her seat, her eyes locked with his. Searching for some answer; he had not a clue as to what.
“Just as much as I’d like to know why you went all cold on me this morning. Why the woman I slept with—”
“We hardly slept,” she interrupted, her smooth brown cheeks flushing.
As he’d been speaking, he’d walked the small distance he was from her, and stood less than a foot away from her.
“Why the woman I made love to, until the early hours of the morning—” he noticed that his clarification only served to heighten the blush she already had going “—was a vastly different woman from the one I faced when I got out of the shower, this morning,” he finished.
“I guess I decided I wasn’t up for a game of substitute. I’ve never been one to sit on the bench and be happy when I’m called in for a pinch hit,” she retorted, sharply.
“Did I miss something here? When did this become a conversation about baseball?” he asked.
He adjusted his pants when his dick thumped against his zipper after her small breast pushed against her dress when she inhaled deeply. The imprint of her pointy nipples was visible through the soft fabric of the wrap.
It dawned on him why the scene was all so familiar. With small exception, it was eerily familiar to one of the erotic dreams he’d had of Candy, weeks ago.
In the dream, she sat behind her desk, wearing one of her typical fabric wraps, much like she now sat. Just as she had in the dream, her skirt was short, brushing the tops of her thighs.
Unlike in the dream, however, she was wearing tights and knee-high boots, and both feet were firmly planted on the floor.
He had no idea if she was wearing panties now, but he was damn sure determined to find out.
“Not talking about baseball, Davis. That was a metaphor for the fact that I don’t think you’re ready for me.”
“You don’t think so?” he murmured.
Davis didn’t give her time to react before he reached over and plucked her up from her chair and plopped her round little ass on top of the desk, ignoring her indignant yelp of protest.
He positioned himself between her thighs, widening them as she leaned back on her elbows and warily observed him. She watched him from beneath lowered lids as he raised her legs, one at a time, and slowly unzipped the knee-high boots she wore and eased them off of her feet.
The thud of the boots hitting the floor was muffled by the sound of her gasp when his long fingers firmly massaged the bottom of one of her covered toes.
“Hmmm,” she groaned and half closed her eyes in response, with her foot braced against his chest, the other dangling over the edge of the desk.
Davis had learned last night how responsive she was to his touch on her feet. After several more light massages, which elicited heartfelt groans of pleasure from her, with reluctance, he allowed her foot to drop.
With his eyes trained on hers, he lifted her bottom from the desk. Slowly, he pulled her tights off of her body, past her rounded hips, thighs and knees and off her feet.
“I wondered,” he murmured and she felt him brush his fingers back and forth against the curly thatch of hair covering her mound.
“About what?”
“If you were wearing any panties. Just like in my dreams, you aren’t,” he replied, the satisfaction evident in his voice as he bent his head to take a deep breath.
“And you smell just as good as you did last night…just like you always do in my dreams.” The look in his lust-filled eyes made her breath catch.
“I’m in your dreams?” she asked, heart thudding in her chest as he continued to toy with her.
“You are,” he affirmed. “On a regular basis,” he murmured, his voice distracted, his mind obviously elsewhere. “But having the real you beneath me is so much better,” he finished huskily.
When his big fingers separated her folds Candy could have sworn her heart stopped beating, before it began to thud loudly, and very audibly.
She swallowed and held her breath in anticipation, wondering what he would do next.
She was rewarded when his talented tongue swiped a hot caress against her folds. She arched her back sharply off the desk. She knew they were all alone, no one was in the center but the two of them, yet she shut her eyes tightly and held on to the sides of her desk, trying to stave off the scream of delight from behind clenched teeth.
He separated her pussy lips and carefully nibbled her creaming folds, licking up her juices as he laved her channel until Candy didn’t think she could accept another heated stroke.
When one delicious lick hit a particularly hot spot her upper body jerked, forcing her into a near-sitting position on the desk.
She opened her eyes and gazed down at the sexy image of him between her spread legs, one of her thighs draped over his muscled forearm, the other dangling to the side as he catered to her.
“But no way in hell did my dreams ever prepare me for the real you. Now lay down…I’m not done with you yet,” he replied, glancing at her with her cream on his face, referring to her question of appearing in his dreams.
She allowed him to gently push her back down so that she lay prone on the desk, once again, as he continued to minister to her silken core.
When he captured her hood and furrowed out her tight, feminine bud and drew it into his mouth, this time the scream of delight she held in check was forced out as he paid homage to her blood-filled, stiff clit.
He licked, stroked, and swirled her clitoris, using teeth, tongue and lips all designed to give her the ultimate pleasure.
Working it and her until she felt ready to die—the pleasure was so intense.
Her moans of delight increased when he separated her lips and eased one, and then a second finger inside the slick, tight opening and pumped them in and out, mimicking the action of his shaft the night before.
