His door wasn't closed, but it was only partially open. Partially. That meant that she had a 50/50 shot of not getting in trouble for interrupting. As she stood in the door, nervously shifting from side to side, she weighed the consequences. "Fuck it" she breathed as she pushed through the door and softly approached the desk.
Hearing her come in he, didn't raise his head. Sometimes she came through quietly collecting dishes or clothing or some other random bit needed in another part of the house. He felt her move through the room, her nervous energy apparent by her uneven breathing. As she stopped at his elbow he finally looked up, sensing her waiting for him.
Ahh.. he knew this look. Had seen it before, but it had been a while. When they had first met it had taken weeks of constant aggressive pounding to fuck the need out of her eyes. Every now and then some small thing, like the smell of spring, would trigger the need and she would come to him, hesitant to ask, pensive, tense. So needy, but never knowing how to ask.
She fundamentally needed it to level her. Her reset switch was at the back of her cervix. He, and he alone, knew the combination to the lock. Not even she could fix this problem.
She hated bothering him and worried that he would resent the intrusion. Over and over he had insisted that she needn't worry about coming to him for help, especially with that. The pleasure was his, he insisted. Positive that he had no idea, she maintained that the pleasure was, in fact, all hers. As he looked up and met her eyes, first inquisitive and then knowing, he shook his head. She knew he knew and he knew she knew as well.
"What is it, girl?" he growled low. Not because he was bothered, but because that look set something off in him. His body responding to her proximity and her need. He felt his muscles tense and coil.
So afraid he would say no. So afraid the need would continue to grow if not addressed. "I have an itch, and I can't reach it. If you have a minute, can you scratch it for me?" Even as she was still speaking he started to clear papers, books, and his coke can off the solid oak desk in front of her.
Knowing her game he waited patiently for her to throw out the random unreachable place that he would start with as they progressed toward the intended end. "It's here, right in the center of my shoulder blade"... She pulled her shirt over her head as she spoke, releasing her heavy breasts. The light from his office window caught and held them gently in the morning sun.
"Bend over and let's take a look" as he ran his hands up her side, lingering on the side of her breast, but not progressing. He rose from his chair as she bent over, placing her elbows, hands and forehead on the desk. As he admired the view he let his hands wander down the length of her soft back, across her full hips, and down the side of her legs. Her exhale was telling. He was getting warmer and she had long been hot.
Placing both hands flat on her back he asked her to guide him to the place that needed attention. He started to knead and press into the soft flesh around her bra line. Standing directly behind her and pressing in he could feel her heat as she, no doubt, could feel his growing interest in solving this problem of hers. "Guide my hands, Minka".
Taking full advantage of his location behind her, she started a subtle slow rub against him as he ran his hands over her back. "Right there, please. I can never reach that part and it has been tense all day" she sighed as his body started to respond to her call. His strong hands bit into her back as he worked on the knots in her shoulders. Her long, deep sigh was followed by ragged shallow breathing. This wasn't so much relaxing as it was building. "Please.. Just a little lower"...
Her hips continued their gentle, but so very deliberate press into him as his hands continued to work slowly down her back. "Let me know when i've hit the mark, baby." Her back arched as his hands continued their descent lower, working her back at the line of her yoga pants.
"That feels great... lower, please". As if she was worried that sudden movements would frighten him off, or cause him to change his mind, she cautiously moved her hands back and started to work her yoga pants down her hips, revealing the thong underneath.
Once around her knees, she released the black fabric of her pants and tried to return to her previous position unnoticed. What she did notice was the position of his cock. The bulge in his jeans lining up and rubbing along her cleft. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on her breathing as his hands started to work every so slightly lower. My God, she loved those hands. They knew her, inside and out, knew what she wanted most.
He wasn't even sure she was trying to hide it now. Her hips rose and fell along his jeans in just the right spot. Her hunger feeding his growing lust as his hands picked up the pace. It wasn't going to be that easy though. If she wanted it bad enough, she would beg, and he loved to hear her debase herself as she struggled for what she couldn't come right out and ask for, even after all this time. "How does that feel, Minka? Am I doing it right?"
Oh, it was right. It was always right with him. His natural need to take her hard married perfectly with her strong desire to be taken rough. Her cheap appeal to his nice guy side was only the trigger to the act. The way his hands held her now gave her every confidence that she was going to get exactly what she wanted. "It's so good, Zack. Please, don't stop."
"Don't stop what, sweetheart" accentuating that last word as his hand dipped under the band of her thong. Her breathing was labored and ragged as she struggled to find English words. She just wanted him to keep going. Wanted him to wind his hand around the fabric of that light blue thong and rip it off.
He knew. As the massage transformed into his hands running over her ass, circling in a caress of movement, he waited. She had never been a patient girl and this amused him to no end. He never doubted, in moments like these, that he had chosen well when they started dating.
"Please" she softly moaned as her hips continued the grind back against him. His one hand gently moved the lace fabric of the thong to the side so he could see her need. "Please, Zack" as her head turned to look over her shoulder to find him.
"I'm only trying to help, Minka, but I can't fix a problem you can't define" his hands pausing on her round cheeks as he gently spread her open. "Just tell me what you need, babygirl. I'm here to help you." He chuckled as he saw the frustration in her face and felt it in her hips as her backward press grew with intensity.
"I need it. Pleasseeee...Oh my God, Zack" her breathy pleading bringing him to full erect status. He removed his hands from her ass long enough to release his pants.
