© 2008 Selena Illyria, All Rights Reserved
Warning: Adult Content and Adult Language.
Cassia Peters walked around the empty office picking up file folders left behind by the occupants of the desks, now abandoned. Most of the office workers were at a week long conference and she was left all alone. Jonathan had put her in charge while he was away to keep the office going, even if no one was there. Jonathan. Cassia sighed. She felt her body warm and tighten, her breasts became heavy and ached for his touch, her pussy clenched and moisture soaked her panties.
She brushed back a tendril of dark chocolate colored hair and blew out a breath.
It was almost the end of the day and soon she would be home. She would finally get to sate her horniness. She missed her husband, Jonathan dearly. He had only been gone two days and yet she felt alone and restless without him. She wandered into his office. She ran a hand across the worn dark brown leather of his executive chair. A memory of him working late and her returning to the office with his dinner surfaced in her mind. She clenched her thighs as she remembered the look he gave her as soon as she walked through the door.
“Lock the door,” he said softly.
Shutting the heavy wooden door, she walked across the thickly carpeted executive suite. Her breath increasing with every step, she placed the brown paper bag with his Philly Cheese Steak and fries on his desk.
“You hungry?” She asked, her voice a husky whisper.
His eyes roved over her body and licked his lips. He held out his hand and she made her way around the desk, sliding her hand into his. He pulled her forward and brushed his lips across her knuckles. She shivered.
He placed his hands on her hips and leaned his head forward. Placing light kisses on her cloth covered skin. Moving from her stomach to the valley between her breasts, she ran her hands through his short midnight black hair. The silky strands tickling her palms.
He paused, “I’m hungry but not for food. I’ve been hungry for you all day. God, you look sexy.”
He started to kiss the exposed skin at the top of her blouse where cleavage was showing. He slid his hands up to cup her mounds and squeezed gently.
“Jonathan,” She breathed, she tightened her grasp on his hair. He raised his eyes and she loosened her grip. His fingers found her hardened nub and squeezed it gently. He moved his head and licked it through the silken cloth of her blouse, nipping it with his teeth. She moaned.
“Watching you walk around the office, thinking about this morning. The way you sucked me off, good, God. I’ve been so hard all day,” He moved his head to the other breast repeating the action.
“I could hardly concentrate on work. All I could think of were all the ways I could fuck you. I know you’re wet for me, love,” His hands slid down and around, to her bottom, squeezing the cheeks, then sliding up, finding the zipper and pulling it down. He tugged on the waistband and let it slid down her legs, exposing her thigh high sheer stockings. Unbuttoning the bottom half of her blouse and parting the sides, he exposed her dark green garter belt and no underwear.
“Good God!” He ran his hand over her bare mound. “When did you take off your underwear?”
He dropped his head, placed a kiss there, inhaling her scent. She unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and slid it off of her shoulders, letting the silky material fall to the ground. She undid the front clasp of her lace and silk dark green bra and slid that off of her shoulders too.
He gazed at her body in awe, licking his lips, his sea green eyes darkened to a rich emerald.
“You look so beautiful and very much mine,” He started to kiss her slowly from her mound on up. She moved closer and started to massage her breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples as she basked in his adoration.
“Jonathan, please,” she moaned as he brushed her hand aside and took a dusky brown nipple into his mouth. He palmed her breast plumping the full mound as he laved, suckled, and nipped. Shards of electricity went from her nipple to her blood engorged clit. She reached down to give herself relief, but was stopped.
“No, I will be the one giving the pleasure this time,” he moved away from her body, causing her to whimper. He brushed the papers off of his desk, the thin sheaves gliding to the floor. He moved the lamp and his coffee mug to a nearby table and gestured her to sit on the hard surface. She was about to take off her shoes when he shook his head.
“Leave them on. I’ve always fantasized about you in nothing but those sexy heels you always wear. Now I get my fantasy.”
“What about my stockings and garter belt?” She asked as she slid onto the cool wood.
“Leave them on too.”
He slid his hands up her legs and spread them wide, exposing her glistening pink pussy lips.
He leaned forward and inhaled the heady musky scent of her desire. He started to kiss his way up one of her thighs, ignoring her need, he switched sides and started kissing his way up the other thigh.
“Jonathan, please,” she pleaded.
“What do you need? Tell me what you need of me,” he started to kiss his way up her stomach, dipping his tongue into her belly button and moving upward.
She leaned forward as his lips started to kiss his way around one breast, ignoring her nipple, only to repeat the torture with the other breast.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, as he kissed his way up her neck, tracing her jaw line with his tongue.
“I need to hear what you want. Tell me what you want.”
Cassia moaned as he nipped her full bottom lip and laved the sting with his tongue. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, exploring the wet heat of her mouth. Her tongue teased his with light touches before sliding over his. Their tongues dueled with each other, his hand slipped into her hair, pulling her head closer. Her hands slid up to cup his face. He pulled himself closer to the desk, sliding an arm around her waist.
She slid her hands from his face to his neck, loosening his tie, and sliding it off of his neck. She moved to unbutton his shirt. He assisted her, pulling his hands away from her body and unbuttoning buttons at the bottom of his shirt. Not once breaking the kiss. Pushing the panels of his shirt off his shoulders and tugging his undershirt up over his head, she ran her hands over his bare chest, taking in the warmth and hardness. She pinched his nipples, rolling the hardened nubs. He moaned against her mouth, pulling his mouth from hers, “Vixen.”
He started to kiss his way down her neck, as his hands slid down over her breasts, stomach and up her thighs, to her center, parting her sopping folds.
