by Evans, Lily
He curves over me, his hard body unyielding against the length of my back, his lips pressing into the curve at the base of my spine. With each thrust my sweat covered breasts slide over the desk pushing me further up on my toes even with my obscenely high heels still on my feet. His mouth runs along my back, dropping wet, gentle kisses along the way, a decided contrast from his rough thrusts.
His strong arm pulls me up, my back is now even with his chest. One hand palms my breast and plays with my rigid nipple, the other wraps around my hips playing with my clit until another orgasm thunders through me with a force that is out of this world crazy. My head falls forward and everything inside me releases as pleasure succeeds in washing away everything but him.
Foster’s strangled groan vibrates against my spine as he grips my hips and holds himself still for a beat, pressing against me flooding my pussy with his come. His breathing is hard. Fitting his body to mine, he wraps his arm around my middle and pulls me up tight against him, with his face in the curve of my neck; his breath comes in hot rapid puffs against my flesh.
“Hailie,” he whispers softly near my ear after a little time as past, his body still heavy against mine, my body glowing with residual pleasure.
Slowly I begin floating back into reality.
He moves away and sits me on the edge of the desk.
I watch drowsily as he pulls up his jeans, zipped, but unbuttoned. He lifts me gently from where I sit limp and gathers me into his arms. He sits back with me pressed against his chest and cups my face, framing it with his big hands. He leans in and takes my mouth. I can’t help but melt into him under his onslaught. His tongue plunges, demanding my response and I can’t fight him.
***
I’ve been useless all day long. I had a long list of things to get done and none of them happened. Clean house, not on your life. Laundry, I snort. Dishes, the only thing that made it is my favorite coffee cup and that’s only because I wanted to use it.
Yep, definitely useless.
There’s only one thing on my mind today. Foster. So here I am early at the bar knocking on his office door.
He calls through the door, “Come.”
All I can think is how apropos. I turn the knob and stand in the doorway, the atmosphere in the room charged as he looks up with a pleased smile that spreads across his lips. He crooks his finger at me and smiles.
I shut the door behind me leaning against the back of the door.
My eyes don’t leave his. My breasts rise and fall in anticipation of what he can do to me. He’s already proven that.
He crooks his finger again as he pushes up from his chair.
I walk up to him, catching a hold of the front of his usual tight fitting black T-shirt; I pull him down to my level and give him a big kiss.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Greetings from the Beach!
To start off, my name is Lily Evans and I’m currently living in Destin, Florida. If I’m not lying on the beach or getting into some sort of trouble, I enjoy sitting back with a glass of wine and writing saucy stories.
Do I write all fiction? Well, to be on the safe side I would say that they are all inspired by things I have either heard, seen, or have firsthand knowledge. Just to keep things interesting, I also enjoy writing about my own personal fantasy’s as well… I mean, who doesn’t have fantasies right? I hope you have a wonderful year and that all your fantasies come true as well!!!
If you would like, you can contact me at [email protected]
