Office Hours by Sam Crescent

against the cotton of her skin-hugging panties Oh, she really wanted to come.
    “What do you want to do to me?”
    “Wicked things.”
    Anya laughed. “Wicked things.” She pulled on his cock, making him gasp. Ah, she understood. “Wicked things. Do you mean stuff like putting me over your knee and spanking my arse until it shines red from your hand print? Punishment for being a bad girl?” she whispered in his ear. “Forcing me to take all of your cock to the back of my throat till you come, making me swallow every delicious drop? How about fucking my arse, stretched as you pummel this length inside me? Believe me, Nathan, when I say you don’t scare me, I mean it. I would do anything. I mean I would do anything .” With no warning whatsoever, he grabbed her face between his two large hands, not hard enough to hurt but forceful with passion. Anya gasped. That one simple movement took her breath away. No man in all of her life had ever touched her in such a way. His eyes penetrated her very soul. She could feel him all the way down to her toes. He lowered his lips, grazing hers, the shock of the contact making an electric connection between them. Her hands stayed by her sides.
    He pulled back slightly to gaze at her. His lips grazed hers once more, gentle, delicate, a mere whisper of contact. Anya half-feared she was imagining it. He tilted her head, deepening the kiss. His lips opened, his tongue encouraging her to open to him. She met his tongue with her own, stroking his lips, tasting him, absorbing his own unique taste into the furthest part of her brain, where she would never forget him.
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    Neither of them touched but for the connection of their kiss, a kiss that lasted a lifetime, a turning point in their relationship. Something shifted inside Anya. She didn’t know what, but she could feel it changing her.
    He took over, calling to a secret part of Anya long ago hidden in her desperate search for independence.
    “Mr Banks…” She pulled away, protesting, frightened of what this all meant.
    “No, don’t pull away. Nathan.”
    “What?”
    “Call me Nathan. I love to hear my name from your lips.” Adamant, determined, he stroked her wayward hair away from her face, exposing her to his searching eyes.
    “Nathan.” She tested his name on her lips.
    “You truly are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He was enraptured by her glazed, confused expression.
    “You’ve not seen enough of the women in the world to make a decent comparison.” Tears shone in her eyes as she tried to smile, his compliment touching her heart.
    “No, but I’ve seen enough women to make an average and there aren’t many women with pink hair.”
    Anya laughed. She couldn’t help it. “You and numbers.” She cupped his cheek, stroking along his jaw line. “You need to shave.” Her voice was hoarse as she rubbed her cheek along the lines of the stubble decorating his jaw line.
    “Consider it shaved as soon as we get to the hotel.”
    “It’s a pub, but sounds like a good plan.”
    “I want to fuck you, Anya.” Blunt and to the point. He cupped her cheeks between his hands. He heard her gasp, the rise and fall of her breasts giving away her own desire.
    “Fuck me,” she told him.
    His crushed his lips to hers, his dominant side shining through, taking control His hands were all over her, her face, her hair. He cupped her arse, squeezing the plumpness. She writhed in his arms, coming alive with every daring caress.
    “Feels so good,” she panted.
    Anya stroked his cock, the tip leaking his pre-cum. She rubbed her thumb along the slit, gathering up his juice, and brought it to her mouth, sucking in his taste.
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    “Fuck, that’s sexy,” he growled. He glided his finger through her wet, moist heat, then brought his fingers up and sucked her taste into his mouth. Sweet, juicy, the way only Anya could taste on his lips. She moaned, watching him. He