“Place your hands upon the desktop.”
Sara bent down and put her palms flat upon the smooth surface. She knew her bottom was filling his gaze in that moment and the thought of it made her even hotter.
What is he doing to me? I’m not like this.
Except that maybe she was. Her lunchtime obsession was standing behind her, no doubt admiring her body and all Sara could think of was that she was caught in a daydream. That at any moment she would startle and find herself gazing dreamily past liquor bottles into the mirror where the man of her dreams was to be found.
But, no, he’s right behind you, getting ready to do...things...to you.
And she wanted it. So very much.
“Wider. Spread your hands farther apart.”
His voice had taken on a gruff tone, as if the moment had caught him up as much as Sara. She set her hands wide apart, the effect being that she was bent over deeply upon the desktop.
Then it hit her. Once again the scents of a pine forest, rich and wild, filled her nose. It was like walking among thick trees, deep under a canopy that held all in shadow even on the brightest day. Like the odors of soft soil giving way underfoot, black and humid after a spring rain.
Sara could have heard birds singing, or frogs croaking, and it would not have surprised her. The wilderness had surrounded them and, as before, she felt a handkerchief cover her eyes to be knotted behind her head.
The man whose name she did not know growled behind her and in that sound she heard undisguised lust. She heard animal desire.
And she wanted him.
Her panties were soaking through with the need that blazed like fire between her legs. Then she felt her skirt being slid upward before fingers found the boundaries of her underwear, hooking in hard and stripping them down.
Sara moaned. She could not help it. Without meaning to, her hips shifted back, her legs spreading wide. Her very body cried out to be taken as she felt him lean against her once more.
My God, his body must be incredible.
Anywhere his skin made contact with her, she felt thick, corded muscles rippling with each of his movements.
Whoever he was, he was a man who went far beyond just taking care of himself. The intensity she saw in his eyes apparently carried over to every aspect of his life. And in an epiphany, Sara understood it was his fundamental truth.
This was a man of extremes, of intensity that defined his every thought, and in this exact moment, she was the center of his focus. All that mattered.
She was, for just a short time, all he wanted.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he said, and once more Sara heard how deep his voice had become.
Then, she felt him come up against her bottom and at the same time dip down low before lifting up again.
She cried out.
His cock was as enormous as she had thought earlier, only now it was between her legs. Not inside, but rather against her folds, sliding from behind against the wet of her desire.
Hard fingers seized her hips as he slid through her folds before pulling slowly back to do it again and again.
Sara panted with ecstasy. His member was riding through her lips and up against her apex in a way that burned like fire, but stoked her passion higher with each pass.
“Please...please,” she panted, “Take me.
“I’m ready.”
Suddenly her head was jerked back hard as he took a fistful of her hair and pulled.
“I decide when,” he said. The voice that had been only gruff a moment before was now guttural with heavy desire.
He rocked in hard against her and pulled back once more in a delicious stroke that threatened to send her over the edge.
Then, he hesitated. She could feel him, his length ready to slide forward again, then abruptly he shifted and in a full, powerful stroke he entered her, filling her as deeply as she had ever been.
Oh...my...God....
He pistoned back and then slammed forward hard enough to cause Sara’s hands to slide upon the desktop. His hand was still in her hair and she could see him in her mind’s eye, chiseled like a classical sculpture, mastering her with his extraordinary strength. Bewitching her with the beauty of his eyes.
One more thrust and Sara felt herself clench in hard around him. There was none of the usual slow build up of tension as she felt an orgasm coming on. There was no warning...there were only muscles that convulsed deep in her abdomen while pleasure exploded behind her blindfolded eyes.
He rode her, pounding into her, and as the sweat streamed down to drip from her nose, Sara was glad for every minuscule event in her life that had somehow led to this very moment.
Again, her core rippled hard with pleasure, then she felt him become huge, swelling inside her.
Without warning, he was outside of her, his cock slipping forward through the folds of her cleft. Desperate for him, Sara reached back to seize him in her hand.