She was going crazy - they'd fucked like rabbits as usual but she wanted,
needed
him again. Of course she did when he was working. She slid her tongue into his mouth as she kissed him at lunch time. Sidled up next to him on the couch while he was in his meeting and pressed herself into his side. Smiled and kissed his neck while he typed an email, willing for the work day to be over and his attention to be on her, only her, again.
He could tell it was one of those days that she needed to be spoiled. Of course she did, on the most frustrating work day he'd had in weeks. He tried to focus on work as she kissed him when she brought him lunch. He really did try not to be distracted by her tits,
god those fucking tits
, pressed into him while he gave the same status report to the team three times. He did his best to hold in his sigh as she kissed his neck. Those gorgeous lips. He waited impatiently for this hell to be over so he could make the sexiest little moans escape from those perfect pink lips.
He wanted to throw his laptop out the window when she slid into his lap. His desk chair wasn't big enough for this to be the most comfortable but he had no intention of moving when she was so deliciously trapped between his desk and his body, the sun setting in the window behind her setting her beautiful hair aglow.
He snapped the computer shut,
damn those reports
, and looked at her. She was breathtaking, all honey skin and pouty pink lips and
that hair
. Her curves were amplified in that shirt, her tits pulling the fabric taut. He leaned forward, pulling her even closer, whispering in her ear.
"Is that my undershirt, baby girl?"
She couldn't tell if it was his deep breathy voice in her ear, or his words, but something sent a current through her body. He did. She let out a soft little moan as she nodded, eyes locked on his.
"Yes,
daddy
."
His cock twitched under her as soon as she said, making her grind involuntarily against it. She wanted him to know she wasn't wearing any panties under her little shorts, to feel how wet she'd been all day. She ran her fingers up the soft cotton of his shirt and pressed closer to kiss him. She felt his fingers slide under her shirt and moaned against his lips, letting his tongue slide in her mouth.
As soon as he tasted her mouth he knew he couldn't wait much longer. His fingers slid across her waist and across her thighs. He slipped a finger up the leg of shorts, unsurprised to find her bare and dripping wet for him.