Author's Note: *whew* I'm spent! How about you? :D Seriously, I've not written many lemony bits so please let me know if you liked it. I don't need ALL the sordid details but if you enjoyed the scene, please feel free to let me know. Or if you can think of an area for improvement. I appreciate the notes.
I'm sorry it took so long for me to post again. The inspiration comes and goes. Bossman has been running me ragged these last few days so I sneak in writing when I can.
That being said, I'll try not to keep you waiting too long for the next one. I'm not sure where this story is going yet but it seems to be taking a few winding roads in my mind. Let's see where they end up?
He gazed at me, naked, lying across his desk. My hair fell to the side, draped across his keyboard as it fell off the edge of the desk.
"I can't tell you how many times I envisioned you exactly like this?" He licked his lips as I watch his length begin to stir. I, too felt that familiar stirring at my center. He stood above me like something out of a mythology book; all muscle and height with his more than semi-erect penis jutting before me. His blonde hair was damp with sweat with a few tufts sticking up in places.
I don't know if I can get enough of him.
"Well, Mr. Northman, "I purred. "Why don't you show me exactly what you envisioned?" I felt another jolt of pleasure from deep within me as he moved in my direction. He stopped inches from my face, his erection just above my lips. I flicked my tongue along the underside. He growled and swung his body around to stand at the edge of the desk where my legs were draped. He grabbed both of my ankles, pulling me to the edge of the desk.
"Wrap your legs around me." He murmured, in a low voice. I complied, locking my ankles behind him. He pulled me closer still, slowing impaling me as he moved. I groaned.
"Oh, fuck me." I breathed. He slid in so fluidly, filling and stretching me once again.
"Happy to oblige, Ms. Stackhouse." He grinned as he began to move within me. He stared down at me, watching my face as the warmth began to spread through my body. "Would you like to know what else I envisioned?" He asked.
"Tell me," I sighed. "Please."
"Bring your hand down and touch yourself."
Well, this isn't going to last long.
I smirked, moving my hand to my clitoris, rolling it gently as I found the right movement that corresponded with his increasing rhythm. I lifted my hips to match him thrust for thrust, knowing that neither of us would last long. The pressure building within me was relentless as I sighed in pleasure.
His movements were growing faster.
"Sookie," He murmured. "I'm going to come soon."
It wasn't long before we both echoed our mutual release.
Why had I waited this long to act?
It was so good!
"Eric," I began. "That was…" He cut me off, still breathing erratically.
"I know." He took a moment before pulling out from where he was sheathed. "We should continue this elsewhere." I slid down off the desk, taking in the disarray of the once tidy office. "I'll clean it up Monday." He said casually following my gaze. He strode naked to the door of the office, glancing back out at the cage where I had been working.
Crap, I still have half a list left.
"I can't leave yet, Eric. I have to finish my files." I groaned, grabbing my blouse from the floor where it had been discarded.
"Leave it." He whispered, coming up behind me.
Yep, Still naked.
But then so I was I. I loved the feel of the full body contact. "Save it for Monday, lover." He murmured. His voice had taken on a low, husky cadence as he continued. "I'll help you in the morning. Come with me."
Lover.
A shiver ran up my spine.
How tempting.
I sighed, as his hands splayed down my sides and over my hips. I supposed I could come in early before Clancy got in. I was usually the first one in. The other accountants didn't arrive until closer to 9:30 these days. Yes, I think I could manage. It would only take maybe 15 minutes to complete. Turning in his embrace, I faced him, feeling the warmth and hardness of his body.
"If we're going somewhere, we need to be dressed to get out of here." He grinned before grabbing my butt in both hands. With a delicious squeeze, he released me, leaving the office to hunt down his clothing. I followed in suit, watching his body move under the harsh lighting of the larger attic space. Once dressed, I closed up the boxes within the cage, leaving my list on top of the boxes.
"When the time comes, would you mind carrying down the boxes I filled on Monday, Mr. Northman?" I grinned to myself, not looking up at him.
"I'm sure I can arrange a moment or two for you, Ms. Stackhouse." He replied from behind me. I stood from where I was working and turned to find him watching me with a raised eyebrow. I looked at him with a feigned innocence. "Where would you like to continue this? My place or yours?" He grinned knowing how cheesy it sounded.
"Let's go to my place. I'll have to feed my cat." He nodded his agreement before continuing.
"Well then Ms. Stackhouse, I'd be pleased to accompany you to your car." He held out his arm in a very gentlemanly way. I smiled, following him down the stairs. We stopped on the fifth floor, allowing me to turn off my computer and the lights for the weekend before taking the elevator down to the parking lot.
I noticed a few familiar cars still parked which wasn't terribly unusual for early evening. I strolled across the lot, stopping at my little yellow Dodge Horizon. Eric raised his eyebrow again but I ignored it.
"I see no point in buying a new car when this one works fine." He smirked but said nothing. He opened the driver's side door, allowing me to get in before speaking.
"I'll follow you there. See you shortly, Ms. Stackhouse." He closed the car door and I watched as he strolled casually across the parking lot to a bright red corvette.
What?
How the hell was he driving that?
He glanced back over his shoulder, raising his eyebrow slightly before folding his height into the car. Shaking my head, I put the car in drive and headed towards home.