[ Satisfied that the door was secure, Bela pushes into the kiss with enthusiasm and a hum. A hand slides up to grasp the back of his head, the other resting at the small of his back. His lips are just as warm and inviting as before, and she doesn't hesitate in pressing herself tight against his body. ]
[ The kiss is met with equal fervor, his own hands gripping more firmly at her sides, drawing her in until they're pressed flush. He'd looked into the room just enough to spot her desk not too far from the door, and he starts leading her towards it, never breaking the kiss even as her thighs come into contact with the edge of the desk. ]
[ She makes a soft sound when his hold tightens, making sure to keep a hold on him as he backs her towards the desk, not breaking the kiss either. It isn't long until the hand on his back is slipping beneath the fabric of his shirt, eager to touch warm skin. Bela lightly drag her nails up along his spine, as far as she could reach without needing to remove his shirt completely. ]
[ James lets out a shuddered hum, back arching at the touch. His hand slip down Bela's sides, curling over her thighs, then further pushing her back against the desk, coaxing her to sit on it and get her legs around him. ]
[ Bela soon realises what he was trying to get her to do as she hops on the desk, slipping her legs around his waist. She hums her encouragement, dragging her nails down his back again before she takes a break for air, keeping her mouth close to his. ]
[ He's more than happy to give her a break, instead latching his lips to her jaw, then mouthing his way down her neck. His hands drag up her thighs, giving them an occasional squeeze as he works his way up to her waist.
When he gets there, his fingers quickly slip underneath her shirt, and he guides is up her torso so he can get it off of her. ]
[ He manages to pull a few appreciative noises from her with his actions, encouraging her. Not that Bela needed much more encouragement, but it was nice to get attention like this.
Lifting her arms, she makes it easier for him to remove her shirt, not really caring where it lands. She’s wearing a strapless bra underneath.
Once her shirt is off, Bela reaches for the bottom of his own shirt and tugs it upwards. ]
[ He pauses just so she can get his own shirt off too, eager to get the undressing part out of the way. He's not exactly here to take his sweet time.
Underneath the shirt, he's got a torso marked in a number of scars, some bigger than others, all of them healed. Well, aside from the odd bruise or bite mark. His hands move up her back, finding the hook of her bra and undoing it, lips latched over her collarbone. ]
[ Dropping her gaze, she looks over his chest and stomach, noticing the scars. Bela would be curious to learn the stories behind them, but it really wasn't her focus right about now.
She hums as he kisses her collarbone, her hands wandering along his body until one of them reach his pants button, quickly undoing it before she pulls down the zipper. Bela might need some help to tug the pants over his hips, but he'll probably realise that soon. ]
[ He's all for helping her out there, and he certainly wastes no time getting to it. His hands go to the waist of her jeans, tugging them down while he coaxes her to lean her weight on her hands, so she can lift her hips just enough to let him get her pants off.
His are easier to deal with, and besides, it's not like he even needs to get them off completely, so he'll leave that to her, while he instead leans in to mouth along her neck again, hand slipping past the fabric of her panties. ]
[ Her jeans end up somewhere on the ground, but it's not like Bela cares so much. They were getting in the way. As for his own pants, she pulls them down far enough over hips, realising that she didn't need his help.
Although he does distract her momentarily when his hand moves downwards, causing Bela to let out a soft moan of want. Her hands move to grab at squeeze at his ass, feeling him through his underwear. ]
[ His fingers curl into her, pushing past her folds and sinking into the wet heat of her cunt. He's groaning while she gropes him, hips rocking encouragingly, two of his fingers pushing into her all too eagerly now that things are moving along more quickly. ]
Mmm, yes- [ She pushes hard against his fingers with another moan, wanting him to touch her before anything else happens. Bela continues to shamelessly grope him, kneading his ass hard with her hands.
