When Lee suggested we play, it wasn't like I was going to say no.
"I have work to do," I said, looking at the accounts and the spreadsheet that was sat in front of me and all the VAT I still had to do calculations for.
"You can put it down for me," she said, the trace of her hand across my shoulder and breathe in my ear. I admit, if anything could make me tremble, it was the curl of her tongue against my ear that became a kiss and soft exhale.
Where was the save button again?
"I can't just leave the work open," I protested mildly as her hands slipped form my shoulder down my collarbones and down the front of my chest. Half my mind was already swooning, the other half trying to keep sane enough to know that confidential work had to be stored somehow. Or something.
"Not the only thing wide open," she said with a growl in my ear. Standing from my chair, I turned to her - looking straight into her glazed eyes that knew exactly what they were doing. Exactly. I could feel heat in my neck as she laced her hands behind my neck. It was so natural to touch her neck and waist, my lips dipping towards her neck
As if we were going to ever going to get back to work.
"May I?" I ask against the soft skin of her neck as my hand ventures into the mass of her hair your can you get lost - all curls and ocean. Her slight moan of agreement is all the consent I need and I took a rope of it in my fist and pull back slowly, eliciting a sound she can't help and exposing the pulse of her throat. "Oh so that's how it is Lee..."
"Maybe a little," she exhales and her hands are much weaker holding me than they were. "I thought I was in charge."
"If you wish, mistress," I smirk, letting her hair and falling to the floor in subservient kneel. Recovering, I can hear her chuckle and her hair in straight, tied up locks that she can pull just as well as I can.
"I do wish."
When she pulls me to my feet, her kiss is fierce against me, our lips meeting with no gentleness or softness, but a furious passion that never gets old - hand holding mine above my head daring me to resist. Not tonight. Oh not tonight - how could I resist her?
She grinds on my thigh as we kiss, almost panting in our desperation for each other. Like always, she'd rather not take too long. Not that I can move much, but I reckon there's not much beneath the skirt. That's fine by me and something in the inflection of my embrace matches this thought.
It's probably my own moan into her mouth.
"A little desperate, love?" she gasps and chuckled from my lips and I grin, the lines of cockiness in it that I hope only to goad her own.
