Under My Boss’ Table

There was a knock on the door.

“Come in! Oh, damn it.” I remembered that I had locked myself in and went to open it.

“Is everything fine?” Edward asked from the door. He studied my face as if trying to figure out what was going through my mind. “And so, our project has been waiting for you.”

“I came back soon.” I replied sparingly, trying not to express a single emotion. I clearly understood that I didn’t want Edward to know what I had just been told.

Suddenly he moved me a little and entered. He closed the door behind him. I silently watched his actions. Then he pulled me by the waist towards him and sank into my neck.

“I missed you.” He said, covering me with light, weightless kisses that would have otherwise given me goose bumps and hardened nipples. But not now, I felt his caresses from afar. “How was your vacation? What did you do? You didn’t reply to my messages.”All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“I went to Lithuania.”

“Please!” Edward looked into my eyes with interest. “I didn’t know you were going abroad.”

“There are many things you don’t know about me.” I replied, and it was true. Despite the time we used to spend together, we didn’t talk about each other. I didn’t know what Edward’s favorite color was, what movies he liked to watch, how he felt about Trump, and other little things that made up a person’s personality. Edward didn’t know the same about me. We knew each other precisely from the position of coworkers and lovers, we knew what strengths and weaknesses we had in our careers and what parts of the body could respond to touch. And that’s why we didn’t love each other…

“I love you.” Edward said unexpectedly in the most casual tone. I looked at him with incomprehension, as if he was suddenly telling me that he was enrolling in a ballet studio. “And I want to correct what you mentioned. I want to know more about you.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I narrowed my eyes. If Edward had said those words to me back then, in Saint Petersburg, then I would have been in seventh heaven! And I would answer him in return! But many things had changed.

“I know what I’m talking about.” He assured me, advancing towards me. Unintentionally, I started to take a step back and finally buried myself in my desk. “From a girl who sucked my cock under the table, you became something else for me. How about you come to dinner with me?”

His hand touched my thigh. He slid under my top, hot and rough. He unbuttoned my bra.

“You have such beautiful breasts.” He whispered hotly in my ear, then lifted the top to reveal my hardened nipples. I gave up. Whatever was going through my head, my body always responded to Edward. I could think as much as I wanted that he was a prime idiot, that he treated me rudely, but my vagina was invariably wet from his gaze, from his voice.

Edward bit my nipple lightly with his teeth, pulling it towards him. He hiked up my skirt. With his hand he lifted my leg and wrapped it around his waist. He saw that I was back in stockings.

He chuckled and stopped stroking me. I gasped in protest. Edward, still looking at me with eyes dark as night, swept my papers off the table in one motion. He arranged me on the table.

“Let’s see how you are with the stretch.” He said. He first pressed his thumb against my clit, then pushed the panties aside. A thought crossed my mind that most of the time I was having sex with him in my panties, because often I didn’t have the patience to undress to the end.

Quickly unbuttoning his pants, he revealed his member so dear to me, which, of course, was already standing.

“Someone missed me.” I noted, admiring his organ.

“Look at me.” Edward ordered, and I obeyed. He gripped my ankles tightly and spread my legs to the sides. My vagina appeared before him in all its splendor and I blushed. Edward smirked. He touched my lips with his head, but he wasn’t in a rush to get inside. He led it from one place to another. Everything inside me was already burning and yearning for penetration.

“Edward!” I exclaimed, and in my voice, to my shame, there was a plea.

“Are you asking for it?” He looked at me questioningly. A storm raged in his eyes, it was clear that it was difficult for him to control himself.

“Yes please!!!” I stammered and felt my fluid flow through the anus.

Edward came in very forcefully and abruptly, and I gasped. He slowly pulled it out and then flew towards me again. He made it faster, sharper, rougher with every move, and I enjoyed it. I have missed this for a long time.

“Mine! Only mine.” My boss growled, taking possession of me over and over again. My shoe slipped off my foot and fell to the ground with a thud. I no longer understood anything and I gave myself completely to my feelings, which came out like an avalanche, destroyed my barriers again…

Again a storm of sensations, another ecstasy, and then a resounding silence and complete relaxation… My legs went limp and I hugged Edward, who laid his head on my shoulder. We stayed in this position for about five minutes. I wanted to be silent and not think about anything.

Edward sighed and pulled away.

“I need to work. When you get in order, come.” He smiled warmly at me, dressed, and left. I immediately jumped off the table and closed so that no one would disturb me.