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From there, he lowered himself, his hands sliding down her back to her buttocks. His tongue traveled down her front then dipped into her navel and downward. He’d said he wanted to eat her pussy. With his expert touch, he’d set her on fire.
Finally on his knees, he parted her legs and pressed his face to her mound. Hot breath warmed the hairs there, and his tongue grazed the lips of her pussy.
“You taste good, Phyll,” he mumbled.
“Eat me, please.”
“You want me to suck your clit?”
“God, yes. Please.”
“Like this?” His tongue slid between her lips and brushed against her distended pearl. She almost screamed, the feeling was so intense. Every nerve ending vibrated, ready to snap. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he sent her even higher. She was going to come. Oh, God, she was going to come like she’d never come before.
He kept on pushing her closer and closer. While his mouth and tongue worked her clit, his fingers moved around from behind to stroke the lips of her pussy. Suddenly, she felt empty there. He could fill her. He could take the beautiful hard-on and satisfy her completely when she came.
“Fuck me,” she cried. “Put your cock inside me and make me come.”
In an instant, he rose to his feet and looked around for a good place to fuck. With a few sweeps of his arm, he brushed the top of her desk clear, making a space beside her computer monitor. Pens, pencils, and stapler went flying. Even the vase with its rosebud. She’d fix it all later -- especially the rose. Right now only his cock getting inside her pussy mattered.
She scooted up next to her monitor and spread her legs. One huge thrust, and he buried himself inside her. Then, he set a fierce rhythm, plunging in and out like a wild man.
Damn, the man could fuck. All that lust and equipment hidden under his baggy clothes. His body slicked with sweat. His muscles bunched and strained as he ground into her. Their bodies slapped together while he drove them both into a new universe of need. Wrapping her legs around him, she hung on, her pussy nearing orgasm. Hardly breathing, not thinking, she let her body take her to the edge.
“I’m going to come. Come with me.” He slid his thumb between them and found her clit, rubbing while his cock stroked her pussy. Both moved harder and faster, while liquid heat pooled in her belly. Her breath caught as the orgasm built. Coiling like a spring, tighter and tighter. The world disappeared, leaving nothing but the pressure of his thumb against her clit and the pounding of his cock inside her. She couldn’t fight it but surrendered as the climax took her, shaking and sobbing. Her pussy gripped him, pulsing all around his length.
He roared as he thrust violently once more. Then, his whole body stiffened as he shot hot come deep inside her. The force of the climax -- both of their climaxes -- knocked her senseless. No one had ever fucked her like that before. Heaven.
* * *
Phyllis tapped her foot against the metal floor of the freight elevator then checked her watch again. Nine-thirty. Late.
The moment her eyes had opened, though, she’d jumped into the shower, thrown on the first clothes she’d found, and rushed to the studio. If Agnes’s visions had told the truth, Earl would be at home today, and she’d find his e-mail in her inbox. If she’d given herself a second chance last night, she’d find him at his drafting table. Please, fates, make it second chance.
The elevator doors opened finally, and she looked around the studio. No Earl. Worse, a crystal vase sat on her desk holding a red rosebud. Everything else was in perfect order with no evidence of the world’s greatest fuck ever happening. Shit.
Her heart sank as she approached the desk. Not what she’d hoped, but she could still fix things. She’d go to his house and beg him to come back. She’d do a strip tease. She’d seduce him. She’d tie him down and have her way with him if she had to. They belonged together. He might not realize that now, but he would before noon. She didn’t write Wonderslut for nothing.
“What would Wonderslut do?” she said to the empty room.
“Talking to yourself again?”
She turned to see Earl emerging from the kitchenette, a coffee carafe of water in his hand.
“You’re here,” she said.
“I work here.”
“You’re here. You’re here. You’re fucking here!” She dropped her purse and car keys, ran across the room, and launched herself into his arms. The carafe flew out of his hand, sloshed water over both of them, and fell to the floor with a shattering crash.
“Whoa, Phyll,” he said. “What’s this all about?”
“I dreamed you were going to leave me. The rose was a good-bye.”
“I’d never leave you.”
“Then, I fixed everything. It seemed like a dream, but we really did fuck.”
“We fucked?” He pulled back and looked into her face. “Wait a minute. Did you say dream?”
“Maybe. Maybe not. It might have been real. Who knows? Who cares?”
“Last night?”
“More like three in the morning.” She pointed at the clock on her desk. “Only, that said seven.”
His eyes got wide, and his jaw dropped. “Seven?”
“Yeah, seven. Why do you ask? Say… you didn’t… by any chance…”
“I had a dream about seven o’clock, too. You and me.” He cleared his throat. “And your desk.”
She couldn’t help herself. She started laughing. He looked so cute, confused, shy, and hopeful.
“You mean…” he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, “… that was real?”
“It was real, Earl. You said you loved me.”
He turned three shades of red. “I do.”
“I love you, too. With all my heart.”
“Wow. Just wow.”
“So, let’s give my desk another work-out.”
He grinned. “Fuck, yeah.”
Alice Gaines
Award winning author Alice Gaines has published several sensuous and erotic works. She prefers stories that stretch the imagination, highlighting the power of love and sex. Alice has a Ph.D. in psychology from U. C. Berkeley and lives in Oakland, California, with her collection of orchids and two pet corn snakes, Casper and Sheikh Yerbouti. Visit http://home.pacbell.net/halice for upcoming releases, news, and more.
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