Think of this as a transition to Chapter 06...with sex.
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"Against the wall," she breathed.
Mike clutched Traci's ass as she swung her other leg around his waist, and lifted with his knees. He couldn't believe it; he was holding her steady, his tongue in her mouth, his cock still rock hard, as he waddled them both to the wall of his office and began to thrust.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm," she vocalized, her fingers clutching his shoulders and the back of his head. She broke the kiss, exposing her neck and ear for him to nibble and lick. She gave a high-pitched breath as his teeth bit gently on her earlobe; she loved that, he knew.
Three months in, this was their Friday normal. Right before lunch, Traci would show up in his office, some work pretext in hand. He would lock the door. She would rip off her work clothes, always revealing something new -- a lacy red bustier; black silk stockings, garter attached; once, a pair of tiny bronze nipple clamps -- and they would go at it like minks, always on the alert for activity outside. And the longer they fucked, the stronger and healthier Mike felt.
Now he thrust up and inside, Traci tight and wet and hot, and she wrapped herself around him like a python, breathing hot in his ear, until she tightened, shuddered, and groaned. "Ooh..."
Mike held tight and walked her to the couch, where she sprawled on top of him, her breath catching every now and then with a post-orgasmic shudder.
"Oh," she said finally, as she rolled off him onto the cushions. "You're still hard."
"It's okay," he said.
"No, a good girl always helps her partner finish." She smiled. "Besides, I like to watch. You're like a fountain." Before he could say anything else, she put a finger on his lips. "Shh..." Then she pushed a little harder until he was sucking her finger and licking it. "Good boy." Her other hand wrapped around his cock, gently rubbing up and down. "Close your eyes," she whispered. He did. "You just feel my hand, and my finger, and my skin on yours." Her finger left his mouth for a second. He heard the pop of a flip-top opening, and felt a dribble of something cool and slick on his cockhead. Then both her hands were gliding up and down, getting firmer, faster. "I love a two-hander," came her voice.
"Me, too."
One hand stroked his balls, firmly but not too hard, and then moved back to his dick. Faster. Harder. Faster.
"I'm coming-"
Then he felt her long, narrow tongue on his dick, and that was it. The explosion made him arch his hips, tense his muscles, see stars. On and on and on, and he could feel the wet splatters on his t-shirt, his neck, his face, until finally he sagged back into the cushions.
"Now that's what I'm talking about," said Traci.
"Can I open my eyes now?" he laughed.
She ran her slimy hands through his hair, marking him completely as hers. "Sure, babe," she said, snuggling down beside him. He wrapped an arm around her waist, his hand underneath hers, and gave her a side-eye, grinning.
This Friday she'd been in a translucent white onesie with a snap-open crotch...at least, she had been before he'd torn it off with a display of lust-fueled strength that had surprised them both. Now she wore mussed hair, white socks, and nothing else.
"Sure no one heard us?" he asked.
"It's your office, that's your responsibility," she said. "But Kheops and Sandrine were on their way out for lunch." Then she gave him an evil smile. "We can wait until they come back next time."
"No, no, no." He hadn't said anything when Traci let the sex become less dangerous -- he'd been glad. But now... "But I was curious. I thought you liked a little risk."
Traci sighed and bit her lip. Mike could feel her tense up, just a little. "What's wrong?"
"Can I be honest, babe?"
"Always be."
She hesitated. "You're my safety fuck."
"What?" He frowned.
"No, it's good! Listen! There are a bunch of clubs and parties, and you know, you have to be seen."
