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She turned away from his kiss slightly, knowing that it was going to lead somewhere that it shouldn't. Especially in her office.
"Don't." he muttered grabbing her neck and pulling her closer.
"House…we're in my office."
"And the door is shut…the blinds are shut." He smiled into her lips, "It's like you were expecting me to do just this."
She pulled back from him and smirked at his ability to make crude humor at a time like this. She walked backward and turned to lock the door. He smiled wickedly.
"I knew you'd come around." he said gently as he stood up slowly.
She walked over to him, wiggling her hips just slightly. He reached out and grabbed her hip possessively. She leaned into him. He nipped at her forehead.
"I knew it." He whispered with a smile on his face, "you can't keep your hands off of me."
She pressed her hand to his chest and pushed him back onto the couch into a sitting position. She smiled at him suggestively and lowered herself to his lap, straddling his legs. He moved his hands to her hips once again and pulled her impossibly closer to him. She made a happy noise and grinded herself against him. He moaned gently and pushed his face into her neck. Her teeth grazed up and under his jaw, as he pushed his hands under her shirt.
She gasped at his hot hands on her increasingly warming skin. Goosebumps found their way to the surface of her taut stomach and she grasped at his shoulders desperately. Before she knew it her shirt was over her head and in the floor and her bra was being worked on.
"What is this, welded on?" He asked on a small whine.
"It's a classic clasp." She giggled. "Need help?"
"No." He muttered, annoyed. After another moment of working the 'classic' clasp it popped off.
"I think you got that off quicker when you were drunk." She laughed.
"Shut up." He said grabbing her breasts tenderly, watching her squirm and enjoying the hell out of it. She arched her back into his touch, "Jesus, House! Do you bake or something?" She asked grabbing at his hair and pushing his face into her chest.
"A little eager are we?" He mumbled into her cleavage.
She smirked and pulled his head back kissing him fully on the lips. "Shut up and lick my breasts." She said huskily.
"what a way with words." He said quietly, delving into the flesh before him. His teeth nibbled on her right nipple and she gasped pushing his head closer to the tenderness. He gently flicked it with the tip of his tongue, then flattened his hot tongue in a long lick that had her shivering in his arms.
He rubbed his calloused hands up and down her back in a grip that made her warm deep within. She pressed herself closer to his erection, rubbing shamelessly over the denim. Her skirt had long been over her waste and the only thing that was covering her was the small red thong.
House sighed happily as he switched to the other nipple giving it the same treatment. She moaned deeply pressing herself harder, if possible, onto his growing member. He pulled back abruptly and grunted loudly. His gasp, the hot breath on her skin made her writhe in his arms. His mouth went to her collar, then up her neck and to the back of her ear. His nibble made her shiver. She felt overloaded with pleasure.
He gripped the zip of her skirt between two fingers and pulled it down with some difficulty. The scrunched material stopped the zipper from going down any further. He mumbled frustrated and she laughed softly. He looked at her with a sideway glanced and she knew what was coming. Her hands quickly went to his on her hip, "You will not do that." She said sternly.
"Oh, what? This?" He asked pulling on the seam of the skirt and hearing it rip slightly.
"House! I have to wear this the rest of the day!" She said angrily. He pulled back with mock sympathy.
She smirked and stood from his lap leaving him unsatisfied. He recovered quickly when she grabbed them him of her skirt and pulled it down. She smiled at him and wriggled her hips slightly, he smiled appreciatively and reached out his hands, she smacked them and went to her thong. Once it was pulled down she climbed onto his lap again. She giggled slightly when he grunted happily. Her hands went to his belt as he bit at her neck, "No marks." She mumbled into the side of his head.
He bit a rather sensitive part that made her jump her teeth clamped on his shoulder and she sighed out when he started to lick the tender area.
"God, you and your mouth." she said on a long sigh. He smirked into her neck and kept nibbling and tonguing, as if she were some kind of delicious dessert.
His belt was finally pulled out of the loops and his jeans were pushed down off his narrow hips. She grabbed his boxers next and looked right over the scar. But she gently grazed the puckered skin as her fingers pulled the elastic hem of his underwear down to where his jeans had landed. She hooked her foot between his shins, where his pants and underwear were, and pushed them completely off, they got hooked on his converses and she giggled as he tried kicking his pants off.
"Damn high-tops." he said disgruntled.
She smiled again and pulled his button down over his shoulders. Her hands went straight for the bottom of the tee shirt under it and she pulled that off as well. He was gloriously naked under her, except for the Chucks and Jeans at his ankles.
She laughed out loud at the picture in front of her. She kicked off her heals and knelt down in front of him, untying his shoes and peeling off his socks.
"Probably not a good idea to get completely naked…what if we're caught." He said widening his eyes with mock exaggeration.
She shrugged and swiftly untangled his pants throwing them somewhere over her shoulder. She sighed at the naked body in front of her, eager for a repeat of the actions from the night before. She smiled and crawled up his body- his hands reflexively went straight for her hips. She settled on top of him and he sighed at the heat that was surrounding his cock. She moaned a little too loud and he covered her mouth firmly with the palm of his hand. She was rubbing against him, soaking him with her juices and trying to get enough friction to get her off.
He moaned quietly when her tongue came out and licked the center of his palm. He pulled his hand back and gripped her hips once again.
His thrust was slow and gentle, making her sigh contentedly as he filled her to the brim. He was covered to the hilt in the velvet soft grip of her muscles and he was extremely aroused. He felt as if he was going to explode. Her slow movements made him cry out lowly, a long drawn-out groan.
His thrusts sped up and she was bouncing on top of him- a movement he appreciated in the greatest. He watched as her breasts bounced with her body and couldn't take it anymore, he threw his head back on another moan. His head rested on the back of the couch and the veins in his neck were standing out in exertion and pleasure, he was on the brink of all control. She watched him, as he lost himself in pleasure and it practically drove her insane, she couldn't hold on any longer.
Her head fell forward on his shoulder and she bit into the top of it muffling her load moan. He held her head in place as her orgasm hit her in full blast. She gripped him tighter making him swell but he wasn't quite there yet. His administrations became faster and more urgent. His breaths coming out in pants, groans, sighs, and hot air. He thrust into her faster and harder until he was just about to lose it . Her hand gently traveled south until she was just above their joined bodies, her thumb pressed into him and he let out a deep groan and tensed up considerably.
She watched him lose himself and couldn't help but feel a sense of great pride that it had everything to do with her. She kissed his neck and moved up to her lips. His breathing and heartbeats became normal. He completely relaxed in her arms and she felt another sense of pride roll over her like a wave.
Things were going to be alright.
TBC
Ronald was not in this for a reason ---all adult content you sickos.