“So, delicious, so juicy,” He pulled her closer to the end of the desk and pushed himself back, giving himself more room. He leaned forward, burying his face between her thighs, running his tongue over her aching clit. She slid her hands over his head, urging him closer.
“More, I need more. Suck me.”
Jonathan obliged her request, latching his lips on her engorged nub and sucking it into his mouth.
“Yes, Jonathan, harder, suck me harder.”
He increased the pressure. He flicked and nipped her clit. Slid one finger into her pussy, her inner walls clenched around the digit, but it wasn’t enough, she needed more.
“One more?” He asked as he slid in a second finger. It still wasn’t enough.
“I need more, it’s not enough. I need your cock, please.”
Jonathan chuckled. The vibrations from his chuckle sent her closer to orgasm as he slid another finger into her, finger fucking her faster. She was so close, but she wanted him inside her.
“Jonathan, please, I need you inside of me. Fuck me. I need you to fuck me,” she pleaded.
Jonathan stopped what he was doing, releasing her clit with one last suck, he stood up. He undid his belt buckle, undid the fly of his pants and unzipped his zipper, shoving his pants down. His cock sprang out, long and thick. It’s head an angry purple, the tip already weeping pre cum. He smiled down at her.
“I’ve been waiting for this all day. I promise you I won’t go easy on you. I’ve had to wait too long,” He rubbed his shaft against her slit, causing them both to moan.
“Now, Jonathan, fuck me now.”
He positioned himself at her entrance and thrust in.
Brrrrring . . .
* * *
Cassia came out of her reverie and looked around confused. She couldn’t figure out what had interrupted her. Moisture slipped down her thigh. She groaned, aching for release.
Brrrring . . .
Swearing she tried to pull herself together. She grabbed the phone, “Hello?”
“Hello, vixen. How’s my sexy woman?” Jonathan’s sexy gravelly voice came over the phone.
Cassia grinned, “Jonathan.”
“I need you baby, I’m bored out of my skull over here and I’m horny. Tell me what you’re wearing or rather what you’re willing to take off for me.”
“Jonathan not here, I’m still at work.”
“I know. I have this image of you in my office, naked and getting yourself off, thinking of me.”
“I can’t right now.”
“Stop pouting. I’m almost done here. I want to go home and then we can have phone sex.”
“That’s not a good enough reason and I don’t want to wait.”
Cassia shook her head and laughed.
“You’re so childish. You’ll have to wait. I just want to get home. It’s been a long day.”
“What? You’re not running around like crazy in the office, throwing paper in the air, making confetti, switching pictures on people’s desks? Not even looking at internet porn? Baby, what have you been doing? I’m actually disappointed.”
She laughed. “I’ve been filing, you know that thing you guys don’t seem to understand.”
“Excuse me, I know damn well how to file. Let’s see A, B, C, D, E, Fucking, Sexy, Pussy, etc. See, I know my alphabet so therefore I can file.”
“Horn dog, that’s not the alphabet. I have to finish filing. Then I want to go home have a nice hot bath and order a pizza.”
“Oooo, pizza man delivery fantasy. Nice, I am going to be in the role of delivery man right?”
Cassia rolled her eyes.
“I’m hanging up now.”
“Oh, come on baby, I will be the delivery man yes? I won’t have you fantasizing about another man. That would damage my enormous dick too much, ego, I meant damage my ego.”
Cassia laughed. “I don’t have time to indulge your ego. I will fantasize about you tonight, I promise.”
“No details? Come on indulge the bored horny man.”
“No details until I get home.”
“Evil, seductress, I’ll see you in a few days. I have to pay attention now. Bye, love.”
“Bye sexy man,” she said laughing and hung up.
She gathered up the files on his desk, carried them out of his office, switching off the light and closing the door. She finished up filing and left the office.
Jonathan groaned as he flipped his cell phone shut. He needed relief and fast, but he also needed to pay attention. He glanced around and when he was sure no one was looking he adjusted his hardened cock. God, he needed her. He just had to think of her beautiful mahogany skin, glistening with sweat as they made love and he was hard. Before he left for the trip she’d joined him in the shower, pushing him back, against the wall, she slid down to her knees and gave him one of the best blow jobs he’d ever had. When they had started dating, she had been shy and unsure of herself. The thought of giving a blow job hadn’t appealed to her, but now she loved giving him pleasure.
He had shown her the pleasure of giving as well as receiving. When she first joined the firm as his P.A. they had butted heads instantly, especially over his black book. His usually shy and accommodating P.A. went from sedate to angry in 0 to 60 in under a minute when asked to deal with the revolving door that was his love life at the time. It wasn’t until she was a year with the firm, working for him, that things became interesting between them. A drunken kiss after a Christmas party and suddenly their whole relationship had changed. He had found himself thinking of her full lips, hers breasts that would fit in his palm perfectly, her long legs that brought her up to the perfect height, just a few inches shy of his 6’3.
He swallowed hard. Just the image of her bending over to retrieve a file made him break out into a sweat. He tried to shake the image of her naked and bending over as she waited for him to thrust into her. He shook his head and jumped when he felt a hand on his thigh. He looked over to see his new P.A. Casey, who smiled at him. Her eyes glanced down at his lap and glazed over. He knew she wanted him. He had tried everything short of shouting at her to not get so touchy feely with him, but she didn’t seem to listen. He couldn’t fire her because too many people ahead of him liked her. He missed Cassia as his P.A., but now she was the Head of the Administrative department, she had earned that title when the old head of the department had gone on maternity leave and they had been shorthanded.
