Knocking at the door, and smiling at the sound of her voice on the other side, John entered the dim office and shook his head. "You, Dr. Smith, work far too much."
"Says the man who works barely at all."
"You wound me."
"Not enough." Anna removed her glasses and smiled at him, "How was your day, Mr. Auditor?"
"Fine." John dug a pair of glasses from his pocket and put them on, modeling them for Anna. "Like?"
"Where'd you find those?"
"At a chemist's. They were cheap and they look like that guy from the American version of-"
"Take those off." Anna held up a finger. "We've got rules about the glasses you get to wear, remember?"
"Alright then." John snapped the cheap glasses and showed Anna the pieces before tossing them in the rubbish bin by her desk. "How are your students doing?"
"About as you predicted." Anna leaned her chair back, tossing the pen on top of the pile of exam papers. "Abysmally."
"As dumb as I thought they'd be?"
"They're… Pretty stupid." Anna shrugged, "Which reflects poorly on me, the weather, and the scenery."
"That's what you'll blame?" John leaned on the edge of Anna's desk, inspecting the small office with windows facing the sea. "The weather and the scenery are what's making them stupid?"
"Be honest," Anna turned her chair to point out the window. "Does that look like something you want distracting you while I'm discussing oceanic biology at the cellular level?"
"If you were teaching me, it wouldn't distract me at all." John folded his arms before nodding at the glasses on Anna's laptop. "Do you really need those?"
"Just to help my eyes at night and after a bit my eyes get tired staring at my screen." Anna waved her hand toward the glasses, stopping halfway back as her mouth curved into a smile. "Why'd you ask?"
"I remember," John slid along the edge of the desk, pushing Anna's papers to the side while keeping them organized, and finally left it clear enough for a body to lay across it. "That I promised you something at Christmas."
"I have a vague memory of this." Anna made a show of reaching around John for her glasses before placing her elbows on her chair to pose a single finger over her mouth, as if struggling to remember. "Something about an office."
"That overlooked the sea," John used his hand to point to the window. "Which you were lucky to get."
"After Dr. Hughes gave her recommendation and they had difficulty filling the position, it was the least they could do." Anna pulled up a leg to cross them so the skirt she wore rode up to her thighs. "I also have a lab."
"How exciting." John turned over his shoulder to check the door before running his tongue over his teeth. "The lights are dim and it's late."
"And I'm exhausted by the stupidity of my students." Anna opened her arms to John. "It seems everything is going according to plan."
"It is." John pushed himself off the edge of the desk and leaned over to put his hands on the arms of Anna's chair. "There's just one thing wrong."
"And what's that?"
John tapped Anna's exposed knee. "You, Dr. Smith, are wearing a skirt."
"And?"
"Part of my attempts to stay a little bit cooler until they fix the aircon." Anna shrugged, "And I would've thought you liked that your efforts at seduction became simpler. Made things easier for you."
"But I like taking time to seduce you." John pouted, one of his hands landing on Anna's knee to run up her leg. "It's part of the glory of the whole process."
"And I love you for it." Anna moved her arms around John's shoulders and held there to bring their foreheads together. "But since there's carpet in this office you don't need my trousers to be the bathmat for your knees."
"I guess." John pouted for another second before kissing her. "No cameras in here or anything right?"
"Just the ones in the hall for security." Anna put her hand over John's to drag it down her leg. "Is teasing part of it?"
"In a hurry?"
"As you said, it's late and…" Anna sighed, "Bugger it, get on with seducing me Mr. Bates, before I have to climb you like a tree."
"Then just hold still," John set his cane to loop over the edge of Anna's desk. "And bear with me, I'm not as dexterous as I once was."
"You move just fine." Anna grinned at him, jumping into the turn as John helped her from the chair and onto her desk. "I seem to remember the shower this morning being a rather lovely example of how capable you are."
"Minx."
"You're the one who surprised me and made the water go cold." Anna clicked her tongue against her teeth as she ran her hands down his shirt to loosen the buttons. "Naughty boy."
"No one's called me that in… Years."
"Good. Makes it fresh." Anna paused, her hands pulling the tails of John's shirt loose from his trousers. "Unless you want me to continue enticing you with 'Mr. Bates'. I can even make it all breathy and seductive like-"
John kissed her, the two of them giggling into it until Anna gasped as John's hands pushed her skirt out of the way enough to allow his fingers to drag over her knickers. Her hands tugged at the tails of his shirt as John leaned Anna over to get the leverage to drag her to the edge of the desk. Breaking the kiss allowed Anna time to breathe and maneuver as John eased her knickers down her legs to tuck them into his pocket.
