At some point, the warm hand roaming across her body slid downward. The kiss last longer than she had expected; especially from someone battling lung cancer.
But she barely had time to think further before she felt fingers probing her already slick entrance.
She gasped, momentarily startled.
"No panties? Naughty," Mike murmured against her lips, smirking. He hadn't expected the cold, strict editor-in-chief to be this bold and cheeky.
If everyone knew she had this side of her... He couldn't help but chuckled. They'd find it hard to belief. But then, she was a sexy woman after all, with that sensual aura that never failed to draw gazes and boners.
"It was wet…" Claire mumbled, her face flushed. Still, she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned in, her voice dropping into a breathy purr while she batted her eyelashes slowly. "I thought you'd like that."
"I do," Mike replied without hesitation, his fingers sliding along her soaked folds. He felt the heat radiating from her as he explored the smooth, shaved skin of her pussy.
Without much searching, his finger found the entrance to her flower hole and pushed in.
"Fuck…" Claire cussed under her breath, her body jolting as pleasure surged through her.
She had admired those thick fingers ever since she laid her eyes on him. She had fantasized about them inside her, fucking her pussy senseless, and now they were finally in!
A soft cry escaped her lips as she arched her back, throwing her head backward as pleasure course through her. The towel had slipped away, and her wet hair clung to her skin, the same way her juices now soaked his lap. Her breasts heaved under his shirt, rising and falling with her gasp, nipples taut, body trembling under his touch, begging for more.
Even the purest soul would've faltered at the sight of her now: legs spread, shirt bunched around her waist, her pussy glistening with juice. It was a sight to behold.
Mike's finger kept moving, grazing her walls.
Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.
The wet sounds echoed in the room, blending with her raspy moans.
"Ah! Ah! Faster!" she cried, eyebrows knitting together, her body damp with sweat and desire.
He was hitting her G-spot.
Obeying her plea, his fingers thrust deeper and faster. The sound of her arousal grew louder, matched only by the sweet cries escaping her throat.
"I'm… I'm cumming!" she gasped, her whole body seizing in release. She would've slipped off his lap if he hadn't held her tighter. Her legs quivered, but his fingers didn't stop.
"Ah—Ah—" The aftershocks rolled through her in waves. She collapsed against him, breathless.
Then she felt him pull his fingers from her. Under her dazed gaze, he brought them to his mouth and licked, savoring her love juice as if it were some sort of delicacy.
The sight of it made Claire's eyes darkened with lust. She leaned in, her lips capturing his, and her tongue tangled with his in a hungry kiss.
Mike chuckled, returning the kiss with the same intensity. Inwardly, he felt that the cancer was really a bitch, or he'd have kissed her senseless and breathless.
What a pity.
"That was good," Claire whispered, voice thick with admiration.
"My cock would feel better," Mike murmured, planting a kiss on her swollen lips.
Claire smirked. "Then let's see."
She slid off his lap, her juices still dripping down her thigh and then knelt before him. She undid his pants in one swift motion and tugged them down.
A thick cock sprang free, standing tall and curved like a proud shoulder, aimed right at her like it was demanding her attention.
Her eyes lit up.
She wrapped her hand around it, feeling its warmth and thickness. Slowly, she leaned in and took a deep breath – the scent was musky, just like she had expected! She loves this scent!
Her hand began to move in a slow stroke, teasing the tip with her thumb. Then her tongue flicked out, licking the sides in long, slow swipes.
"You loved teasing alot, don't you?" Mike said, voice hoarse, hand mindlessly brushing her hair.
"Don't worry," Claire winked, her tongue circling the foreskin as she held his gaze. "It's only fair I make you feel good."
Then she licked his slit.
"Fuck," he hissed.
"You like that?" Claire giggled, her eyes locked on his face. Without hesitation, she took him into her mouth, whole, warm lips stretching around his girth.
Mike groaned, eyes fluttering shut. Her mouth wrapped around his cock like it was made for it. She sucked him up and down, tongue swirling around the base.
"Faster, Claire," he growled, gripping her hair and guiding her rhythm.
She responded eagerly, her lips sliding from tip to root, mouth filled with his delicious precum. She swallowed. Her tongue dipped to his balls, and he cursed, teetering on the edge.
Unable to hold it in any longer, he pulled her up abruptly, swept the dishes further to the end of the table, and placed her on top. Her legs opened instinctively.
Her soaked pussy glistened under the light, inviting him to invade her lustrous cave.
With no hesitation, he drove his cock inside her.
"Ahhhh…" Claire moaned, her head falling back. Thank goodness she was already so wet.
At first, his strokes were slow. But soon, he picked up pace, pulling almost completely out before slamming back in, making the table shudder beneath them.
She gritted her teeth as he fucked her with brutal rhythm. She could only take it, because she loved every second of it. She loved being fuck like this. Hard and fast. She LOVED IT.
"You like that, don't you?" Mike whispered in her ear. His tone was gentle but his fierce thrusts weren't.
His hips slammed into hers, cock plunging deep with every stroke, shaking her to the core.
"Arghhh—ahh—ahhhh!" she moaned, nails digging into his shoulders. He was relentless, cock driving in, pulling out, then ramming side to side, owning her completely.
"Yes—no—there! Ahhh!" Claire cried, back arching. Her body convulsed as she came around him, trembling uncontrollably.
But Mike didn't stop.
If anything, he moved faster.
All she could do was hold on – and scream, and accept his pounding with pleasure.