He was proud of her, new duties and responsibilities but still enough time to give him a lunch or afternoon quickie. He looked over at Casey and glared at her. She was qualified, but was too damn sociable and too eager to please at times. He brushed her hand away from his thigh and she pouted. He needed to get away from her. A plan formed in his mind. He was only about an hour and half from home, he was sure if he timed it right he could get home just as the pizza delivery guy was pulling up. The pizza place they usually ordered from was busy on Friday nights. He just had a few more minutes of this lecture and he was free. He refused to allow her to come without him.
I’m coming home, baby.
* * *
Cassia had ordered a large pepperoni with sausage pizza from Baci Tattoria. She didn’t expect the pizza to arrive for an hour so that meant she could take a nice hot bath and soak for a few minutes. She had prepared her bath, sprinkling jasmine and vanilla bath salt into the water. She inhaled the sensuous and relaxing aroma. She wished Jonathan was with her. She thought of making a quick run over to him, but pushed away the idea. As much as she wanted to, he needed to work. Casey. She frowned thinking of the eager blond P.A. who had made the rounds around the firm. It was common knowledge that Casey wanted Jonathan. She had made several passes at him in her presence and several behind closed doors.
She couldn’t be fired. She was a favorite employee of one of the stock holders. Rumor had it that she had gotten the job while on her knees with smeared, red, pouty lips. At one time Jonathan had gone out with her, but the date hadn’t ended well. That had been at Christmas the year before last, when he had gotten drunk and she had ended up taking him home. He had kissed her under the mistletoe and everything had changed between them. Her attraction to him couldn’t be ignored and he had started seeing her in a new light. Soon it became hard for either one of them to work together. The tension between them had increased in a new way.
Everything came to a head when she brought a date to a birthday celebration for the founder of the company. He hated seeing her with another man and made his displeasure known. He had even gone so far as to pull her out of a conversation on the pretense of work. He drew her to a side corridor, maneuvered her up against the wall and gave her a hungry, possessive kiss, leaving no doubt in her mind that he wanted her.
“You’re mine,” he told her breathing hard from the kiss.
“I know that now, but um, that guy was my cousin who is friends with the head of the company. You got jealous for no reason,” she replied.
He had thrown his head back, laughed and insisted that they leave the party since they had spent the prerequisite amount of time required. He had made excuses to everyone about having to do some emergency work on a new account and no one was the wiser, given their tumultuous relationship. That night they ended up having a nice dinner and made out quite a bit. Their relationship didn’t turn sexual until three months later. He was so much more experienced than she was. She had been self conscious of her lack of sexual knowledge. He had been sweet and gentle with her, giving her pleasure first, making her feel comfortable with him and with herself. He got her to do things she never thought she would do or for that matter enjoy. And now she was a different woman, more comfortable in her body and with sex.
She smiled softly to herself. Tonight would the first night they had been apart since they had gotten married last year. Letting the tub fill up she wandered into the bedroom, heading for the closet. She pulled open the double doors and pulled out a large, beat up, nondescript trunk. She grabbed her keys from her coat pocket and found a small golden key. Leaning down she fit it into the lock and turned. There was a click and she flipped open the lid. Rummaging around among the dildos, vibrators, silver bullets, jelly vibrators, anal butt plugs, fuzzy, velvet and steel handcuffs, silk scarves, lube, blindfolds, boxes of flavored condoms, porn, edible flavored body powders, edible underwear, sexy lingerie, massage oils, cans of body whip, freeze dried chocolate strawberries, erotic playing cards, nipple tassels, remote control clit vibrators, love eggs, vibro ring, cock rings, flavored body gel, candles, ostrich feathers and costumes to find just what she was looking for.
She pulled out a deflated plastic chair with a dark blue silk slip cover. She also extracted an 8 ½ inch dildo that had been molded to the exact look and size of Jonathan’s cock.
“If I can’t have him here then I can at least pretend he’s here.”
Jonathan had found the chair and dildo while on a trip to London, while they had been dating. He had sent it back to her with a letter explaining what he wanted her to do with it. She had, at first been hesitant to use the chair and dildo, feeling rather silly having to turn to a blow up plastic chair that allowed you to attach a dildo or vibrator. But with some encouragement from Jonathan she started to use it. Even using it to get comfortable with anal sex. By the time he got home she was ready to implement the chair in their sexual sessions.
She took out the automatic air pump, plugged it into the nozzle and the wall socket and turned it on. She got up and checked on her bath which was filled to the level she wanted it. Now all she had to do was relax and let the fantasy build in her mind.
She undressed and returned to the bathroom. Putting her foot into the water she tested the temperature. Finding it to her liking she stepped in and slowly lowered herself into the tub. She sighed in relief and tilted her head back, letting the warmth seep into her, relaxing her muscles and taking away her stress. Jonathan. She smiled, letting her fingers trail down to her breasts, cupping their weight in her hands. She closed her eyes and let herself imagine it was Jonathan’s hands cupping her breasts. Squeezing and massaging her aching mounds, her pussy clenched wanting to feel Jonathan’s cock thrust into her.
She rolled her nipples then plucked them. She moaned. In her mind Jonathan’s hands covered hers, guiding her actions as she pleased herself. She rolled the tightened buds. Heat spread through her body as her clit pulsed, aching for attention. She squeezed her thighs together.
His lips kissing the side of her neck, his cock pressing against her back. She wanted him inside of her so badly, fucking her, spilling his cum inside of her, crying out her name.
