He inserts his fingers into my mouth and I instinctively suck hard. They taste better than I imagined. The sweetness of my pussy and the natural saltiness of his skin are the perfect combination. He watches as I worship his fingers, slowly dragging my tongue from the bottom to the tops of his fingertips. He grins. “Do you like to taste yourself on me, Charlie?”

“Like you have to ask,” I reply as I lick my lips, dabbing the corners of my mouth.

“I am asking. Tell me.”

“Of course, I do. I’ve wanted to taste myself on you for years.”

“Yes, so you say...” His voice trails off as he traces my lips with his tongue. I grab onto the front of his shirt, wrapping my fingers into the soft fabric, pulling him closer to me when he suddenly grabs my wrist.

“Nu uh, Miss Charlie. No… no… no…” he says as he shakes his finger at me. “You’re not in control. I am. Get on your knees.”

I’m happy to obey. I slide out of the chair and kneel before him, looking up, his piercing blue eyes staring intently into mine. I run the palm of my right hand over the back of his left calf, my fingers fanning out as I cup it gently. I’m careful not to apply too much pressure, I want him to feel the agony I’ve felt for the last thirteen years.

The pads of my fingertips dance over the thin fabric of his dress pants, neither of us taking our eyes off the other. I slide my hand under the cuff of his pant leg and I feel his body jerk at my touch.

“What was that?” I ask grinning.

“What was what?” he retorts, trying to play it cool.

I start to rise to my feet, my eyes never leaving his. “You know exactly what I’m referring to.”

“I don’t think I do.” He laughs softly.

“No?” I ask, my right hand sliding up the outside of his left leg. I add increased pressure as it shifts to the top of his thigh, my fingers lightly touching his hard cock through his now restrained pants. “You have no idea?” My hand grips his cock tightly.

A labored groan escapes his lips and he’s immediately annoyed. He’s showing his cards and it’s killing him.

I begin to unbuckle his pants. He smirks as I pull his pants and boxers clear to the floor. His cock springs to attention, my mouth at the perfect level to tease him mercilessly. 8”, thick and cut. It was exactly how I imagined it would be.

“Oh, this is going to be fun!” I exclaim as I wrap my mouth tightly around the tip and push it to the base, taking him completely into my warm mouth. Before he can say a word, I pull his cock out in one fluid motion.

“Fuck, Charlie! Why’d you stop?”

“You’re not in control, I am. Buckle up, you’re in for the ride of your life. In fact, you might want to tell YOUR wife you won’t be home for dinner.” I grin.

With that, I push my mouth down his cock, hard and fast. Up and down, each time harder and faster than the previous. Gasping for air and his body shaking, he looks down at me.

“JESUS!”

“And I haven’t even gotten started...” I wrap my hand tightly around the base as I begin to softly nibble on the tip. My tongue laps ever so gently, teasing the purple bulbous head of his glorious cock with such painstaking precision.

His soft moans fill the office as I continue my wondrous assault. I taste the slightest hint of pre-cum and a devilish smile appears on my lips.

“What are you smiling at?” he asks.  

I smile wider.

“Tell me.”

My smile turns to a sultry laugh.

“Charlie, what is so fun—-“

“You want me. Your body wants me.”

He’s silent, staring at me with a look I’ve never seen before.

“All this time, all these years. I truly thought you weren’t interested. That I wasn’t attractive to you.”

His silence is now filling the office. 

“Over the years we’ve had so many opportunities. REAL opportunities. Lunch alone. Conferences and hotel stays. Time spent at bars. Literally nothing. You gave me NOTH——“

His strong hands are on either side of my face, holding me tightly. His eyes staring so intently into mine. I blink and find he’s still staring. He hasn’t blinked. He’s just looking at me. Searching in my eyes for something I’m unsure of. 

I close my eyes for a moment and I feel his lips press against mine. A soft, slow kiss that increasingly becomes more passionate. His hands have now made their way to the small of my back, our embrace bringing our bodies tightly against each other. His tongue is wrestling with mine, exploring my mouth. His hands move down my ass, giving each cheek a firm squeeze. I moan into his mouth as I feel him tugging my jeans over my hips. He kneels down before me, pulling them to the floor. 

“Step out of them, Charlie.”

I obey. I’m now completely naked in the office. I’ve dreamt of this moment many times. I’ve fantasized about it thousands of times more. Was this really happening?

He pushes me gently back, laying me down on his desk. He brings my legs up, placing my left on one corner and my right on the other corner. He pulls my legs apart, exposing my freshly shaved pussy. Bare. Glistening.

“You smell so sweet. The way your body smells is nowhere close to how good I know you taste, and you now know how your aroma drives me wild. I can’t think when you’re in close proximity to me.”

He leans forward ever so slightly and inhales deeply.  I feel my body shutter. His fingertips trace my inner thighs as I feel his warm breath on my pussy. He extends his tongue, taking one long, slow lick from the bottom of my pussy to the top of my clit. His tongue lingers on my clit for a moment and then he retracts it back into his mouth. It sends a chill over my body, my nipples now hard as pebbles.

“God damn! You taste better than I ever could have imagined. I NEED you. I WANT you.”

With that, I feel him lapping at my dripping pussy, his expert tongue darting into my honey hole and then attacking my clit. My moans fill his office as he slides two fingers inside me.

“You’re mine. Do you understand?”

I say nothing.

“I didn’t hear you. I said you’re mine, Charlie. Your body yes, but even more, that incredible mind of yours is mine too.”

I still say nothing but chuckle softly to myself.

He rises to his feet, pushing his body hard between my legs. Our eyes are locked on one another, neither of us giving the other the upper hand.

He leans over my naked, wanton body. His eyes locked squarely on mine until he brushes his lips over my neck. I purr loudly, a labored groan escaping my lips and it immediately pisses me off.

His tongue grazing my soft skin until just before he reaches my ear lobe. He bites gently, his wet tongue outlining my ear.

“I know,” he whispers.

“You know what?” I gasp.

“Exactly what you want. Sit tight pretty girl, it’s coming.”