something short and sweet to get back into the swing of things. beautiful gif credit: @mbjgifs
“B…baby, wait,” you breath helplessly, body satiably warm and mouth wet in eagerness.
Michael had you pinned in your black office chair, fingers melodically resting and curving within you to meet your sensitive spot. His presence was one you weren’t expecting and dreading, for your usual morning routine turned into boisterous bickering between the two of you. It was constant it seemed. Your usual conversation diminished its invigorating trim of excitement and interest, now welcoming this treacherous and nagging force you two despised. But here you were, legs sloppily spread, body erupting in delicious jolts as each curl of his slender fingers completely blinded you.
“Mm, what was that shit you was talking? You hate me, you can’t stand me, fuck me…”
With each repeat of the fiery words you spewed to him earlier, he deepened his thrusting, free hand sliding up to your throat. Your neck was free of its usual designer covering, your creme button down messily hanging from your shoulders. You were flushed, impatiently hungry and desiring to take everything Michael could give until you were breathless.
As your mouth moved to weakly respond, there was a hard knock against your office door. Everything within you stilled, your core tight and thighs continuing its endless trembling. Michael never stopped, your slickness inviting his gifted digits to explore more of you. His hand clutched your throat, squeezing slightly as your breath hitched to halt the booming cry you begged to release. A second knock followed the first, your coworkers tender voice beckoning on the other side.
“Hey, we’re thinking about trying that new Chinese bistro down the street. You want anything?” She eased.
Michael’s clutch hardened, warm mouth casting over your earlobe as silence quickly brewed between you and your coworker. You whimpered softly, thighs achingly tightening around his waist as he groaned into your ear.
“Let her hear you cum, baby,” he urged, lips softly puckering to nibble your ear, “you’re so fucking close, I can feel you.”
“I— oh my god,” you whispered, your tone incredibly full and overwhelming as you managed to respond, “I… I’m fine, t-thank you.”
Your head fell back against the warm cushion, clit throbbing and pussy overwhelmingly filled to the brim. Your coworker tenderly responded, reassuring you that if you changed your mind, you could always contact her. With a rugged thank you, Michael’s fingers consumed you, your body deliciously sinking into the fabric as you released yourself.
His execution blinded you, stripped you bare and completely wiped you from this Earth. Michael’s deep and riveting voice intertwined with your soft outcries, his hips rhythmically moving as he let you ride out your juicy explosion. He hummed in pleasure from the sight before him, slender fingers slipping from between your thighs and up to his mouth. You admired him breathlessly, eyes lifting to capture how effortlessly and undeniably intriguing he was. He tasted you with slow and calculated twirls of his tongue, the muscle slicking along his middle and ring finger as he met your smoldering gaze. He knew his effect on you and he used it deliciously; as a tease would.
You lowered your thighs from their sloppy position, foot playfully knocking along his waist as you carefully composed yourself. You still felt his presence lingering and deeply curling within you, the visual causing your thighs to slightly tremble.
“You need to get the hell outta here. I have lunch and a meeting,” you cooed softly, easily grasping his wrist to indulge in whatever juices were left.
He watched with a warm smile, lips rubbing together in delight from the feel of your mouth.
“Lunch’s on me. Anywhere you wanna go, I got you,” he eased sweetly, his glorious features soft and angelic in presence, but eyes magnificently hot and hungry.
He wanted more. Craved more. Desired more. Just as you had. You let his slender fingers slip from your puckered lips, glancing up to the ticking clock above your sea of occupational awards, before back to him.
“Lets do lunch here, then. I got my eye on something…”