He would trail one hand down her abdomen, feathering her slick skin with light touches. If he had been with her, he would have spread her thighs, running his fingers through her slick folds, teasing her clit with light touches, rimming her aching channel with teasing touches, but not sinking into her wet heat. Her hips lifted off the marble bottom of the tub as she teased herself, picturing Jonathan teasing her. He would flick his fingers against her clit, then lightly run his finger over the aching bundle of nerves. She hissed as electricity ran through her, biting her bottom lip so hard she almost drew blood.
She could hear him chuckle, his voice a gravelly whisper against her skin.
“You want more don’t you baby?”
“You want more pressure?”
“Tell me what you want, tell me how to pet my pretty pussy. Come on baby, tell me what you want.”
“Jonathan please, more I need more.” She pleaded to the phantom of her husband.
“What do you need baby? Tell me, say it. I need to hear that sexy voice of yours.”
“I want you to touch me, pluck my clit, pinch it, massage it, pleeeaaasseee,” she pleaded.
“Okay baby, you sound so hot when you talk like that.”
Her hand did as she pleaded, her hips moved against her hand, rocking against it. She ached for release, needed to be pushed over the edge.
“Come on sweetheart, come for me. I love it when you come for me. Picture me, picture me doing these things to you. You can do it. Come for me.”
She rolled and pinched her nipple, pinching and massaging her clit until she was so close she could feel her orgasm building. She increased the pressure on her clit, massaging harder until finally her legs stiffened, her back arched and she cried out. Breathing hard, sweat slipping down her face, she licked her lips tasting the salt of her sweat. She opened her eyes and sighed. Jonathan, if only you were here.
* * *
Jonathan gritted his teeth, he wanted to take his cock out and jack off so badly. He was only a few miles from home and yet he was stuck in traffic. He prayed the pizza guy was stuck in the same traffic otherwise his plan was shot to hell. He palmed his erection, stroking himself through his sweat pants slowly.
Don’t worry baby, I’ll be there soon.
He continued to stroke himself, squeezing his shaft through the soft cotton material of his sweat pants. He remembered the last time they were in a car together, riding into work. She had slid her hand down his pants, massaging his engorged cock, then in a move that stunned him, unbuckled her seat belt, pulled down his pants and leaned over, enveloping the head of his cock in her mouth. He nearly shot his load right then and there. So different from the shy girl who, when they were about to have sex for the first time, blushed and could hardly look at his naked form. To get her acquainted with his body he had blindfolded her and put himself through torture. Encouraging her to trail her hands over his body, learning every inch of him, getting used to the feel of her hands on him.
He started to stroke himself faster as he remembered the wet heat of her mouth, the way her tongue teased, swirled and explored every inch of his shaft. He had resisted the urge to grab the back of her head and move it up and down on his aching length. Instead he allowed her to set the pace. She massaged his balls as she moved her mouth up and down. He had also resisted the urge to close his eyes and lean his head back on the head rest.
“That’s it baby, you know what I love,” He’d murmured.
When she had gotten back to his head she nibbled around the edges lightly, lapping pre-cum from the tip before sucking it back into her mouth. He wanted to pull over to the side of the road, get out of the car, lean her over the hood and fuck her until she couldn’t walk straight, but he had to be into work early to finish the last minute details of a presentation. He ran his hands through her hair. She hadn’t bothered to straighten it. Dark brown curls tickled his thighs and hand. He had gritted his teeth trying not to lose control. No one was on the road with them, luckily, no one would know. He lost it when she started to hum, his balls tightened and he came. His cum hitting the back of her throat, she swallowed every last drop. When he was done, she lapped up the last drops of his seed and raised her head licking her lips. She gave him a saucy smile. He parked the car and she slid out before he could say anything. He had managed to clean up and race after her to the elevator. They rode up in silence before the doors opened to her floor.
“Thanks for breakfast,” she said leaving him feeling incredible relaxed and watching her hips sway as she walked away.
Giving himself one last squeeze he stopped trying to relieve the ache. Only she would be doing that tonight, not his hand.
Drying off and massaging the jasmine scented lotion into her skin, she smiled. She shrugged into a silk robe and grabbed an extra towel. She was looking forward to using the chair. It had been awhile since she’d needed to use it. Padding into the master bedroom, she smiled to see the chair already inflated, her pussy flooded with moisture, trickling down her thigh as her eyes found the dildo. Walking over to it, she ran a hand over it. It not only looked real, it felt real too. Her fingers caressed the veins then trailed up to the head, running a finger lightly over the tip. Her only disappointment was that it wasn’t Jonathan cock. The only consolation was that after this week’s conference he would be off from work for a week.
Which, would mean no working late. He would be cooking dinner and he would get to oversee some remodeling that they were having done on the house. She picked up the dildo and walked over to the chair. She covered the chair with the silken slip cover, pushed the dildo into its slot on the chair and giggled. Leaning down she pulled the plug linking the chair with the pump and then sealing the nozzle. She pulled the plug out of the wall socket and put the pump away. Taking out the lube and some disinfectant she got ready for the next stage of her fantasy. Even though she was already wet, a little extra help never hurt. Slathering the fake cock with the lube. She paused in her motions as a memory surfaced of using the chair while he was away.
* * * * * *
“Jonathan I’m not sure about this,” Cassia said as she looked at the chair as she crouched down in front of it. She didn’t want to use it. It was no substitute for her boyfriend.
“Sweetheart, just give it a try. I promise you’ll like it,” his voice was low and husky, so hypnotic over the speaker of the phone.
