She watched him as he unbuttoned her jeans and wriggled them and her underwear off. Something in the back of her mind told her to cover herself, but nothing on Earth could make her do that now. If this was a dream, she didn’t want it to end.
He planted a kiss below her navel. Just as Elsa thought she knew what he had planned, he lifted his head and grabbed a piece of candy from the bowl on the coffee table. The plastic wrapper said
“Eat Me,”
and he smiled wryly as he tore it with his teeth. The white mint popped into his hand, and he placed it on his tongue. She watched enrapt as he manipulated it in his mouth for a few moments before bending back down.
There wasn’t much room on the couch. Elsa wiggled as he moved her knees up so they framed his head with her pussy bared to his gaze. He wasted no more time and dipped his head enveloping her in the hot, wet heat of his tongue.
The pleasure of his mouth caused stars to burst behind her eyelids, but that wasn’t the only sensation assailing her. The tingle of the minty candy on her skin, the scratch of his five o’clock shadow on her inner thigh, and the steady grip of his hands on her hips all held her in sway. He picked up a rhythm on her flesh lapping her clit in short, hard strokes until she rocked her body against his mouth. As she crested the precipice of orgasm, he drew back, and she cried out at the loss.
“Don’t worry, beautiful. I’m not going anywhere,” he said while he sat up and divested the rest of his clothes.
Harris stood naked before her. Her imaginings were nothing compared to the real thing. His shoulders were set wide and richly tanned, his chest smooth and hairless, and his abs and pecs stood out carved like the statue of David. His cock jutted up and out, thick and hard, ready for her.
“Do you happen to have a condom on you?” he asked. “I don’t usually carry them with me in uniform.”
Elsa shook her head as the panic started to claw up her throat. An idea dawned before she could vocalize her dismay. She reached under the couch cushion and fished around. After a few seconds, she felt the brush of foil and produced a condom hidden in the depths of the couch.
“You keep them there?” he asked with a laugh.
“No, but the employees do. It’s like a frat house back here sometimes. Teenage hormones flying everywhere. I should be happy they’re being safe though.”
He took the packet and opened it. Even putting the condom on, he mesmerized her.
“I wish our first time was in bed or somewhere romantic. I can’t stop though. I need you,” he said. The thickness of his voice reflected the urgency of his desire.
“No, this is perfect. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve dreamed of this.”
He positioned himself between her thighs bearing his weight on his upper arms as he slid through her wet folds. Everything she was about to say flew away in a haze of pleasure as the head of his dick slid across her clit.
“You’ve dreamed of having sex in your employee lounge?” he teased.
Elsa didn’t answer as she slid her hand down between them and positioned him at her opening. He took over and slowly breached her. His hands gripped the edge of the couch beside her head.
The brush of his exhale on her fevered skin had her wriggling against him until he plunged all the way inside. She stretched around him, and he fit perfectly. All she needed was for him to move. Trying to get some sort of friction, Elsa reached around, gripped his ass, and raked her nails lightly over the sexy backside she’d admired on an almost daily basis.
The anticipation became almost unbearable. “Please fuck me.”
He laughed. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you curse.”
“You’re going to hear a lot more if you don’t move.”
She wriggled again forcing another harsh exhale from him. He took the hint and began a slow, steady rhythm in and out of her. With each pass her orgasm rose already near the surface thanks to his devilish mouth. She gripped his ass harder, and he dropped his forehead to her shoulder using his knees to move faster.
“Fuck,” she said as her orgasm began its slow roll through her.
He reached down and pressed his thumb hard against her clit holding it there as he pumped into her harder.
She gasped and fell off the edge. The start had been a slow wave, but once his clever hand touched her an electric storm sizzled through her blood making her come hard and fast. He groaned no doubt feeling her muscles contract around him. Elsa sagged back shaking as he pressed into her a few more times and bit the soft flesh of her shoulder. He held himself inside her on the last pass. His entire body quaked above hers as his heart beat frantically against her chest.
An eternity and only a few seconds passed simultaneously as she soaked up the details. She stored every single sensation she could capture: the sound of his panting breaths, the sting of his bite, and the soft brush of his leg hair. She didn’t want to forget any of it.
When he lifted himself off of her and sat up, she wanted his comforting heat and weight against her again. He leaned in to kiss her lips gently. “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered.
The chill of the room brought her back to reality. She’d just had sex with the man of her dreams on a lumpy couch in her employee lounge. Elsa tried to summon some embarrassment or shame and found nothing but a contented sigh. He handed her the clothes he’d scattered around the room and the only reason she got dressed was because he began to do so.
Once they were both covered, he leaned in pressing his shoulder to hers before wrapping his long arm around her. “Have dinner with me. I’ll cook you something.”
“You cook?”
“Yeah. I cook very well.”
“That’s hot,” she said allowing herself to smile.
He laughed, and the sexy dimple returned making her wet again. “Let me take you home.”
“What about the serial killer?”
A red flush infused his face, and he pulled away. “Okay, I lied. I’d been dying to actually get you to notice me so I thought maybe if we spent some time together...” He trailed off studying her face.
He lied to spend time with me.
The thought should have made her angry, but all she could think was
thank goodness.
She would have never been able to ask him out.
“So there’s no serial killer?”
“Well sure there is, but he’s not here.”
“So we can go?”
He nodded. She stood up and gripped his hand leading him to the laundry room. Elsa grabbed his pants which were hot and stiff from the dryer. She shook them out, and something hit the floor. A small spool of fine copper wire almost as thin as a fishing line. He scooped it up in his palm before she could ask.
Men and fishing.
She shook her head. “Get dressed. I want you in my bed.”
Harris pocketed the spool before sliding his pants on. “This is impossible,” he said. “It could still be a dream.”
She turned back and clutched his hand so hard her knuckles turned white. Standing on her tiptoes, she pressed her lips to his. “Only if you believe it is.”
He allowed her one quick kiss before pulling away with a wide, almost feline grin.
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Biography
Monica Corwin is an outspoken writer who believes romance is for everyone no matter their preferences. Displaced in Central Pennsylvania, Monica Corwin attempts to spend her days writing away in her home by the river. In reality, she chases around a toddler and writes when she can. In her free time she drinks entirely too much coffee and collects tomes on King Arthur. Monica Corwin has over thirteen published works from publishers such as Crimson Romance and Cleis Press. You can find her on the web at www.monicacorwin.com.