After Hours

“Oh, yes. Very much. But not yet.” He had a hunch that the boyfriend was predictable, so he would work not to be. Most any man when confronted with breasts like hers would dive in with pure joy. He would hold back and finish undressing this goddess. When she could hardly stand the suspense another second, he would begin to touch her.

He found the back zipper of her skirt and drew it down until the skirt slipped easily to the floor. His erection strained against his briefs as he gazed at the white lace garter belt holding up her navy stockings. It was as if she’d dressed this morning with him in mind. At every turn, she revealed more of the woman he’d been waiting to find.

She stepped out of her skirt and kicked it gently to one side. “Are you going to be naked, too?” she murmured.

He forced his attention from the garter belt and what lay beneath it so that he could look into her eyes. “Would you like that? Or do you want—”

“Yes. Take off your shirt.”

Wordlessly he pulled it over his head and dropped it to the carpet.

“You look strong.”

“Strong enough for what I have in mind for tonight.” Holding her gaze, he knelt in front of her and ran both hands down the silky length of her leg. She was warm and quivering beneath his touch, and the scent of temptation drifted from between her thighs. Gently he eased off one of her shoes and caressed the sole of her foot.

She moaned. “I want you.”

“I know.” Unfastening her stocking, he leaned forward to flick his tongue over the bare skin of her leg as he rolled the stocking down her thigh and over her knee.

She trembled. “I want…”

“What?” he whispered, running his hands down her other leg and slipping off the second shoe.

“I want you to…”

“Tell me. Tell me your secrets.” The mounting tension made him fumble taking off the other stocking. His tongue seemed to sizzle against her trembling thigh.

“Make me come.”

His heartbeat thundered in his ears. “And how would you like me to do that?”

She cupped the back of his head and guided him to the triangle of lace and silk nestled below the garter belt. Her plea was low and urgent. “With your tongue…please…I can’t wait….”

As if he could resist, once he was this close and surrounded by her scent. His mouth watered. “When you’re completely naked,” he whispered, nuzzling the damp silk of her panties.

She groaned. “Then get me completely naked. Right now.”

Grasping the garter belt and panties together, he pulled them down in one swift move.

When she stepped out of them, he paused to sear the moment into his brain. The woman of his dreams stood before him, naked and eager, surrounded by the sedate trappings of a lawyer’s office. The contrast was absolutely delicious, and he wanted to savor it before he was swept into a firestorm of need.

When he cupped her sleek bottom and sank to his heels, the thrill of the forbidden made him dizzy. She moaned again, an urgent little sound that told him she was desperate for release. Leaning forward, he slid his tongue boldly through her golden curls and tasted paradise.

The condom she held landed on the floor beside him as she gripped his head in both hands and shuddered.

He moved in closer, getting his shoulders under her thighs as he lifted her to the edge of the desk.

As he began to feast, she whimpered and tightened her hold on his scalp. Ah, she was heavenly, melting on his tongue like fine chocolate. He guided her to spread her thighs even more, and with a sigh of surrender she obliged him, stretching one leg along the edge of the desk. Papers rustled and drifted to the floor.

He caressed her with his tongue and slid his fingers deep into her wet heat, probing and stroking her to a fever pitch. Her cries grew more intense, her breathing more labored.

And then the wave broke, filling the small office with the sound of her ecstasy. His groin throbbed with nearly unbearable tension and he longed to rip off his jeans and bury his penis in her quaking vagina. But too much was at stake to risk muting any of the pleasure he wanted to give her. So he followed her all the way through her climax, lapping the nectar of her release and heightening her contractions with the rhythm of his fingers.

At last the tremors eased and her muscles relaxed. Placing his hands at her waist, he steadied her as he kissed a path over her flat stomach. Gradually rising from his knees, he lifted her onto the desk, scattering papers everywhere. The desk phone rattled, but somehow didn’t end up on the floor.

She braced her hands behind her and arched her back, as if anticipating his next goal. He took her quivering nipple in his teeth and raked the firm tip gently.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Oh, yes.”

With one hand supporting the small of her back, he balanced the weight of her breast in the curve of his other hand as he nibbled and sucked.

“I can see us…in the glass of the picture,” she murmured.

He licked his way to her other breast. “The orgasm picture?”

She whimpered as he flicked his tongue over her breast. “Yes, that picture.”

“Do you like watching us?”

“Yes.” She trembled as he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth.

He could sense she was ready again. Nibbling lightly at her breast, he slid two fingers down through her damp thatch of curls. “Now you can watch yourself come,” he whispered against her dewy skin.

With a soft moan of assent, she opened her thighs and invited him inside. Slowly he stroked her, and she tightened around his fingers. He’d never been with a woman this hot, this excited.

He’d intended to give her the experience of a lifetime, and she was turning the tables on him. Making love to a woman like her was something he’d only dreamed of. She made him feel like the most gifted lover in the world, and yet it was her responsiveness making everything possible.

Increasing the rhythm of his fingers and using his thumb to massage her special hot spot, he gloried in every whimpered cry as she reached for another shattering climax. Within seconds, she found it, rocking her hips in time with his strokes and sending yet more papers to the floor.

As she gasped for breath, he eased her down until she was sprawled across the desk, her legs dangling off the edge. Moving between her outstretched legs, he leaned over her and braced his hands on either side of her head.

“I haven’t even kissed you,” he said, gazing into her heavy-lidded eyes.

She ran her tongue over her lips. “Kiss me…now.”

“Tell me your name.”

A spark flared in her eyes. “No.”

“Mine is—”

“Come here.” She pulled him toward her waiting mouth and into a kiss so deep, so erotic, that his hips began to move as his penis strained to break free of its confinement.

She drew his tongue into her mouth, sucking and toying with it until the urge to be inside her burned every other thought from his brain. Wrenching free of her suggestive kiss, he backed away long enough to get out of his shoes and shuck his jeans and briefs.

After grabbing the condom from the floor, he ripped open the package and rolled the latex over his aching penis.

She watched him, her chest heaving, her body shimmering with heat, her hair spilling over the far edge of the desk. Her gaze dropped to his groin. “Now?”