“What do I do?” She asked. The chair was fully inflated, silken slipcover already on and the dildo already in it’s holder on the chair. She took a deep breath nervous. She had never done anything like this before. When he had sent her the chair she wasn’t sure what to do with it. But once he explained its purpose she became ill at ease with the thought of using it. But, now after inflating it, putting the dildo in and with his encouragement she was curious to see if the dildo would really feel like Jonathan inside of her.
It looked like his penis, it even felt real, which at first was scary, but now her curiosity was peeked. What would it be like to use the chair while on the phone with him? They had, had phone sex, she even used a vibrator or a dildo, but this time it was different. This time it was the chair. She nibbled her lip.
“Picture it’s me, picture it’s me waiting for you, my cock hard and ready for you. Picture the chair as my lap. I’m so hard for you. I need you so badly. It’s been a long day and you are the only person who can help me. You’re the only person I want to see, to be with.”
She heard a groan and swallowed a moan of her own. It wouldn’t be the first time he surprised her, waiting for her, naked and ready for sex and comfort. She swallowed.
“Touch the dildo as you would me. Stroke it as you would my cock,” he ordered softly.
She did as he asked. Her fingers trailed along the veined shaft. Letting her fingernails gently scrap the synthetic skin. She wrapped her hand around it, it felt slick from the lube and cool to touch. It wasn’t hot like flesh, but she would correct that. Slowly moving her palm up and down, she pictured herself giving Jonathan a hand job. She grinned. Remembering how much he liked her last hand job.
“Are you stroking it?” His voice had become huskier.
“Are you picturing me stroking the dildo, like I would you?” She wanted to hear him say that he was turned on by what she was doing, wishing it was her with him, stroking him.
“Yes, sweetheart. I wish my hand was yours, your eyes on me as you watched as you pushed me closer and closer to the edge. I love that look you get, so pleased with yourself that you can make me lose control. I love how confident you’ve become, how comfortable you are in your skin. You are so beautiful, so very beautiful. God, I wish you were with me. It’s torture not being able to watch you. I want to see you ride the chair like you would me.”
She clenched her thighs, turned on by his words. She started to stroke the shaft faster. Slick sounds filling the quiet room.
“Is it hot baby? Are you wet? Ready to ride the dildo for me?”
“Yes what baby?”
“I’m so wet for you. I need relief. I need you.”
“I’m right here sweetheart, getting off on the thought of you using the chair. I want to hear you ride that thing. Are you ready?”
She stood up and turned around, positioning herself over the dildo.
“Lower yourself slowly on it, savor the feeling of it. Think of it as me, just as I’m thinking of you.”
She did as he asked her too, lowering herself slowly. It felt almost real. She moaned aloud, her inner walls clamping down on the shaft.
“That’s it Cassia, ride it as you would me,” she heard him moan, she pictured him his hand moving up and down on his cock, his other hand massaging his balls. It was such an erotic picture. She started to ride the dildo harder. She reached down and rubbed her clit, while the other hand pinched her nipples. She was so lost in her fantasy, so lost in the feeling. They were in unison, as their climax came closer and closer.
“Come with me love, come for me.”
She cried out her ecstasy as she came, she could hear him calling out her name. She was breathing hard, leaning back in the chair, the dildo buried inside her. Tiny tremors still shook her as she came down. She could hear him breathing hard over the phone. She rose up on unsteady legs and managed to make her way toward the bed, her feminine honey sliding down her thigh. She collapsed on the bed, curled up turning toward the phone.
“That was great. I wish I were there holding you and kissing you right now.”
“I wish that too.”
“I love you, Cassia.”
“I love you too, Jonathan.”
“Goodnight, sexy man.”
He came home the next day. And a few weeks later proposed.
* * * * * *
She came back to herself, a bit embarrassed that she had been stroking the dildo while remember that time not too long ago. She wiped her hands on the nearby towel. She straightened up and smiled as she screwed the top back onto the tube. She put the lube away, dimmed the lights and shed her silk robe. In her mind it was Jonathan sitting in that chair. He had been waiting for her. She was about to walk over to the chair when the doorbell rang.
Shit, the pizza.
She quickly rushed over, grabbed her silken robe and change purse she rushed downstairs, putting the robe on as she made her way down to the first floor. She had managed to get the robe on and tied it closed when the doorbell rang out again. Composing herself she took a breath, hoping that the pizza delivery guy wouldn’t think she was coming on to him by answering the door in just her silk robe. She turned the locks and opened the door ready to take the pizza and pay for it.
* * *
Jonathan turned around and grinned. He’d made it just in time. The pizza delivery guy had just pulled up to the curb and was getting out of his car when Jonathan and pulled into the driveway. After paying for the pizza and giving the guy a huge $100 dollar tip to let him deliver the pizza, he’d trotted up to the door and rang the bell. When she opened the door in nothing but a silk robe his cock twitched and started to pulse, pleading to be let out its confinement. His eyes roved over the body, the silk robe barely covered. He could tell she had been in a hurry. The belt wasn’t even properly tied.
He was thankful he was seeing this sexy image and not the 18 year old pizza guy.
“Pizza for a sexy Mrs. Peters. Large pepperoni with sausage pizza. Thin crust as always. Omph.”
Jonathan rocked back on his heels when Cassia launched herself at him. Smelling of jasmine and vanilla and something minty. He wrapped his free arm around her while balancing the pizza on his other hand, praying he wouldn’t drop it. There would be no interruptions, if they had to stop and eat fine, but other than that, he would be keeping her in bed all night. His free hand trailed from her back to her bottom, lifting the hem of her robe to caress the silky soft skin of her ass. Giving her a quick swat, he tried to disentangle himself.
