A Helping Hand: Part 2

The work day crawled by. She couldn’t stop thinking of the look on his face as she came, the feel of his fingers on her, inside her. She was constantly aroused, distracted, slow to complete tasks. That was deliberate though; she wanted a reason to have to stay behind.

Finally the building emptied. She wandered out to the car park casually. The door opened behind her and she felt him wrap his arm around her waist.

“Ready to go?” He asked.

“Yup,” she said, lips twitching.

He guided her toward her car, talking comfortably about work, their colleagues. She listened absent-mindedly, as his hand slipped so that it was resting against her ass.

When they finally reached it (she’d parked in the furthest part deliberately this morning), she fumbled her keys out of her pocket. The car unlocked, they climbed into the backseat again, this time the atmosphere a little awkward, a lot aroused.

She went in for the kiss first, pulled him toward her hungrily. He tried to pull her closer, deepen the kiss, but she yelped as she overbalanced and crashed into him. There was a beat of silence, then they looked at each other and laughed.

He pulled her onto his lap so that she was straddling him, and they started to make out, properly this time. She groaned into his mouth as his hand brushed her breast, rocked into him. She could feel his hardness between her legs, reached down to touch it…

He caught her hand. “No touching or I’ll handcuff you,” he said with a grin.

The thought sent licks of heat down her spine. She mock pouted at him.

He softened. “I want this to be about *your* pleasure.”

He lifted her off of him and laid her on her back. Undid her shirt slowly, button by button, fingers playing over each newly revealed patch of skin. He slipped it from her, slid his hands beneath her back and flicked open the clasp of her bra, helped her shrug it off.

Seeing him stare at her in such open admiration was a bit of an ego boost. He leaned forward, kissed between her breasts, where her bra dug in, then turned his attention to her nipples, sucking one deeply into his mouth. She cried out at the feeling of his tongue, moaned as he pinched and rolled and flicked the other, giving them both lavish treatment.

He undid her trousers as he switched to the other, teased her clit through her panties before relenting, slowly kissing his way down her body. When he reached the line of her thong he sat up, pulled both of them from her in one smooth motion. So that she lay fully naked beneath him.

She could see the hunger in his eyes even as he perused her body lazily. He ran a finger up her, parting her pussy lips. His face tensed with pleasure at how wet she was for him.

He kissed his way from her knee to her upper thigh. She tensed as his face hovered over her, but all he did was breathe softly on her, making her moan, before kissing his way down the other leg. He repeated it until he was back where he’d started.

“Please,” she whispered, bucking her hips as he began again. He laughed, softly, pulled her toward him and ate her out hungily.

He licked from her hole to her clit, sucking it with enough force to make her whimper, before devouring her again. He entered her deeply, stimulating the nerves at her entrance while stroking her clit with a thumb. Two fingers pushed roughly inside her, curling up, fucking her hard as he knew she liked.

He loved pulling those decadent, needy moans from her, the way she sounded when she begged.

“Oh god please don’t stop, just there, yes, yes!”

He focused on her clit, sucking and tongueing her until she was writhing underneath him. He could feel her tightening around him, getting closer and closer. He kept the exact rhythm and pace as her moaning increased, in pitch and volume.

He could hear her whispering, ‘Oh god, oh god,’ under her breath like a prayer, like she needed to be saved from this man and his wicked ways.

She came, silently, head thrown back, hips arching, body trembling. She laid there, panting, exhausted, spent. Watched him through her lashes as he sucked her juices from his fingers like he had before, licked his lips, hummed with pleasure at the taste of her.

He trailed a hand from her hip down her leg.

“I can’t wait to see you again. Tomorrow?”

“Yes please,” she mumbled, pleasure-drunk.

He smiled at the state he’d made of her, and turned to go. Hesitated, turned back and kissed her lightly, quickly on the cheek.

“Tomorrow then,” he said, and left.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qhznk7/a_helping_hand_part_2