Part II
He gently ran his hand up the back of her leg and lifted it off the ground. Gently pushing it outwards, he set her foot on the edge of the couch that now sat next to them and gently kissed her inner thigh. He moved his lips slowly up her thigh, stopping every inch to place an exaggerated kiss. His left hand traced the back of her smooth thigh as his right hand used a single finger to gently stroke the warm, smooth peach that was now exposed between those legs. She moaned as he slipped a finger inside her and gently kissed the top of her flower. He could taste the nectar of her arousal. It was sweet, like honey. She gently grabbed the back of his head and pressed him into her as she involuntarily begin to thrust, rocking her pelvis back and forth. He began to suck gently as he kissed and teased the top of her wet entrance. She was panting, her chest rising and falling, as a light glistening sweat began to form across her body.
She tilted her head back, hitting it on the door and only further aroused by the slight pain it caused her. She couldn’t focus her thoughts. He was good. He was intent on pleasuring her and she could tell he paid attention. She noticed as he would take her to he edge of climax and then gently move away from her favorite spot.
He loved it. He loved feeling her squirm.
She reached down and dug her nails into his back at the bottom of his neck. She grabbed his collar and pulled upwards, indicating she was ready.
He stood and deeply kissed her again. She wanted to taste herself and he was more than willing to provide. He bit her lip gently as he reached down and grabbed his package. He gripped the base of his throbbing shaft and teased her clit with the tip. Her back arched. He supported her leg, pulled her close and slid deep inside her without any hesitation.
She took a deep breath as he pressed deep inside of her. He felt good. He felt full. And she was so wet.
He pumped slowly as he held her and watched as she reacted to every thrust. This was sexy. So many times she had walked through that door for business and he had thought about this scenario. Now here he was playing it out and it was better than he had imagined. Unfortunately, this position wasn’t allowing him to go as deep or as fast as he wanted to but it was keep my that urge in check. Slow and steady wins the race, right?
Almost as if she had heard his thoughts, she lifted her leg off the couch and set it on the ground. The new movement forced her to tighten around him as he was forced to slide out of her.
She reached down, wrapping her hand around the slick, rock hard shaft. He cocked his eyebrow Playfully. Wondering what she had in mind as she stepped around him, continuing to lead him with this new improvised leash, he followed willingly.
She let go as she knelt on the couch, one arm place on the arm rest and the other bent and resting along the top. She looked back over her shoulder as she pulled her ponytail out, letting her hair fall again across her slender back. She grinned as she let her lower back sink down and she jutted the perfect ass towards him. He stepped forward first grabbing around her waist and running his hands up her back, using his thumbs the trace the slight indent of her spine. He then reached down for himself and guided himself in, listening for the quiet slap as her ass smacked against his pelvis. It was deeper than before and she knew this would be good. His other hand was now firmly entangled in her hair and she tilted her head back as he reached under arm, grabbed her breast and gave her what would be the last kiss for now. He placed his free hand across the small of her back and began to give it all to her. Sliding in and out again with more depth and force each time, they both began breathing heavier with each passing moment. With her head pulled back, she couldn’t control the audible moans that escaped her lips. The sound and feel of her slamming into him motivated him to give it all he had. He released her hair and she hung her head, biting her lip a little. She attempted to stifle the noises, not realizing that the sound of him repeatedly plunging deep into her far outdid the muffled noises she was giving off.
Minutes passed like seconds and he could tell they were both ready to reach climax. He pulled out and stepped back, helping her to roll onto her back. He grabbed both legs and lifted them to each side of his neck. Leaning forward, he was yet again inside of her. She reached up around his shoulder blades and dig her nails in as the new angle brought her new pleasure. He eased in and out, in and out, in and out. With each push, she would reset her grip on his back and he would clench his teeth as she dug her nails into the tattoo that covered his back. He could feel the heat rise to the surface everywhere the nails ran their course.
He fought going faster as he yet again began to reach climax, instead choosing to give her full deep strokes. Her breath began to become sharper and shorter and with every exhalation of breath, she would moan a little louder.
Finally, it came.
“Oh fu-…” she trailed off.
She tightened around him, her nails clenched into his lats and she pulled him down.
At the same moment, he thrust a final time. She was tighter than ever. That was all it took. The final jolt of pain in his back sent him over. He released as she moaned. He fell forward and kissed her hard.
Her legs eased down to around his waist as he came to rest inside her.
In a sudden realization, they both locked eyes and began to laugh as they caught their breath.
Definitely going to need that coffee as he looked at his desk where they sat, condensation running down each cup, ice completely melted.
“Thought you might need a pick me up” she said quietly.
He kissed her again and laughed, “you nailed it.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/r9w790/misbehaving_mom_with_marine_recruiter_pt_2