Chapter 127 Office Sex I
“Why didn’t you tell me to come? You have been busy taking care of everyone else for a whole week,” he murmured against her hair, his arm still locked around her waist.
“I can’t take it anymore. I need to be taken care of too.”
She laughed softly.
“Poor neglected man.”
“Terribly neglected.” He pulled back just enough to see her face. His eyes traced every line of her face with hunger like he was memorizing it.
“Hi, beautiful.”
“Hi” she whispered, her cheeks flushed crimson.
The roses lay forgotten on the desk beside them as he leaned in and captured her lips with his.
The kiss was slow and sensual as if he was tasting her for the first in years. Heaven melted into the kiss with equal longing. The kiss grew from slow to heated, mavericks tongue poked for permission she opened and accepted it.
Her fingers glided from his hair down to the firmness of his back.
Maverick hand moved lower, his warm fingers slid under her dress rubbing her thighs higher and higher Until he reached the intimate areas holding her wetness he rubbed over her panties. He groaned when he touched how ready she was from just kissing him.
Heaven moaned. She arched her back and spread her thighs wider so he could fit in the middle. Maverick settled in between them
“Fuck!!” He breathed “I’ve missed you so much.”
He pulled her lace to the side and slid one finger in through her slick folds before shoving it into her wetness slowly and deeply curling his hand just right.
The sensation shot through her brain. She gasped and rocked her hips forward before she could stop herself.
Reality jolted her back
She held his hand pulling away from the kiss.
“Wait–“
Maverick froze, his brow scrunched in concern, his chest rose and fell fast.
“Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head, her cheeks were flushed.
“No. It’s just… the nurse. Or a patient. They could come any second.”
Maverick exhaled sharply and impatiently. His thumb caressed her face so she could give in.
“I will be quick hmm?” He murmured. “Promise”
Heaven but her lips torn between the beat that was coursing through her veins and the risk. She glanced at the unlocked door.
He followed her gaze and sighed dramatically. “Fine, I’m your patient.” He took her hand and guided it down the painful hot bulge in his trouser “There’s something wrong with me here and only you can solve it..” he whispered to her
“Except you want me to check the next doctor's office..”He pulled away from her.
Heaven's eyes narrowed; she didn’t like the idea of another woman touching him.
“Don’t even joke about that.” She gestured at the door. “I meant you lock the door and close the blind.
He grinned. He liked the possessiveness in her voice over him. He leaned in until his lips brushed her ear.
“I love this look on you," he whispered. “Fierce and possessive” his tongue slid out and licked her ears. “I will love to see this look on your face when you am fuck yourself on my cock.”
Heaven shivered. She felt a fresh pool of juice slid down her pussy.
He pulled back just enough to look at her eyes. “Don’t worry baby.. You own me.”
He stepped away in long quick strides and locked the door. Then he reached and twisted the blinds. Sealing the private office.
Then he turned back and leaned on the door. The hunger in his eyes was unmistakable.
Heaven's breath caught.
He tilted his head and commanded.
“Strip.”
The single word made her eyes widen. She felt her pulse everywhere her wrist, neck and most especially in between her thighs.
She slid down the desk, her legs shaky. She removed her lap coat first and dropped it on the floor. She looked away from him for a second shy under the weight of his gaze.
“Eyes on me, Tigress.”
The nickname fired her up. She swallowed. With trembling hands she reached for the zipper of her gown and the fabric slid down her hips and thighs until it puddled at her feet. She stepped out from the dress and kicked it outside with her feet.
Now she stood there with nothing on but her black lacy bra and the matching thong. Her skin prickled from the cold air of her office and his ravenous gaze.
Maverick ran the tip of his tongue over his lower lip, then caught it between his teeth. She saw the thick outline of his cock in his trousers twitch.
Her cheeks flushed.
“Why did you stop?, get rid of all of them.”
Heaven looked at him, still fully clothed. His sleeves rolled up to his forearms, shirt clinging to the hardness of his chest. She folded her hand across her chest brazenly.
“Strip too.”
Maverick smirked. The way she stood there flushed trying so hard to be bold stirred something feral in him.
Slowly he straightened his hands, opened the buttons of his shirt, revealing the taut lines of his abs, Heaven gaze traced them greedily, she counted it eight, four on each side. Her eyes settled in the v shape in his lower abdomen.
She swallowed, squeezing her legs tight to reduce the pressure in her pussy. A moan slipped out before she could stop it.
“Asking for what you can’t take.” He teased her.
She cleared her throat.
“I can take it, go on.”
His hand moved to his belt and unbuckled it, with a single snap. The trousers slipped down pulling at his ankle. He kicked it off.
She didn’t expect him to slip his slacks away and his cock sprang free and bounced pointing towards her direction.
She felt saliva rush to her mouth when she saw the cap of his shaft glistening with his precum. She marveled at the size of it. How did it even fit?.
He snapped his fingers. She looked up at him.
“Remove it and toss it to me.” He said. “Panties.”
With her heart beating loudly she gently reached behind and snapped her bra free. The lace fell off revealing her full swell of her boobs and her already tight pink areole.
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong, slid it slowly down her legs, and stepped out. She tossed the damp fabric toward him.
It landed across his face.
He caught it with a low chuckle, then pressed the lace to his nose and inhaled deeply. A rough groan rumbled from his chest.
“Fuck! You smell so good.” He confessed.
He wrapped the soaked panties around the base of his cock and stroked himself, his eyes never leaving hers.
Heaven’s knees nearly buckled.
“Sit on the desk,” he ordered, “ And spread your legs wide, Vera.”