Law of Attraction
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His lips pressed against each nipple and she threw her head back with a shuddering intensity of pleasure, before his hands smoothed up the ticklish inside of her waist and she wriggled against the hardness of his crotch.
He hushed her impatient whimper with a fervent press of his lips against her mouth. Shaking her arms free, she ran the palm of her hand across the bulging zip of his trousers. Her inhibitions evaporated with the sensation of touching him at long last.
'Jenna, fucking you is all I've been thinking about this morning,' his voice broke into the murky depths of her mind and his tongue pressed further into her mouth.
She wanted to tell him she had been thinking of him too, whilst enjoying the oneness of her vibrator each evening. However, her words gurgled into a murmur of contentment as his hands ran swiftly up under her skirt and squeezed the firm roundness of her buttocks. His palm ran over the outside of her pants and a finger sloped under the elastic to glide between the silky moistness of her pussy. He backed her up against the desk.
'Spread your legs,' he growled and his hands parted her knees in a firm gesture of ownership.
In the dark scenarios of her wanton escapism, she had rehearsed this liaison in every way imaginable, but the sensation of him finally snaking down between her knees had her heart jumping up into her throat. Her stomach tensed hard against the butterfly kisses he trailed down towards her throbbing need. From under the blindfold, Jenna could just see the shadow of his dark hair between her legs and she quaked with desperation. Her bottom writhed into the desk, whilst the tease of his lips pressed against her inner thigh. She pushed her hands back for support, as he removed her panties in one swift tug. Jenna felt the arresting coolness of the air against the heat of her arousal.
The assault of his tongue against the hard nub of her pearl was superbly timed and she thrust her hips up towards him with a deep moan of satisfaction. Each curl and flick of his tongue against the slickness of her cleft erupted her craving into an uncontrollable pumping of her hips. He felt so good, his pressure so precise on every sensitive inch of her aching sex. She moaned at him for more, as the clenching abandonment of her climax began to build in her knees. She heard him murmur gentle encouragement into her cunny, as she arched her back and pressed herself into his tongue. He slid another careful lick through her wetness and committed two fingers firmly into the spasm of her clenching, pining hole.
His fingers unfurled a dextrous twist against the wall of her pussy, until she bore down onto his hand with the trembling power of her rising orgasm. She grasped at his hair and pushed his head against her release, forcing his tongue firmly against the engorged nub of her clit. His fingers thrust hard into the quivering sweet spot of her pussy. She felt her orgasm prime every nerve ending of her body, as he possessed the explosion of pleasure that pounded through her.
The papers on the desk crashed to the floor.
'Emile!' Jenna gasped for breath and swept the blindfold from her face. He looked up, his cheeks flushed, his hair ruffled, looking delicious in his unkempt, half-dressed, post sex state. She held his stare as he kissed a trail up her shaking body and then paused to swallow each of her nipples in a delectable tease of biting pain.
'Now you're properly warmed up,' he drawled, and her pulse raced with the expectation of another demand. His hands grasped her wrists and pressed her fingers to his crotch and she felt the strength of his erection pump against her palm. Jenna gulped down her excitement as he released his cock up into her hands with an energetic bounce. She smoothed down his shaft with a firm curl of her fingers and swept her touch under the tension of his balls. 'turn around,' he urged.
Emile swept the desk clear, as she shifted around and moaned her soft acceptance, while he pressed his hips up against her. She could feel his sheathed glans nudge enthusiastically against her pussy. His large fingers smoothed her ass in a soft arc of appreciation before he slid his hand around and tweaked the yearning nub of her clit. She gasped with the shock of his entry and then moaned into the desk as he built up a steady rhythm. He controlled her arousal between the magnificent hardness of his thrusting cock and the delicate expertise of his forefinger.
Jenna thumped against him as she felt his free hand twist into her hair and tug her head firmly backwards. The delicious pull on her scalp heightened her excitement with a rush of adrenaline and she fought against the swirling rise of another climax. Each deepening thrust felt so intense and she felt so liberated at last in his hands, she didn't want him to stop.
Emile clasped his hand over her mouth and she mumbled incoherently into his fingers. The clench on her hair became tighter and his speed changed to match hers as she cried out with the intensity of her orgasm. The climb to his release became more urgent and he breathlessly rode her hard into his own shuddering climax.
Each delicate kiss of his adoration tingled down her spine and she collapsed onto the desk with satisfaction.
His beautiful smile was curled in a wide grin of mischief when she turned to face him. He continued to arrange his shirt collar again and Jenna felt the rush of her inappropriate behaviour now fade to a soft wave of guilt.
So much for her plans of acting demure with a hint of innuendo.
She claimed her blouse to leave, but he grasped her wrist as she attempted to walk towards the door. 'And you just go, saying nothing?' he asked.
She frowned and ducked away from his eyes. 'I wasn't sure what the correct...' she struggled to find an appropriate word. 'Etiquette,' she eventually chose, 'was after being fucked over a desk by a senior partner.'
He laughed and she felt her stomach knot in anticipation of a dismissal. 'Correct etiquette would be to arrange a second meeting,' his eyes flickered with dark promise, as he pulled the bowtie between his fingers again. 'Perhaps, next time, you might like to tie me instead?'
She felt her knees weaken, God, she would like that very much, but the words choked in her throat.
'Maybe later this afternoon?' he suggested.
She frowned and looked at the whiteboard. 'You have an appointment.'
'Ah, yes, so I have.'
Jenna felt her stomach lurch with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. 'Is The Cherry Tree one of our new clients?'
He laughed and then grinned. 'Not at all, it's something far more interesting,' his wink suggested that it was something as deliciously dark and mysterious as he was. 'Would you like to find out?'
She paused and felt the expectancy crash into her heaving chest. 'I would like that very much.'
'Good,' he commented casually. 'One more thing, Jenna.'
She turned on her heel at the door.
'How would you feel about being my new PA?'
'I've heard you are very hard to please,' she said quietly.
'Very,' he winked. 'But I think you'll do fine.'
The End
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