“Baby, I know you’re glad to see me, but we have to get into the house I don’t want the neighbors to get more of a show then they’re getting already,” He leaned down and kissed her lips lightly. She let go and stepped back frowning.
Instead of answering she grabbed his shirt and pulled him through the door. He laughed, once in the foyer he kicked the door shut, turned, locked it, turned back and found her still frowning.
“Turn around,” she ordered.
Shrugging he obliged her, pizza still in hand.
“Where’s the costume?”
“Pizza delivery guy costume.”
“Hon, I didn’t have time to get one. I would have been late if I did get one. I wanted to meet the pizza guy out front to deliver the pizza to you and surprise you.”
“Next time, come dressed.”
“Oh, I’ll come all right mphf,” she stopped his statement by covering his mouth.
“Do I have to gag you?”
He raised an eyebrow. A wicked look entered his eyes. He nipped her palm and then licked it soothing the sting. She pulled her hand away from his mouth and ran her hand over his sweat shirt.
“Yum, tastes like mint. Were you going to use that mint lube?”
She shrugged, “I took out the first tube I found. Now are you going to behave and let me eat first or do I have to gag you?”
He pouted, “But I’m hungry too,” his eyes dropped down to her silk covered mound.
“You’ll eat later, I’ll eat now. No, buts,” she said shaking a finger at him to stop his protests.
“Babe, I’ve been waiting all day for you, come on, just a little taste. A lick?” He pleaded.
Instead of answering she grabbed the pizza and walked toward the dining room table.
“I know, now come on lover boy. Watch me eat and tell me about the conference.”
Pouting he followed her to the dining room table. She disappeared into the kitchen, returning with two bottles of water. Sitting down she patted the seat next to her as she opened the cardboard box and took out a slice of the still hot pizza. She gave him a look that clearly said talk and bit into her slice.
He sighed, “It’s really boring. Just a bunch of seminars and lectures about team leadership, being a team player and all that crap. Basically they want to observe us like lab rats and see who can follow orders and who can’t. Who’s a team player and who isn’t. It’s boring really and just think I have a few more days of this, yippee,” he twirled a finger in the air and grabbed a slice of pizza.
“How was your day?”
“Boring, just a whole lot of filing and rescheduling. There’s not much work since you guys aren’t there. It’s just me a few other P.A.s and secretaries who get left behind.”
“Ah ha so you guys do miss us when we’re gone. So much for all the complaining,” he grinned.
“I missed you, but that’s about it. How’s Casey? Still giving you trouble.”
“Ug, no mentioning her, please. Bad enough Mitchell thinks I hate her, which I do, but she seems extra determined to get me in bed.”
Cassia shook her head, “Wedding rings mean nothing to her. Do I have to rubber stamp your ass? Property of Cassia, No Touching?”
“Kinky babe, but in order for her to see it, I’d have to pull down my pants. No way am I going to do that, not even if I get shot in the ass and she was the only one around who could get the bullet out. Why not just rubber stamp my forehead, but then that would ruin my ruggedly handsome visage. Damn, where else? My hand, may get washed off. Oh well, we’ll figure something out, preferably in bed?” He asked hopefully.
She rolled her eyes.
“You are so bad.”
“Yes, I am, that’s why I deserved to be fucked out of my mind. You know as punishment,” he dropped his eyes and tried to look humble.
“Not working. But don’t worry as soon as I’m done you’ll get what you want.”
“Good, now hurry up and finish eating,” she laughed. Picked up another piece of pizza much to his annoyance.
“Come on, tell me about what you’re having done to that guest bedroom.”
Jonathan sighed, he debated on whether or not to tell her. He’d wanted it to be a surprise. He was having the downstairs guest bedroom renovated to become a library to house her books. She had so many, most were in storage. Her birthday was only a few months away and the contractor had promised him that they would be done by then. He was so excited about it, he had designed it himself. He looked over at her and brushed a tendril of curly dark brown hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear.
“Nope, can’t ruin the surprise and you’re not allowed to peek while they are working. Got it, otherwise I’ll spank that sweet ass of yours.”
She looked like she was contemplating it. “Hmmm . . . finding out what you’re doing and getting spanked, not much of a punishment you know. You could like deprive me, by I don’t know denying me sex for like a week,” she looked over at him and laughed. His face was contorted into outrage.
“Why do I have to be punished with you, if you ruin the surprise? That’s not fair. How about no more Entenmann’s Creme Filled Chocolate Cake? That’s a better punishment, one that doesn’t involve punishing me,” he looked at her hopefully.
She thought about it and laughed. “Fine, no peeking or no cake. Got it. I’m done eating now.”
He grinned. “Good, let’s put this stuff away and then we can move on to the fun.”
He grabbed her hand, slammed the cardboard box shut, grabbed it and headed into the kitchen.
Master Bedroom . . .
Jonathan grinned as Cassia pushed him onto the bed. He sat up and spread his legs and pulled her between them, running his hands up and down her sides.
“I’m happy I’m home,” he said softly, gazing into her eyes.
“I’m happy your home too,” she leaned down, kissed him softly, pulled her head back and looked at him. He reached up and took the clip out of her hair, letting the silken brown strands brush his fingers. He pulled his head back to look at her, running his hands through the thick mass of waves and curls. He pushed her hair away from her face. He loved her so much, it always surprised him just how much he loved her. He never thought he would ever get married. He’d been satisfied with the revolving door of girlfriends and one night stands. Other than his mother and brother, she had become the only constant in his life. As his P.A. she spent a lot of time with him, she knew him better than anyone, almost better than friends that had known him since childhood.