As he continued to torment and delight her at the same time, Candy could no longer hold back the orgasm she felt churning.
She clamped her legs against his face, capturing his head between her thighs more securely. Her body jerked as she ground into his face, bucking and crying out as she came long and strong, the orgasm she felt hovering now ripping through her entire body, leaving her weak and limp from the explosive release.
Her body relaxed against the hard desk, completely wrung out from his hot loving. Her legs dangled, limply, over the edge of the desk, as he continued to lave her, until her body had halfway calmed and some of the tremors had left.
The only sound in the room was her dying cries of release. Candy slowly opened her eyes and stared down at Davis.
He stood from his crouched position between her thighs and in the semi-darkness of her office she was able to see the evidence of his oral loving on his face as he unfastened his jeans.
Davis didn’t give her time to recuperate before he pulled her further down the desk, until her ass cheeks were on the very edge. He kept his eyes on hers, and the tingling sensations returned. Candy stared helplessly at his perfect cock, as it jutted free from beneath the confines of his fly.
She swallowed the constriction in a throat grown dry and watched him grab his penis by the base and deliver a short smooth stroke, from the base, to the bulbous, pre-cum-dripping end.
He continued to hold her helpless gaze as he reached over with his free hand, and obtained one of the condoms in the small bowl. He ripped the package open with his teeth, sheathed himself in one fluid motion, lifted her legs and spread them wide and stepped in between them.
“Tell me…what do you want from me, Candy?” he asked, his dick in his hand, hovering at the mouth of her dripping entry. His other hand rested on her rounded hip, with its fingers digging lightly into the smooth flesh.
She had no idea what he wanted her to say. She couldn’t even think straight for staring at his thick, cum-filled dick straining to get at her.
Candy’s gaze reluctantly left the tempting visual to stare helplessly into his hot, lust-filled grey eyes, which had darkened with his arousal.
She wanted to scream at him and beg to be filled with all ten inches plus of that beautiful straining beast and not ask her a darn thing that might actually require thinking beyond the here and now.
“Davis, I want you. You know that.”
“But what do you want from me?” he insisted and Candy felt her nose scrunch in confusion and her brow lower as she wondered what magic word he wanted her to say.
“I want you to love me…fuck me, Davis. I want you to fuck me,” she stated boldly, quickly correcting her statement. Candy simply wanted him to ride her, hard, and give her what she needed, what they both needed.
He eased a bit of the bulbous tip into her opening and her juicy pussy eagerly latched on greedily, wantonly striving to be reacquainted with his thick, hard-pounding, dick.
She groaned and licked her lips. What did he want from her?
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D avis stared down at the hot visual she presented and knew that if he wasn’t careful, he’d embarrass the hell out of himself and spill his seed before he had a chance to get in her good.
Shit.
She’d smelled and tasted so fucking good as he ate and licked her out that he’d damn near come from the experience. He’d been forced to clamp the end of his penis with his fingers to p
revent himself from coming, just as he had last night when he’d first sampled from her juicy, streaming sex.
There wasn’t one damn thing about her he didn’t find attractive, appealing…addictive.
“What happened to the woman I made love to last night? And why don’t you think I’m ready for you?” he both asked and demanded as he pulled her to the edge of the desk, until her rounded bottom was halfway off. In one move, he stroked into her, deep, as far as he could.
“Listen—” she started to speak. Her words came to a grinding and immediate halt as she screamed when he impaled her on his rock-hard dick.
“Oh God, Davis,” she whimpered, the unexpectedness of his plunge forcing her to clutch the sides of the desk. Davis felt her pussy walls quivering, desperately clenching his cock, almost sending him over the edge, without him having to lay one stroke in her.
“Damn! Don’t move, please. Just…don’t…move. I need you to be still for a minute,” he said harshly and pulled her squirming body closer to his, flush with his groin, forcing her body to still.
He gripped her hips tightly with one hand, and the other, he shoved up her shirt, fumbled until he unhooked the front closure of her bra and squeezed one breast as it spilled into his warm palm.
“Davis, please. I need to move, I need you to move,” she whimpered and Davis’s heart beat loudly as he stared into her upturned, beautiful face. There was a fine sheen of sweat covering her brow and her breaths were coming in short, hot gasps.
“I’ll move, eventually. Right now, I need for you to be still,” he demanded, readjusting her, fitting her comfortably on his shaft.
He then pushed her further back on her desk, spread her legs in a wide V, and shoved her knees up, until her feet were planted firmly on the desk.
He closed his eyes.
He didn’t want to come before he’d stroked her, and incredibly, he felt the cum as it swelled his balls. He knew that if he stared down at her lying splayed out in front of him, legs wide open, skirt hiked up her legs, pussy hairs glistening…it would be over before either of them wanted.
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