I jump into his arms, kissing him even more energetically than before. Blake stumbles backward until we arrive at the counter. He lifts me onto it, pulling away a few inches.
"Clara, wait. I'm losing control here."
"Where's the problem?" I ask wickedly. "Your team won't arrive for eons."
"Babe, I have a dangerous effect on you, and I plan to take advantage of it."
Lifting me off the counter, he leads me into that tiny back room where he did wicked things to me that night right before we made love for the first time. Since I was hanging around the apartment, I'm wearing a rather loose dress, which Blake seems to find particularly amusing. The second we're in the small office, he pushes me against the closed door, cinching my dress up, then pulling it over my head, leaving me in my underwear only.
His eyes darken as his gaze slides down to my see-through bra, then lower to the silk thong.
"You're fucking sexy. I want you to keep these on."
"Whatever you say, boss." I'm not entirely sure how keeping my panties on will work, but I trust the master.
He cocks a brow. "Thought I wasn't the boss of you."
"Not in general, just in the bedroom, or the office."
Staring me straight in the eyes, he lowers his hands, stroking my slit over the silk once. I'm slick the next second, my knees buckling from the unexpected burst of pleasure. He smiles wickedly as he strokes again, and a new wave of heat rushes through me. My nipples press against my bra, bringing pleasure and torture in equal measures. Watching me, he repeats the movement, until my panties are so soaked through that I'm almost ashamed. But shame doesn't keep me from coming hard. My hips swivel against his hand. Sweet baby Jesus on a unicorn. He made me climax by only touching me over my panties.
"How can you do this every time?" I whisper, lacing my arms over his shoulders, because my legs are shaking.
"What?"
"Bring me to your mercy?"
"It's the easiest thing in the world because you're so responsive to me. We're doing this together."
Eyeing the bulge in his jeans, I undo the button and lower the zipper, relieving some of the pressure. I want to take care of him. When I slip my hand in his boxers, he lets out a deep groan.
"Fuck, if I'm not going to be inside you in five seconds I will explode. See? I'm at your mercy too." He moves us from the door to the desk, then opens a drawer, retrieving a small pack of condoms.
"Brought these here after our first night. Knew we'd make it back here eventually."
"Let me put it on."
With shaky hands, I undo the foil, then roll it on, feeling him pulse under my touch. I want this to be good for him.
I want to make this so good that he won't want to let me go.
It's crazy, I know, but I've never wanted anything more than I want Blake. Pushing the fabric of my thong to one side, he hoists me up on the edge of the desk, then slides inside me in one fierce move.
"Fuck, I love how tight you are after you come."
Feeling him stretching me out all at once nearly whips my breath away. Drawing circles around my nipples over my bra, he pushes in and out with deep, measured strokes, sending pleasure rippling along my nerve endings. Light-headed, I cling to him at first, then perch my hands on the edge of the desk, grounding myself so I can meet his thrusts with my own. Nothing is fast enough. Nothing is deep enough. My craving for this man is insatiable.
A faint crack has us both stopping, listening intently.
"What was that?" I ask. Blake pushes the desk a tad, and another crack follows.
He grins. "The table's gonna give out."
Well, first time I'm having furniture-breaking sex, that's for sure.
"Let's not make this poor desk crumble," he says, helping me off it, leading me to the chair of all places. How on earth will we-
"Perch one foot on the seat. Keep your hands on the backrest."
Ah, but of course. My imagination can't keep up with his expertise.
"Lose the panties first."
"But I want to keep them on like you said," I challenge, throwing him a seductive look over my shoulder.
In response, he gives me a light smack on each ass cheek. My muscles contract instantly as I exhale sharply.
"Do you like that?"
"Yes. I like everything you do to me, Blake. Everything."
With a knowing smile, he pushes my panties down, lowering himself on his haunches. I turn my head, fixing my gaze on my hands, bracing myself. I have a feeling I'm going to need it.
He cuffs my ankles with his hands briefly before rasping out, "Step out of your panties."
I do as he says, shuddering in anticipation.
"Do you want me to take off the bra and shoes too?" I ask shyly.