One year they had been married. One year filled with ups and downs, arguments and make- ups. He brought her head down to his and kissed her, trying to convey all the love he had for her. She slipped her hands into his hair, bringing closer to her. The kiss that started out soft and sweet turned passionate, filled with need. His hands slid down her back to her bottom, pulling her forward. She reached down and untied the belt of her robe. He reached up and pulled the robe down off of her shoulders, kissing his way down her neck. He kissed his way across her collarbone.
“You look so beautiful,” he whispered, his breath caressing her skin. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
He spread the robe wide, she let her arms hang down, the silk sliding down her skin as it hit the floor. Cassia reveled in his attention. Her hands sliding through his hair. She watched him as he dusted kisses down the valley of her breasts, pausing to lick her aching nipples. It wasn’t enough.
“Please,” she pleaded with a breath sigh.
He took one nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. He sucked hard on the nipple before turning his attention to her other needy nub. He slid one hand down, between her thighs, sliding his fingers along the seam of her slit. Brushing over, but not giving enough attention to her clit. She moaned.
“Jonathan,” she pleaded. “Touch me, please.”
Delving between her folds and found her clit. He flicked the aching bundle of nerves causing her to moan. He paused to look up at her as he started to massage her clit, slowly at first and then faster. Using his thumb to continue her torment, he slid his fingers down further until he slid one finger inside of her sopping center as he continued to torment her aching flesh, giving her just enough pressure to please her but not enough to push her over the edge. She was biting her lip trying to reach her climax, but he wouldn’t let her. He pumped one finger inside her and then another, but not giving her relief.
Once he was inside her she would come but not before.
“Do you like what I’m doing to you?” He asked in a husky whisper.
He latched onto her nipple again, giving her more to feel, more to experience. She was so close and yet couldn’t reach relief.
“Jonathan, please. I need more,” she pleaded.
He pulled away from her breast.
He moved his attention to the other breast, while his other hand slid around to her bottom, caress her cheeks, before slipping a finger between the crease to tease her dark hole. It was too much she needed more. She needed him inside her, thrusting into her. Hard.
“I need you. No more foreplay, no more teasing. Just you!”
He chuckled, “As you wish.”
He stopped what he was doing, wrapped both arms around her waist and pulled her down, rolling them both until she was beneath him on the bed. She stared up at him, her body arching toward his, longing to feel his weight on hers. He slid off of her and started to undress. Tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it away, he didn’t notice it land on the inflatable chair, now forgotten. All he could see was her. He tugged off his shoes, socks and sweat pants.
She moved to the head of the bed and spread her legs wide, giving him an invitation to join her. He climbed back on the bed and crawled toward her. Once over her, balancing himself on his hands, he brushed his lips against hers. He positioned himself at her entrance, her hips tilted up to welcome him.
“Wrap your legs around me, love.”
She did as he requested, wrapping her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together, tilting her pelvis up. With one thrust he was inside her, the both moaned.
“I don’t need you to be gentle.”
Taking that as a cue, he pulled out and thrust into her harder and harder. She met every thrust with on of her own. Balancing on one hand he reached down and pressed down on her clit, thrusting into her harder and harder until he felt her inner walls quiver, tremors ran through her legs as they came apart, she arched her back and cried out, he swallowed her cries with a passionate kiss as he followed her, cum spurting deep into her womb, his own cries swallowed by her kiss. He collapsed and rolled off of her. Pulling her too him, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.
“Home,” he whispered.
“Home,” she responded.
They both drifted off to sleep, waking several times during the night to make love. In the morning he reluctantly returned to the conference and she returned to the office.
Jonathan slipped the key card into the door lock, relieved that his shadow wasn’t waiting for him. Casey was a pain the ass he didn’t want to deal with. He just wanted to get a few minutes extra sleep and then get to the next corporate lecture or whatever it was they had planned for him. He shrugged out of his jacked, pulled off his shoes and socks and started to undress. He had just gotten into the bedroom and dropped his pants when he saw her on the bed.
“Jesus! Casey, what the hell are you doing in my room? How did you get in here?”
Casey pouted her crimson red lips and circled a finger on the duvet cover.
“I waited and waited for you to come back to you hotel room. I thought perhaps I could help you with that problem you had earlier. I told the night manager I was a friend who needed to get into your room to get something.”
“What problem?” Jonathan made a mental note to have a word with the night manager.
“Why the problem you had in your pants,” she smiled at him, her eyes looking directly at his naked groin. He started to pull his pants on, hopping on one foot, not looking at her. His temper was on a thread that was fraying. He had just come back from being with Cassia and this annoyance had to ruin his good mood. Once his sweat pants were donned he looked up at her, she looked at him confused by him putting on clothes instead of coming to the bed.
“Casey, I doubt you could have helped me with the ‘problem in my pants’ as you put it. Only my wife can do that. I’m a happily married man, who has no desire whatsoever to take my turn on the office bicycle. Get dressed and get the hell out of my hotel room, before I throw you out as you are. I will not tolerate such disrespect or behavior from you ever again. You so much as look at me wrong and I will have your ass fired, I don’t care who you gave head to, to get this job.”
Casey looked stunned. Her face changed from shock to anger.
“Listen buddy, no one talks to me like that. I could have you fired,” she said as she got up, grabbing her robe and shrugging into it.
“Well, I’m talking to you like that and go ahead. Have me fired. You can try but you forget my father owns this company.”
