Now I was the one biting my lip. She noticed.
“Well, if you were on the cruise with me, I don’t think I’d leave the cabin,” she whispered, leaning in conspiratorially. I feigned shock. She opened a candy cane and took a long lick.
“Mrs. Norrel,” I said softly, voice hushed and scandalized. “You shouldn’t talk like that.”
She grabbed me by the tie and pulled me close. I could smell her sweet scent, blended with the sharp mint of the candy on her breath. “The firm’s partners all went onto the balcony to chat about a case and smoke cigars,” Cerise said softly, and nuzzled my cheek with her nose. “Matthew couldn’t possibly hear me propositioning you right now, don’t worry.”
I pulled away, hesitantly. “I don’t deserve attention from someone like you, Mrs. Norrel,” I said, bashfully. “My job is my life. I’m usually buried in paperwork, I just don’t—” I stuttered.
She leaned against the bar, pulled me against her, and wrapped one long leg around my waist. She radiated heat, and her aroma made my head spin. “I want you buried in something else,” she said huskily, grinding against me, pressing her sharp heel into my back. I moaned, and grazed my thumb along her collarbone.
“I’ll do anything you want,” I panted, as she slid her tongue down my neck, fingers loosening my tie.
She giggled, and asked me to lock the door in case any of the partners came back. I scrambled to her bedroom door, and locked it with a satisfying click.
I spun and faced her, and her expression spoke of impish delight. “He won’t catch us,” she said with a smirk, and slowly began to untie the bow keeping her blouse together. This was one gift I’d like to unwrap myself, I thought, but kept my hands by my sides until she beckoned me over.
She took her time stripping her clothes off for me. I must have pleased her greatly during our little date. Underneath the blouse, she was wearing black. The lacy bra hid nothing from the imagination, and I was glad, because I don’t think I could have waited much longer to ogle her perfect breasts. I loved the way the sheer fabric held them together, doing work that my hands should be doing.
She was wearing lacy boy shorts. I suppressed a yelp of victory.
“Get over here. We’re going to have to make this quick,” she said, and I crossed the room with need.
I ran my hands around her waist and slid down, cupping her exposed cheeks. I knew that some men were ass men, or breast men, but for me it wasn’t that clear. I was just a Cerise man.
I pressed against her roughly, and asked, “How do you want it?” I could tell that my cool breath tickled her ear, and she shivered.
She hopped up onto the bar and spread her legs, pulling me close. “Like this,” she said, arching her back.
I reached around back and grabbed her ass. I palmed her soft, round skin in my hands before running my finger through her wetness. As I began to pull the lacy garment down, Cerise begged, “Keep them on.”
After confirming that yes, there was a God, and he wanted me happy, I pulled the fabric aside and penetrated her in one swift thrust.
Cerise cried out, and gripped the bar with her hands. I could hear fingernails scraping wood as I pushed deeply inside her. She wiggled and squirmed against me, desperate for more.
And I gave her more.
I grabbed her hips with a force that was just short of bruising to her delicate skin, and plunged into her wildly.
“William,” she moaned, and I spread her legs farther apart, dipping her lower, getting a better grip on her ass and a better angle inside her.