"Do you, Mrs. Bates, consent to be thoroughly seduced in your office on this desk?" John's fingers ran through her slickening skin as Anna's fingers grabbed for his belt instead of his shirt so he could leave it hanging off the head of his cane. "Because I really want to fulfill the rest of that fantasy I promised you."
"I consent." Anna nodded her head quickly as her hands ran over his chest.
"Not under duress or-"
"Sodding go down on me or so help me I'll tackle you to the floor and make you do it."
"As the lady wishes." John kissed her again, one of his hands cupping the back of her neck to hold her still so he could tease out the kiss. Anna nipped at his lower lip and her fingers left his chest to dig along his jaw as she slanted her mouth sideways to take more from the kiss.
She broke it and nodded at John, "Please, I don't know when the next custodial shift comes and I'd rather they not catch us."
"I'll keep that in mind." John went to his knees, resting most of his weight on his left leg. It took him a moment before he grimaced and stood. Before Anna could move off the desk, John grabbed a small stool she kept under her desk and arranged himself on it. "Perfect."
"John, if you're-"
"It's fine." John held up a hand. "It'll just test how quickly I can do this."
"Says the man making jokes about the length of seduction."
"I didn't intend to be sitting on the child's stool you keep for getting to higher shelves in your office while eating you out." John shrugged, taking one of Anna's legs over his shoulder to leave her open to him. "We adapt."
"Adapt, improvise, overcome?" Anna let her fingers card through John's hair as he kissed the inside of her thighs and dabbled closer to where he left her wet. "What else did you pick up from watching television all day?"
"None of what you're about to get, if that makes you less jealous." John kissed just above Anna's clit and she shivered. "All this is from practice."
"I'm comforted." Her nails dug into the back of John's scalp as he dragged the flat of his tongue over her. "Keep going."
John needed no second order. One of his hands clutched at the leg over his shoulder before sliding over Anna's skin to her ass so he could hold her in place. His other hand worked in concert with his tongue to leave her writhing above him on the desk. With his fingers delving deeper into her, crooking to find the nerves that had Anna crying out incoherently, John wrapped his lips around her clit and teased his tongue there until he sucked hard. She bucked and squirmed but John continued, trading his work at her clit with dragging his tongue through her lips or drawing at the wet soaking his fingers and threatening to leave a damp space on her desk. All of it only encouraged John further until he returned to her clit and nipped just above the nerves before sucking hard.
Anna came in a rush, her half-scream, half-sob leaving her almost like jelly in John's grip. He held steady until the quiver in Anna's thigh stopped urging him to kiss over the trembling muscles and slid out from under Anna's leg. The loosening of her fingers at the back of his head traded in for a few runs through his hair before Anna's eyes met his.
The dilation in the pupils there had John surging up to kiss her, his fingers still inside her as her vaginal muscles finally released. And the kiss worked to John's advantage as a distraction until Anna's fingers left scratches over his shoulders when he flicked his thumb over her clit. Breaking the kiss was all Anna, as was the enticing glint in her eye when she wrapped a leg around John's hip and bucked hers into him. John put his other hand back on Anna's leg and smoothed over her skin while his other hand continued to excite the frazzled nerves back to life.
"We've made a mess on your desk, Dr. Smith."
"It's about to get worse." Anna's hands went between them, one meeting John's run over her nerves as well while the other attempted to unbutton her shirt one-handed. "Because you're going to take me on this desk."
"So that you remember I had you here every time you work?"
"Absolutely." Anna finally freed herself from her shirt and left it on top of John's before battling with his belt, streaking it slightly as her glistening fingers abandoned helping him bring her back to the edge of orgasm to free him instead. "It'll make me sympathize with my students a bit more."
"Because you'll be distracted too?"
"Yes." Anna finally freed John and put her hands to his cheeks to bring their lips together. "I hope you're ready because I am and I want you right now."
"Racy."
"I've been on hormones and I'm horny as hell." Anna attacked John's mouth as her legs wrapped his hips so she could try and push his trousers out of the way.
"Anna," John broke the kiss, stopping her hands for a moment. "We've got a bit of time. We can go slower."
"Do you want to?"
"I wanted to seduce you."
"Mission accomplished." Anna twisted her hand in John's grip to pull his damp fingers into her mouth to suck them dry. "And I told you, I really want you to feck me all over this desk."
John stopped, pulling Anna's fingers into his mouth this time. "Were you waiting for me tonight Dr. Smith?"
"Yes." Anna grinned at him, pulling her fingers free when John finished to trace them up his chest. "And yes, the hormones I'm on are making me randy all the time so if you'd be so kind."
"And here I thought it was just me." John's hands moved to Anna's legs, dragging her to the very edge of the desk as he kicked the stool to the side so he could stand straighter between them. "I thought you were just always ready for me."