“But I know some stock holders who would love in excuse to take their balls and go home,” She tied the robe shut and walked over to him, actually getting in his face.
He started to laugh. “Go ahead. Then what will you do when I bring up sexual harassment charges against you? I know I’m not the only one you’ve done this too. It would be pretty damn humiliating if those stockholders you so willing believe will take their money and go, had to deal with this. Imagine their discomfort when they find out that you have been with all of them. Don’t threaten me bitch, I guarantee you’ll get burned.”
Jonathan didn’t back down one bit. Casey on the other hand, looked like she was wavering.
“Fine, you win this round but this isn’t over. You and that stupid wife of yours will regret this. Don’t think I don’t know about how she talks about me behind my back. She’ll go down too.”
Jonathan had to reign in his temper to keep from hitting her.
“Threaten my wife again and we’ll see just who’s going down and not in a good way.”
“You’re threatening me.”
“You bet your ass, I am. I will not tolerate that kind of bullshit. My wife has more class in her pinky then you will ever have. The only reason she doesn’t say it to your face is because she doesn’t think you’d understand big words.”
Casey opened her mouth to retort, but nothing came out, confusion written all over her face. Instead of answering, she stomped her foot and let out a small shriek of frustration. She turned and made her way out of the bedroom. Jonathan followed just to make sure she really was leaving. She stood at the door looking at him up and down.
“Too bad you married such a shrew. I could have given you the ride of your life.”
With that she turned and left, closing the door behind her. Jonathan sighed, he’d switch rooms after he got some sleep. He shook his head at her last comment. Cassia was far from being a shrew and as for the ride of his life crap, being married to Cassia was the ride of his life and he was loving every second of it.
Six Months Later . . .
“It’s gorgeous!” Cassia exclaimed as her eyes took in the deep maple bookshelves along the walls.
High windows covered in forest green curtains were currently closed. The only light in the room came from the wall sconces currently turned to their brightest setting. The small crystal chandelier currently unlit. Plush, overstuffed leather furniture in chocolate browns and greens were dispersed around the room. A working fireplace had even been added, it’s faux green marble softly reflecting the fire currently blazing away.
All of her books that were in storage were up on the shelves although at least four bookcases were empty. A dark maple desk with a plush executive chair sat behind it in a corner of the room. A filing cabinet and shredder sat next to it. The surface was clean save for a lamp, a cup of pens and a slim black case.
“What’s that?” She walked over to investigate.
Jonathan grinned. Her old computer had needed to be replaced. Besides with the new laptop she could carry it to bed with her. He loved reading her all the sexy, steamy stories that she got from various e-publishing houses. He especially loved reading her the stories about interracial couples.
“It’s your new laptop silly. You’ve been wanting one and hinting at it for months. It’s very high tech. I made sure to get all the bells and whistles. Nothing but the best for you,” he shoved his hands in his pockets and watched her fingers caress the hard plastic case. He groaned inwardly.
That morning she’d woken him up with a hand job. They’d spent a few more hours in bed and finally got up eat brunch and show her, her new library. She giggled and he smiled. He loved doing things for her and to her. He chuckled at his thought and shook his head. He walked over and peeked over her shoulder as she opened her new computer. She turned her head and kissed him.
“Thank you,” she gazed at him loving not knowing what else to say.
“No, thank you, you are the best thing to happen to me. Well, you and since I started having sex. Okay, and doughnuts. Oh and football, how could I forget football. And soccer and basketball and let’s not forget hokey. Oh and porn, can’t forget porn. Erotica and um, what else oh yeah, mom’s pork chops, those are great. Mphf . . .”
She covered his mouth with her hand and laughed. She turned around to fully face him. Her expression turned serious. He stopped smiling and became worried.
“Um, since this is my library and you already have your entertainment room, should we turn the last guest room into a nursery?” She dropped her hand from his face and nibbled her bottom lip, waiting for him to respond. It took him a moment before he comprehended what she had just said.
“A baby! We’re going to have a baby!” He picked her up and hugged her tight and then placed her on the floor gently.
“Okay, you sit down. Um, we have to plan for so much. Shit I have to get a minivan, a baby car seat, stroller, bottles, diapers, formula, stuffed animals, a nanny because I know you’ll want to go back to work. Wait we have daycare at the office. I should check them out. Doctor, have you seen the doctor. Of course you have. Let’s see. Our moms will definitely be helping us. Names, we have to pick out a name. Wait we don’t know if it’s a boy or girl. We’ll pick unisex names. You know I always wanted to name a kid Bailey or Blaze.”
Cassia stood there holding back laughter, but failed. She clutched her stomach as she laughed.
“Baby? What’s wrong is it the baby? Oh, god we have to get you to a hospital,” he looked everywhere for the phone, but couldn’t find it.
She hiccuped. “I’m fine. You’re just too cute.”
She sat down in the chair behind the desk and tried to gain back some calm.
“Let’s just calm down, take a breath and savor the moment okay. We’re pregnant. We’ll worry about everything else tomorrow, okay?”
He took a breath and smiled. They were going to have a baby. Life had just got a whole lot better.
Wait but what if I have a little girl. He paused. Gotta invest in a shot gun, a private investigation firm and a taser. He grinned. He held out his hand and she took it, he pulled her up and then pulled her to him. He took her his arms, giving her a big hug.
“Hey baby, does this mean no more office quickies? Ow.”
She punched his arm. “You are such a perv and no that doesn’t mean no more office quickies, we’ll have to have less of them okay?”
They went over to the couch, she curled up against him and they just savored being with each other and the news they were going to have a baby.
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