Thursday, November 13, 2008

Mary A. Pope/Choices

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Natalie’s body gave an uncontrollable shiver. He was too close. His breath on her skin brought back hot memories of their bodies being tangled into one. She must harden her resolve, she thought as she felt her nipples pucker even tighter. Her own body was betraying what she’d convinced herself in her mind she needed to do. Two against one and there are only two people in the room. The odds were stacked against her.
She stood and turned to face Sam. She rested her hip on the corner of the desk. The chair she had been sitting in acted as a barrier between the two.
Sam nudged the chair to one side with his hip. Tactical error, Natalie’s mind screamed. You are now trapped.
With her note pad defensively held to her chest she watched in slow motion as Sam’s hand reached for her. It settled at the base of her neck where he used its location to pull her towards him. He gently brushed his lips across hers.
“Natalie.” He sighed. “Do you know how much I’ve missed you? I have been going insane not being able to talk to you, to hear your voice. To know you and the girls were safe.”
She closed her eyes. She didn’t want Sam to see the truth in them. She’d missed him too. More then she wanted to admit, even to herself.
Natalie felt the pad being lifted away from her chest. She was powerless to stop it. She was lost in the sensation of his lips on hers.
Slowly Sam plucked at the buttons on her blouse. As the fabric fell open his free hand cupped her breast. Natalie moaned into his mouth. She didn’t think her nipples could be any tighter but they turned to sensitive little stones. He was bringing every nerve in them to life.
She found herself pushing his shirt over his head. She needed to feel his skin against hers. Her body trembled with a need she’d never felt before. Sam unhooked her bra, freeing her entire breast to his touch. Natalie was brought to the brink as he suckled the right one, then the left. Tentatively she reached for the front of his jeans. She felt his need for her, his shaft as hard as steel as it strained in the confines of his pants.
One by one she tugged each of the buttons through the holes, slowly freeing him. She watched as Sam kicked the puddle of jeans at his feet away. He looked up from the breast he’d been devouring with attention and smiled wickedly.
“You have on way too many clothes.”
He took his time as he removed her pants and thong. He caressed the smooth surface of her skin between her thighs as he pulled the waist band of her jeans down to her feet.
Natalie was lost in the onslaught of sensations pummeling her body. Sam pulled her hips to the edge of his desk and rubbed his manhood against the slick seam of her opening. She moaned with pleasure at what was happening and what was going to happen. She felt him ease into her. Her body enveloped him, gripping him as he pressed forward. She leaned back on her elbows, allowing him to bury himself to the hilt.
He stopped moving, his shaft deep within the innermost confines of her body. He reveled in the sensations as her body squeezed and gripped his. When he could no longer stand it he slowly withdrew himself to the tip. He heard her suck in a breath. She hissed like a steam pipe as he slowly pushed back into her body.
His slow purposeful strokes were building within her. She wrapped her legs around him, lifting her hips even closer. He was marching in her to a slow drum beat only they could feel and hear. He fondled the pebbles of her breast, causing her to cry out. A slow tremor was built in her. She reached, trying to find something to grip on the hard surface of his desk. Her nails dug and clawed to find something to anchor herself with but it was too late. Her body shattered and gave way as the orgasm rocked through her. She was lost in a sea of glittering lights and pure pleasure of a release she didn’t know she was capable of.
Sam stilled deep inside her as she felt him release his seed deep within her body. He moved again, stroking her, building her up to the edge where, if he sent her off, she feared she might not ever be able to come back, but he took her there anyway.
Sam laid his spent body across hers, pulling her close. Natalie felt as if she was on a cloud slowly drifting back to earth. She had yet to regain the ability to open her eyes, let alone speak. As her breathing began to slow down and her palpitating heartbeat was returning to normal rhythm she could, once again, feel other sensations. One of which was not pleasure. Something was digging into her back.
“Sam,” she whispered “there’s something under my back” She felt cold and empty when he pulled himself from the warm confines of her body. Slowly Sam lifted her body to a sitting position.
She heard Sam snort and opened here eyes to the reality of exactly where they were. A deep crimson color flooded her face. She had just made love on his desk. The object causing her such great pain was the very pen she’d been using earlier to take notes. Notes for her job, the picnic for his corporation. Feeling every ounce of her nakedness she tried to push Sam to one side to retrieve her clothes. Once she was on her feet his arms surrounded her like two steel bands, unyielding and unbreakable.

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