"Ready, yes. This wet, probably not without help. But…" Anna's hands interlaced behind John's neck as she lifted herself enough to kiss over his throat. "But you've already taken care of that."
"Then let me take care of the rest of you." John looked down, adjusted, and thrust forward in a single stroke. Anna's eyes fluttered shut and the grip on the back of John's neck matched the whiteness of his knuckles on her thighs as he held them still. But after a moment he leaned forward and whispered in Anna's ear. "I want you to watch us, Anna. I want you to watch as I take you. Right here and now on your desk. I want you to see what you do to me and what I do to you."
Her eyes opened and their foreheads almost collided before they leaned into one another. Their bodies stuck and squelched slightly as the wet sounds of John driving into Anna almost overcame the sensation of the bruises forming on his upper thighs from the impact on her desk. One of his hands moved to her ass, changing the angle to strike deeper while his pubic bone struck her clit.
Anna's fingers almost clawed into his shoulders and arms as she held herself steady against him and John maneuvered his head to kiss over Anna's neck. Her fingers skimmed and slipped over his back before sliding into his trousers to hold tightly to his ass. The dig of her nails there spurred John faster and he held Anna to him as his fingers struggled to snake between them and press against her clit again. It only took a few more thrusts and the pressure of his rubbing at her clit to bring Anna screeching over the edge again while the strangling clench of her muscles around him forced John to follow.
Only his hands on the desk stopped him collapsing backward. But a shift in their positions had John's trousers tangling around his knees and he flailed back. His arm knocked Anna's rolling chair out of the way and he landed solidly on his ass. They both paused, assessing the potential damage, before John laughed at the sight of himself and Anna came off the desk next to him.
John delicately removed Anna's glasses as she checked over his leg. "Any damage you can feel?"
"Just my pride." John sat up to leave her glasses on the desk. "I have to say, I don't even think I noticed them being there."
"Not the hot professor vibe you were hoping for?"
"No." John dug into his shirt pocket and removed a pair of glasses for himself. "What about these? Do they do it for you?"
"They will," Anna removed them, leaving them on her chair as she moved around John while her hand caught his shoulder to bring him back to the floor. "But they'd just get in the way."
"Of what?"
"This." Anna positioned herself so her knees were on either side of his head. "I'd like to sixty-nine this if you're open to a little twist on your plans."
"What idiot would say no to his gorgeous professor of a wife asking him to eat her out again?" John's hands sculpted up her legs before tugging on Anna's hips to bring her down so he could run his tongue over her again.
And, for a few moments, John thought he held the upper hand. With his fingers and tongue he had Anna writhing and gyrating above him whilst making almost incoherent noises. The kind of sounds she made when her body was ready to let go again. When she did, John did his best to drink it all down but the second he thought he had the advantage on her finish Anna leaned over him.
The second she kissed near his half-hard erection John knew he was in trouble. When her mouth closed around him John could only moan into Anna's skin and try to race her to the finish. And at the point when his hips bucked uncontrollably into her mouth, John had to beg for Anna to pause.
An almost wicked glint came to her eyes as she moved from him and took his glasses from the chair. They dangled between her fingers as she kissed over his face to remove all traces of herself there. And, licking over her lips, Anna nodded at the chair and let her hand wrapped around his stiffened erection.
"I think it's time I took you in my chair, Mr. Bates."
"You'll be the death of me." John took the glasses, kissing Anna soundly before he got into the chair and positioned himself with his legs spread and the right one stretched out a bit. "But what a way to go."
"I heartily agree." Anna let her skirt fall to the floor and finally freed herself from her bra. "But maybe not in here. It'll destroy my professional reputation."
"And the smell of sex in this office won't do that?"
"We'll air it out." Anna straddled his leg and tested the chair a moment. "I don't think this is as sturdy as the desk."
"If we break it," John's hands ran over his sides to settle on her breasts, "What'll you say happened?"
"I can't say that I rode my husband so hard I cracked the plastic wheels."
"I never said you should." John paused, his fingers kneading into Anna's breasts as he noted their larger size. He watched her face as he did it again, his touch softer this time, and noted Anna's reaction was almost the same. "But you'd have to come up with a good reason."
"Even if I'm sure it's a hand-me-down and was already cracked before?"
"Especially then." John slid Anna forward over his legs. "You're naught but a feather so you'll have to find a way for you, with your fairy-like size- to have broken it so effectively."
"Any suggestions?"
"Unfortunately, no." John paused, looking up at Anna as she rested her hands on his shoulders. "But how are your hormones, otherwise?"
"All over the place. I've not had a period in weeks."
