Mr. President 1(47)

And now here I am, inside a broom closet with the President of the United States. Yeah, my life’s that crazy.

When I accepted this job, I had no idea my relationship with Austin would become this insane. I thought I wouldn’t even have to see him outside of formal functions, for God’s sake… But now here I am, hiding with him while we should be out there, greasing the gears of high society… But, oh well. It’s so much better to be with him in here.

Surrendering to his kiss, I let all the lust inside my body grow and grow until it becomes something else entirely. Something that I just can’t control. Something that I don’t want to control.

Tilting my head sideways, I curl my fingers over the fabric of his shirt and press my mouth against his as hard as I can, parting his lips with the tip of my tongue; then I just slide it inside his mouth, both our tongues dancing in a frenzy of lust. Lost in our kiss, I let the seconds passes us by as my pussy grows even wetter.

Pulling back from him, all I have the time to do is take a deep breath; with his hands still on my waist, he pushes me back and pins me against the wall. Grabbing me by the wrists, he forces me to raise both my arms up and pins them over my head.

“What if we get caught?” He asks me, but the grin on his lips tells me that he’s enjoying the moment, the adrenaline of knowing that it’s possible we might get caught adding to the whole experience. I know it because I feel exactly the same.

“Then we get caught,” I reply, each words that flies out from between my lips making my blood boil, my veins burning with all the desire rushing through them. My thong is a wet mess right now, my fluids drenching the fabric in a way that hasn’t happened before. As good as everything is with Austin, we were never in a situation where we might be caught.

Sure, I know, what a reckless thing for us to be doing… But that’s part of being alive. Truly alive, I mean.

“You’re insane,” he says, smiling at me while flames of lust dance behind his eyes.

“Yes, I am,” I chuckle, throwing my head back and offering him my neck. Without hesitating, he leans forward and presses his mouth against my soft skin, pleasure flooding my mind as if a dam has just burst. Escaping from his hold on my wrists, I move as fast as I can and grab his shirt, my fingers working furiously as I unbutton it. I could just pull at the fabric and make all the buttons pop out, but I don’t think it’d be a good idea for Austin to go back to the ballroom with a ruined shirt, his six-pack out in the open for everyone to see.

Untucking his shirt, I let the palm of my hands then run over the muscles in his chest, my heart tightening as I feel the hard contour of his pectorals and abs. God, I simply can’t get tired of his perfect body. It’s as if God himself designed every inch of Austin’s body, hell bent on creating the perfect man.

Closing the small distance between us, Austin presses himself against me, the touch of his naked skin making that fire inside of me grow even fiercer. Placing one hand on the back of my neck, he tangles his fingers on my hair and kisses me again, our tongues wrestling against one another as fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids.#p#分页标题#e#

Lost in our kiss, I feel one of his hands go down my body; grabbing at the front of my gown, he pulls it up and then slides his hand toward my inner thigh. My skin prickles as I feel his fingertips on my skin, and I start swaying my hips by instinct. Perhaps trying to check if I was telling him the truth before, he brushes his fingertips between my inner thighs, his fingers immediately finding my naked pussy.

“You’re the devil,” he whispers, pulling back from our kiss and smiling at me. He keeps on brushing his fingertips over my inner lips, but I need so much more than his slow teasing. And, right now, I’m the one in charge.

Taking my hands to his naked chest, I push him back and then hike the front of my gown up to my waist. Grabbing him by the wrist, I guide his hand back home, forcing him to press its palm hard against my pussy. Groaning, he presses his thumb against my clit and starts stroking it softly, my mind spinning as he does it.

Wearing no underwear really turned out to be a good idea, there’s no doubt about it.

Moaning softly, I surrender to his touch, his fingers caressing my pussy in such a way that I can’t even open up my eyes. My fingers are still curled around his wrist but, just for now, I allow him to keep whatever rhythm he wants to. I mean, I can always take charge, can’t I?

Allowing his thumb to fall from my clit, he then uses his index finger to go up and down the length of my pussy, smearing my fluids all over it. Wanting his whole hand pressed against my pussy, I buck my hips against him, but he resists my dominance – holding me by the waist with his free hand, he slams me back against the wall, knocking a few cleaning buckets from a shelf right over us. They crash at our feet and we just look at each other like teenagers on the verge of getting caught, listening to our parents’ footsteps walking by the room where we’re locked.