A Helping Hand: Part 3

She feels his arms wrap around her as she’s finishing the last of her paperwork. He kisses the top of her head.

“Hello again,” he says warmly. His hands creep lower.

“Simon, wait,” she whispers. “We’re still in the building.”

“I know,” he says laughing. “No one’s in. And anyway it isn’t as if there aren’t already rumours about us.”

“I…” *Want to keep you to myself* is what she nearly said, before realising how presumptuous that was.

“It’s ok, I’ll stop. But please hurry, I can’t keep my hands off of you for long.”

That elicited a soft sound from the back of her throat. She shut down her computer, grabbed her bag.

“Let’s go then.” She said.

As soon as they’re at the car, she pushes him against it, kissing him roughly. His hand scrabbles for the door handle; pulls it open. He pulls her inside the car still kissing, so that she straddles him, then flips them so that she’s beneath.

She moans softly as she feels his cock stirring. Rocks against him, needing his arousal, and he cups her breasts though her bra. Her nipples are hard with arousal – they press through the fabric against his palms.

He bites her lip, licks the pain away with his tongue. She slips her hands beneath his shirt, moves them down to play with the edge of his boxers.

He places his hand on hers. “What did I say about handcuffs yesterday, hmm?”

“But I want it.” She whispers. “I need it, need you, inside me. Making you feel good makes me feel good.”

He doesn’t stop her as she slides them into his underwear, strokes his cock. Squeezes. Her hand creeps down to his balls, cups them. He hardens under her attention; his face tense, handsome with pleasure.

His hands pull hers away, and pulls her back on top of him once more.

She straddles him, back arching. His cock is in the exact place she wants, she needs, but-

“Wait.” She pants.

He stops rocking against her immediately.

“Not here,” she says, averting her gaze from his. “Could we… Could we go to mine?”

He squeezes her hand, lifts her chin with a finger so she’s looking him in the eyes again.

“We definitely can. Anyway, I want to see your hair spread out on the pillow as I take you.”

She flushes. There’s a beat before they both scramble into the front of the car. They can’t keep their hands off of each other on the drive there; afterward the memory is just a haze of lust and need.

As soon as she pulls into the driveway they’re kissing again, hungrily. They barely make it inside before pulling each other’s clothes off. Her eyes ravage his body, needy, but it isn’t long before they’re wrapped around each other again.

They leave their clothes in the hallway; he picks her up. She wraps her legs around his waist, and he carries her upstairs, pushes into her bedroom and places her on the bed.

Her eyes flick between his face and his cock, pupils wide and dark. She is laid on her back, seductive in her need. Her lips parted in hunger, perky breasts, toned belly and legs, the way her ass fills his hands, how smooth her skin is under his hands, the scent of her perfume winding around him.

He places his cock at her entrance, enjoying how wet she is for him as he pushes inside her. She tilts her head back, moans wantonly as he pushes himself balls deep inside her, filling her pussy. His cock sheathed deep inside her; he feels her tensing as she starts to play with her clit.

“I love how you feel inside me,” she whispers. “Need more.”

He speeds up his thrusts pushing her deeper into the bed. She wraps her legs around him, pulls him closer, deeper. Her moans grow louder, pussy tightening rhythmically as her climax heightens.

“Fuck… fuck… Oh god don’t stop…”

“Open your eyes, look at me,” he gasps out.

She struggles to focus on him.

“Cum for me.”

“Oh god, Simon, oh…” She squirms and quivers beneath him, pussy pulsing, clenched around him.

He groans, fucks her through her orgasm.

Slips out, watches lucidity return to her. She eyes his cock, licks her lips.

“Can I…?” She asks.

“Not yet. I want to cum inside your pussy. Ride me?”

He takes her position on the bed, and she straddles him, positions herself, and lowers onto him.

He moans as pussy takes him once more, as she starts to fuck him slowly. Her tits bounce, and he reaches up to caress them, unable to stop himself.

“Faster, please,” he begs.

She rides him harder, watches him lose control as he gets closer and closer. Feels him ready to cum.

“Cum for me,” she says, pleasure shooting up her spine at the rapture on his face. He finishes, seed filling her as he pumps more and more into her. She shivers at the feel, biting her lip hard. Climbs from him slowly as it ends and cuddles up next to him.

“I told you I needed that,” she said sleepily, a smile curving her lips as she feels him start to drip out of her.

He rolls to face her, kisses her suddenly, deeply.

“Is there a chance you’ll need it again?”

“Hmmm,” she pretends to think. “Yup. Definitely, all the time now I know how you feel inside me.”

His face lights up; he runs a thumb over her bottom lip. “Good,” he says, relieved. “Because I don’t know if I could manage seeing you without being able to do this again.”

He strokes the skin of her hip; he can’t seem to keep his hands off of her.

“Besides,” she says, wriggling closer to him – craving him inside her already – “I need to know how you taste.”

He pushed her onto her back and rolled on top of her. “Why don’t I help you find out?”

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