Smack.
“I wasn’t wearing any panties.”
“Why was that?”
Smack.
“I wanted you to fuck me in your office.”
“Did you get what you wanted?”
Smack.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Am I fucking you like you need to be fucked?”
Smack.
“Yes, Sir.”
She cries out, and I know her orgasm is peaking.
“Are you coming for me—like a good girl?”
Smack.
“Yes. Sir. I. Am. Oh fuck. I’m coming.”
Her walls grip me so hard I think I’m going to be stuck like that for a while. We both come amidst loud moans, excessive cussing, toe-curling, and heavy breathing. We fall on the bed, bodies drenched in so much sweat our hair sticks to each other. Even the comforter is wet. After I catch my breath, I go start the shower. I return to the room and find her getting dressed.
“Where are you going?” I ask, confused by her sudden action.
“Home.”
“Why?” I further question.
“I don’t know. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if this is just a casual sex thing, you know, with no commitment.”
I sit on the bed and pull her to me, my forehead pressed against her belly, making sure I have her attention.
“I want more than casual. You intrigue me, and I need to know more.”
She smiles when I grab her by the hand, and we go take a long, hot, relaxing shower. With all the tension out of the way, maybe we can both catch some sleep.