“You’re so tight, Bella. It’s so fucking good.”
“I’m so full… I can feel every inch of you.” She arched her back, exposing her lovely neck, pressing her round tits upwards.
I leaned forward, sucking her nipple. Her pussy contracted hard, and little stars burst behind my eyes, forcing a groan from me and my instincts kicked in. I withdrew and pressed back in, determined to take my time.
“Yes. Oh yes, Blake,” she said when I pushed in again. Her hips rocked, and I moved with her, letting her set the pace. Her face contorted into frustration. “Blake… more…”
“What do you need, Bella?”
Her head rolled side to side, as she groaned. “More… faster…”
I’d never been with a virgin before. The few girlfriends I had before Joanna, had had at least one other sexual experience before me. Joanna had a boyfriend in high school and one before me in college. So being with Bella was a new experience. It was fascinating to watch as she discovered what she enjoyed and sought the words to tell me what she needed.
I picked up the pace, thrusting faster with more force, trying to rein in my need to pound away to my own orgasm.
“Ohhhhhh.” She panted, and her pussy squeezed my dick in tighter and longer contractions.
I groaned as tension in my balls coiled tighter and tighter. I was going to come at any moment.
“Come on my dick, Bella… I want to watch you come.”
“Oh God, Blake.” Her entire body was writhing as I moved in and out of her. Knowing I didn’t have much time, I pressed my thumb to her clit.
She screamed out my name and her entire body contracted, arching off my desk as her pussy clamped down on my cock so hard, it was a wonder it didn’t bite it off.
“Oh fuck, Bella…” Those stars I saw earlier became supernovas as my orgasm slammed into me like a nuclear blast. I plunged in and ground against her pussy as the first shock wave radiated through me. Then I did it again, and again. When I thought I might be done, her pussy contracted hard, and all of a sudden I was coming for a second time.
I didn’t know how long it was, but finally, completely spent, I withdrew. I wasn’t sure how my legs were still holding me up because my entire body felt like a wet noodle. Not wanting to chance anything, I took off the filled condom, tied it off, and threw it into the trash.
I ran my hands up her thighs. “You okay?”
Her eyes were closed, but a very satisfied smile grew on her lips. “Oh yeah.”
I laughed. There was something compelling about Bella’s innocence. Not her sexual innocence, although I’d be a liar if I said that wasn’t exciting. But the way she let her feelings show. She’d been truly baffled by my response to seeing her with Dylan. And right now, she didn’t have any hesitation or guard up, even though she knew I wasn’t a man worth pinning her hopes and dreams on.
It was that thought that took the wind out of my sails. I’d just had sex on the desk in my office. The office I’d built with Joanna. The office I had sex with Joanna in.
Again, guilt and self-loathing filled my gut. But this time, I fought it. I loved my wife, but she was gone. I was committed to fulfilling the dream she and I had for this company, but that didn’t mean I had to live my life as a hermit, did it?
Bella sat up, and she must have seen the tug-of-war playing in my mind. Her eyes, a minute ago filled with happiness and hazy with sex, were now sad.
She pulled up the top of her dress, slipping her arms inside the sleeves. She hopped off the edge of my desk, put her skirt back in place, and then picked up her panties up off the floor.
I pulled my pants up and then reached for her. “Bella.”
She put her hands on my chest, but not the way she had before when she wanted to touch me. This time it felt like she was pushing me away. “I know. This was a mistake—”
“No.” I put my finger under her chin and lifted her gaze to mine. I blew out a breath. “I won’t deny that I’m struggling or that this was another moment when my libido got away from me.”
Her brows pulled together and she looked at me as I tried to explain myself. If only I knew what I wanted to say. All I knew was that I didn’t want her to think that what just happened was bad. Or that I regretted it. Because I didn’t. I knew it shouldn’t happen again, but God help me, I wanted it to.
At my “but” she started to pull back and I let her.