Bless me because I sin

The angle is deliberate enough for his length to slide against the cleft of your thighs, oh-so-close to where he left you bereft. Placating kisses pour over the flutter of your pulse, murmured apologies spilling into your ear.

Only managing to sound slightly breathless, he answers, only to groan inwardly at the sound of the shrill voice on the other end of the line. This was going to take longer than he thought.

Fortunately for both of you, you'd planned ahead for just such an eventuality. Reaching for his desk drawer, you slide it open to extract the secret you'd hidden there. Thick eyebrows knit together in confusion, before spotting your prize.

His eyes land on the dildo, then flicker to where you still clench around nothing, whimpering through bitten lips at the loss of him. Moss green and moon white eyes blow wide, sharp teeth pressing into his lower lip as he swallows hard.

Planting a foot on each arm of his chair, you tease the toy against your soaked cunt, gasping every time it catches against your entrance. He's barely stringing together coherent sentences, his free hand falling to stroke himself languidly as he watches from under lidded eyes.

You're so far gone, you barely register his murmured instruction, easily mistaking it for part of his one-way conversation.

'Go on...' he breathes, barely moving the mouthpiece away from his lips, 'you gonna keep yourself warm for me, honey?'

That's all it takes for you to fuck the toy into yourself in one motion, pleasure knocking you back onto an elbow. He matches you stroke for stroke, lust clouding your thoughts as the conversation fades into an unintelligible buzz.

In one motion, he tugs you over the surface of the desk and stands over you, a wide palm spreading your legs further apart. He remains frozen in place for a moment, enraptured by your defilement.

The phone is still at his ear; the conversation is less than one-sided now as thick fingers curl in-between yours, guiding the slick motion of the toy. A surprised squeak tears from your throat as his mouth curls into a wicked smile.

That's it, my love... he mouths, let go. Ruin me.

Pleasure short-circuits your mind as his other hand lowers, the pad of his thumb rubbing frantic circles over your clit. Almost in vain, your hand flies to your mouth as your voice rises into a cry of ecstasy.

But it's too little too late as a well-angled thrust has you screaming out his name. Stars twinkle behind your eyes as you feel the white hot ache within you explode. Your release floods over his hands, soaking his cock, and dripping obscenely onto the floor.

So powerful is your orgasm, he has to scramble to catch the toy before it's sent flying across the floor of his office. Setting it aside, he grins wolfishly down at you, the voice at his ear now seemingly shocked into silence.

'I'm sorry, something's, ah, come up,' he smirks unrepentantly, winking slyly at you, 'I'll call you back later.'

You cover your burning face with your hands he leans over you to replace the receiver without waiting for a response. Gently, he peels them away as soft reassuring kisses follow light nibbles up your quivering body.

Eager yet gentle hands curl around your hips, tugging you against the cushion of his stomach and the hardness of his still-aching cock. You whine as he leans down, his lips brushing lightly against the hollow of your throat.

'So, darlin'... where were we?'