"Maybe it's more than that." John leaned forward to lay kisses over Anna's throat before dragging his lips to her breasts. "Are you more sensitive here than usual? Because it seems like you are."
"It's the hormones."
"Or you sex drive?" John trilled against her skin, urging her closer so he could run his arousal through hers until Anna shuddered a less climactic orgasm. "Because while I think I'm good and so are hormones, maybe it's that there's twice as much blood running through your system."
"What?" Anna shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts as John's fingers continued at her breast and his hips met the beginning rotations of hers.
"Maybe…" John paused, pulling back from her breasts. "You're pregnant."
"They said, after Hope, that…" Anna stopped, her eyes wide as she looked down at John and then her abdomen, before meeting his expression again. "Do you think so?"
"I'm just the happy observer and recipient of the results, if that's what it is."
"You're also the instigator and the happy participant." Anna made a face at him as one of her hands dragged over her abdomen. "But… If we were pregnant-"
"I'd be overjoyed."
"And if not?" Anna's eyes met his and John only smiled before placing a delicate kiss on her lips.
"Then we'll go on like we have been. I'm lucky enough just to have you, Anna, so anything else is a glorious bonus."
"Truly?"
"Truly." John's hands moved to Anna's hips. "Now, I think we were about to try and break your office chair."
"With pleasure." Anna sheathed him in a second.
John's eyes almost rolled back into his head but he held tightly to Anna's hips to ground himself enough to come back to the moment. But Anna already seized control of it and fulfilled on all of her promises. Even John trying to rock the chair to set a rhythm did nothing to stop Anna until she shattered over him, burying her face at his neck. She came back just enough to urge John over the edge and then they waited for any audible cracks of the chair.
"I guess we got lucky." John helped Anna off and stood, checking his leg before trying to sort through their clothes. "Have you got-"
"Always." Anna passed over a container of wipes, taking a few to herself before getting back into her clothes. "Please wipe down the desk."
"Are you getting the chair?" John tossed the used wipes into the bin before buttoning up his shirt. "Because it's going to need it."
"I've got it." Anna rescued her glasses from the desk and tucked them into their case. "By the way, the glasses… Didn't really do it for me either."
"No?"
"You're more than enough of an aphrodisiac for me." Anna finished with the chair and checked over the space. "I've still got the rest of the exams to grade but I think I'll save those for later."
"What, did I ruin your desire to work in here?"
"Effectively. Besides," Anna shrugged, motioning to the clock. "It's late."
"Yes it is." John took her hand after Anna gathered the rest of her things. "Come on, I've got to get you to bed."
"Another invitation Mr. Bates?"
"Control yourself, woman." John tried to reprimand her but their grins stretched wide. "Otherwise I'll have to avoid you until you're a little less…"
"Horny?"
"I was going to say medicated." John led her to the car, opening the door for her. "Besides, we might have to refrain."
"Why?"
"If you're pregnant then-"
"No," Anna shook her head, forcing John to pause with the key almost in the ignition. "We're not stopping sex."
"What about the baby?"
"They've invented a multitude of positions that are safe for sex." Anna put a hand on her abdomen. "Besides, I don't think I could go that long without."
"We did once." They both quieted as Anna shook her head.
"Not again."
"Agreed." John put his hand over hers, squeezing for a second, and released to start the car. "How about dinner?"
"I could murder some of that."
"Good."
John drove from the university, guiding them toward the hills overlooking the beach and pulled into the drive next to the house where he took her on a romantic date so long ago. The house where they risked arrest for public indecency on the beach. The house they now called home. And, John grinned to himself as he opened Anna's door and led her from the car, perhaps enough for more.
It was where everything was simpler. Before Anna knew what John did for a living. Back when they were two people in love with one another and spent a glorious month falling in that way. Back to when they were simpler.
It was almost the same now. They had one another. They had their jobs. And they had a view of the sea that soothed and calmed them in the dark of the night.
And that night, as they finished washing their dishes and returned to their bedroom, John proved too weak for Anna's seductions. Too weak to fend her off as she laid him back on the bed and adored every inch of him. Too weak to resist his climax when she continued to wrap her lips around him while her fingers played insistently at his hanging sack.
But turnabout proved fair play. And, when Anna thought she could slink off the victor, John put her on her back and her legs over his shoulders. His mouth and fingers between her legs soon overtook the other sounds in the room and Anna's nails raked through his hair. When he rose above her, lavishing similar attentions to the rest of her body, John waited until his body could take it no longer before entering her in a series of short thrusts.
They slowed as one. Their movements matched the slow roll of the motion outside their home. The beat of the waves on the shore gave them the rhythm they needed and when they came together it happened in a moment. One they used as prelude to curling together with their joined hands over the possible promise resting at Anna's abdomen.
