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his fingers along the outer rim of my sex, and
teased my clit with his thumb. I arched my back to get closer, I
needed more. He then dipped one, and then two fingers into my moist
opening, and I gasped at the feeling of this intimacy. It had been
so long since contact with a man and I knew I wouldn’t last
long.
    Finding that all too sweet spot just
inside me, he began to move his fingers, and the sensations were
mind blowing. I began to tingle, and ache; his hands were taking me
where I wanted to go.
    He continued the delicious torture,
kissed my neck ever so lightly, and I felt myself shudder. My
release was getting ready to sweep over me like a rain over the
ocean. He thrust his fingers into me harder, and pressed his thumb
roughly over my clit. My orgasm flooded me; I was at its
mercy.
    “Oh my god!” I cried out.
    Grant threw his mouth over mine to
stifle my cries of pleasure, and when I came down from the peak he
withdrew his fingers. I watched as he lifted them to his mouth and
took a taste of me.
    “Fuck you taste good.”
    He tugged my skirt down, straightened
my top and looked into my eyes. “There, now you owe me
one.”
    Grant opened the door and was gone. I
was in shock, I just let a guy I barely knew; finger me into an
orgasm at work!
    What was I thinking; my reckless
behavior was appalling even to me. I rushed back to my desk and sat
down. I looked around for someone to call me out on my affairs, but
no one came around. I noticed a note on my desk:
    Miss Mills
    Thank you for helping me
out today, please take the rest of the day off.
    E. Brewster

    Thank god, I needed to get out of there
and fast.

    Ten

    I felt his presence yet again in my
room, his eyes drilling holes through me, even in the pitch black
of night. My breathing became more labored as the anticipation
mounted, and erotic thoughts again raced through my
mind.
    I could see only his sillouette but
could tell he was amazing, and he was there to visit me. He never
said a word at first; he just stood there taking in the sight that
was my naked body, splayed out on the bed for him.
    I felt a brush of air, and when he
moved to the side of my bed the bed dipped with the weight of his
glorious body. I was nervous.
    His hard body loomed over mine, and he
took my mouth with a blazing kiss, that made me wet, more so than
I’d been before. Reaching down he trailed his tender lips to my
puckered nipple, it tightened more so with the contact.
    The sensations of him pulling and
tugging on my swollen areola had my heart ready to beat from my
chest, and he kept up the relentless torture. He knew which buttons
to push, making my insides boil like water on a hot summer
sidewalk.
    He moved his hands down my torso, and I
could feel a tingle everywhere he touched. It was like he branded
me with his own personal form of ecstasy. I felt as if I had hot
wax poured all over me, it burned and singed me to the core.
Pleasure and pain were overtaking my senses.
    I laid still, letting him work the
sexual magic on my sensitive skin, every nerve ending was about to
incinerate. He dipped his fingers in my soaking sex.
    “Ready for me?” he sensually
whispered.
    I was so ready; I wanted him worse than I
ever had. He held the key to my release and my body was aware of
it.
    Grabbing my legs he moved them apart to
make way for his large toned body. My chest hurt from the pounding
my heart was making.
    He leaned down, and so very slow pushed
his fully hard cock inside of me. The skin to skin contact was
blowing my mind, and I felt his heat radiate through my entire
body. I was on the verge of exploding and he hadn’t begun to
move.
    I felt his cock slide deeper in my
passage, and it came to a stop, he was buried to the hilt, and I
felt every warm throbbing inch.
    I felt my body clamp down around him,
and he let out a moan of pleasure.
    I affected him as much as
he did me?
    He began to move in and out of me,
scraping my already sensitive flesh, and I met him stroke for
stroke,