tilted her hips and tightened her
pussy around him and he nearly went blind. She wrapped her fingers around the
edge of the desk on either side of her hips and squeezed again.
“Like this?” he snarled, and pushed again.
Her back arched off the desk and he lost it, fucking hard,
spurred on by her sharp gasping and the fast-paced slap of skin on skin. The
sight of her was too much—the way she writhed as he pumped into her, mouth
fallen open and eyes locked on his. In no time her back came up high off the
desk, all the muscles in her body straining as she cried out long and loud, her
body shuddering and pussy clamped tight around his cock.
He knew he should probably stop, give her a moment to ride
out her orgasm, but he couldn’t. She felt so incredibly good. He was beyond control.
He kept fucking her until he came, slamming into her so hard he shoved her
across the surface of the desk until her head hung off one side and his thighs
banged against the other.
He was still gasping for air, the sound rasping through his
lungs, when he loosened the grip he still had on her ass and ran his hands up
her legs. He carefully lowered them to his sides, using the last bit of
strength he had left to stretch himself over her slowly.
She sighed deeply and ran her fingers through his hair when
he kissed her. He slipped out of her carefully and righted himself, sliding his
hands under her arms and lifting her to sitting as he stood.
“Stay with me tonight.” He smoothed her hair back from her
flushed face and kissed her lightly. “You already cleared it with your
assistant.” She smiled and pulled him tight against her and he kissed her
again. “Stay with me at my house. I want to make love to you in front of my
fireplace, and in my bed. And maybe the shower, although my bathtub is a little
narrow.”
She ran her hands up his back and pressed her lips to the
center of his chest.
“You are a dangerous, dangerous man Leonardo Jones,” she
whispered.
He almost laughed, but he knew what she was trying to say.
He was feeling it too. He liked her too much too soon, was already addicted to
her beyond the point of reason. Or at least beyond a point that was familiar or
comfortable.
“So is that a no?”
She looked up, chin resting lightly on his sternum. “I’ll
stay.”
* * * * *
“Where do you think Norma Jean went?” Joy asked.
They were lying on a blanket on the floor in Leonardo’s
living room, him on his back with his head on a couch pillow and her curled
against his side with her head on his shoulder. He’d made more than good on his
offer to make love to her in front of his fireplace, but she was quickly
starting to expect nothing less.
The heat from the gently burning fire at her back combined
with the warmth of his body and the loose-jointed feeling of having been
thoroughly fucked twice in one day had worked the tension of the day out of her
body.
“She has a bed under the kitchen table,” he murmured,
sounding as if he’d been on the verge of sleep. “I’m sure she got bored with us
a long time ago.”
She smiled. “Crazy hairless animals rutting in her living
room.”
“Doing it the wrong way,” he added.
She hummed and pressed her body tighter against his side.
“There is definitely nothing wrong with the way you do it.”
The hand resting on her waist skimmed up her side and he
turned to her for a kiss.
“Why do you have her bed under the kitchen table?” she
asked, draping her arm around his waist and sliding her leg between his when he
rolled toward her.
“That’s where she sleeps.” He reached up for another throw
pillow and tucked it under her head. “When I first got her I tried to get her
to sleep out here, or in my room, but she always went under the table instead.
So I put a bed under there for her.”
“What a funny thing.” Her eyes closed as he toyed with one
of the short curls that always appeared at her hairline when her hair was
either freshly washed or sweaty.
pussy around him and he nearly went blind. She wrapped her fingers around the
edge of the desk on either side of her hips and squeezed again.
“Like this?” he snarled, and pushed again.
Her back arched off the desk and he lost it, fucking hard,
spurred on by her sharp gasping and the fast-paced slap of skin on skin. The
sight of her was too much—the way she writhed as he pumped into her, mouth
fallen open and eyes locked on his. In no time her back came up high off the
desk, all the muscles in her body straining as she cried out long and loud, her
body shuddering and pussy clamped tight around his cock.
He knew he should probably stop, give her a moment to ride
out her orgasm, but he couldn’t. She felt so incredibly good. He was beyond control.
He kept fucking her until he came, slamming into her so hard he shoved her
across the surface of the desk until her head hung off one side and his thighs
banged against the other.
He was still gasping for air, the sound rasping through his
lungs, when he loosened the grip he still had on her ass and ran his hands up
her legs. He carefully lowered them to his sides, using the last bit of
strength he had left to stretch himself over her slowly.
She sighed deeply and ran her fingers through his hair when
he kissed her. He slipped out of her carefully and righted himself, sliding his
hands under her arms and lifting her to sitting as he stood.
“Stay with me tonight.” He smoothed her hair back from her
flushed face and kissed her lightly. “You already cleared it with your
assistant.” She smiled and pulled him tight against her and he kissed her
again. “Stay with me at my house. I want to make love to you in front of my
fireplace, and in my bed. And maybe the shower, although my bathtub is a little
narrow.”
She ran her hands up his back and pressed her lips to the
center of his chest.
“You are a dangerous, dangerous man Leonardo Jones,” she
whispered.
He almost laughed, but he knew what she was trying to say.
He was feeling it too. He liked her too much too soon, was already addicted to
her beyond the point of reason. Or at least beyond a point that was familiar or
comfortable.
“So is that a no?”
She looked up, chin resting lightly on his sternum. “I’ll
stay.”
* * * * *
“Where do you think Norma Jean went?” Joy asked.
They were lying on a blanket on the floor in Leonardo’s
living room, him on his back with his head on a couch pillow and her curled
against his side with her head on his shoulder. He’d made more than good on his
offer to make love to her in front of his fireplace, but she was quickly
starting to expect nothing less.
The heat from the gently burning fire at her back combined
with the warmth of his body and the loose-jointed feeling of having been
thoroughly fucked twice in one day had worked the tension of the day out of her
body.
“She has a bed under the kitchen table,” he murmured,
sounding as if he’d been on the verge of sleep. “I’m sure she got bored with us
a long time ago.”
She smiled. “Crazy hairless animals rutting in her living
room.”
“Doing it the wrong way,” he added.
She hummed and pressed her body tighter against his side.
“There is definitely nothing wrong with the way you do it.”
The hand resting on her waist skimmed up her side and he
turned to her for a kiss.
“Why do you have her bed under the kitchen table?” she
asked, draping her arm around his waist and sliding her leg between his when he
rolled toward her.
“That’s where she sleeps.” He reached up for another throw
pillow and tucked it under her head. “When I first got her I tried to get her
to sleep out here, or in my room, but she always went under the table instead.
So I put a bed under there for her.”
“What a funny thing.” Her eyes closed as he toyed with one
of the short curls that always appeared at her hairline when her hair was
either freshly washed or sweaty.
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