But it isn't long until she is leaning forward, her lips hovering by his ear as she whispers urgently: ]
[ That noise she makes leaves him all the more impatient, his fingers quickening their pace, cock already fully hard in his underwear. A deep, hungry groan leaves him when she whispers into his ear, and he turns his head so he can all but bite a kiss onto her lips, his free hand tugging his boxer briefs down to free his erection. ]
When you ask so nicely, [ He breathes, smug smirk on his face, and pulls his fingers out just to replace them with the head of his cock. She's slick and it doesn't take much to push into her, keeping her panties tugged to the side just enough to give him the access he needs. ] Ah, shit—
[ Just feeling the tip is enough to pull a low moan from Bela, eager to have more of him. To take whatever he could give to her. ]
Fuck, yes-
[ When he's finally inside of her, she tightens her grip around his waist and rocks her hips slightly to encourage him. One hand moves upwards to settle at his shoulders, making sure to have a firm hold to brace herself. The other hand remains exactly where it was, holding onto his ass. ]
[ With that much encouragement, he hardly has reason to go slow. He moans when she shifts her hips so eagerly, and the hand on his ass only serves to egg him on, his hips rocking in a couple of testing thrusts, quickly falling into a pace as he fucks her against the table. ]
[ The table creaks with each thrust, but she knows it can withstand almost anything. She clings onto him tightly as he fucks her, breathy moans falling from her lips at the same time; the moans are intermingled with soft curses. The hand at his shoulders moves until she's dragging her fingernails down his back, pressing into the skin. ]
[ James can go pretty rough, but so long as the table's somewhat sturdy, he doubts they'd break it. Neither of them have superhuman strength, after all. Nevertheless, the sound of the table creaking only serves to spur him on, low groans leaving him as he pounds into her, gripping tight at her waist and thigh, yanking her closer to him so it's all the easier to bury himself deep with each increasingly harder thrust. His back arches in response to the nails dragging across his back, the treatment rewarder with sharper snaps of his hips, cock filling her to the last inch. ]
[ The words are gasped out before she moans again, her legs tightening their hold around him. She doesn't protest when James pulls her closer and fucks her deeper, feeling a shiver running down her spine and a steady but strong pressure building up inside. ]
- Like that- [ Bela growls before leaning in to press her lips against his throat, nipping and sucking on the skin to raise a mark, pulling back slightly to admire her work. Then she dives in again, nipping on another patch of skin. ]
[ The press of her lips is firm, insistent in the way she sucks at skin. He's just pale enough that he knows it won't take much to raise a mark, and he certainly has no reason to mind it. If anything, it fuels his pleasure, spurs him into snapping his hips harder, pace faster and more erratic as he starts to chase after his climax, each thrust coming with a sharper groan from him. He's not going to last much longer, but then again, he doubts she will either. ]
...God - [ It comes out on a whimper as Bela nears her release, trying her best to keep up with his pace and holding onto him at the same time. But inevitably, it becomes too much for her to hold back any longer, finally being tipped over the edge as her orgasm hits Bela hard. She lets out a strangled moan, moving her head away from him as she fully lets go, loosening her hold a little.
Bela is breathing hard now, body thrumming with pleasure and warmth. ]
[ That's just fine by James, who is about as close to coming as she is. When she tips over the edge, he feels her clench around him all the tighter, and his pace picks up into the last thrusts, fast, hard and erratic, rocking her body onto the table as he chases after his own climax. He comes with a strained groan, whole body tensing from head to toe for the few seconds it takes him to ride that wave, let it wash over him until he starts climbing down from his high. ]
Well, fuck, [ He mutters breathlessly, a hazy grin stretching on his lips. ]
[ Bela groans when she feels him coming inside of her, still on a high of her own. It's been a while since she's been fucked that hard, and she thinks she should probably ask for it more often. ]
Well, fuck indeed. [ She echoes with a soft laugh, moving her hands until they're resting on the table, smiling at him afterwards. ] That was great.
[ She can definitely call him, whenever she needs to scratch that particular itch. ]
I aim to please.
[ He shoots her a smug grin, shifting so he can pull his cock out of her. They're both a mess but that only seems to please him further, especially knowing the state he's left her in. ]
Tell you what, give me a call if you ever want a reprise.
I'll wrap this up here. Would love to do more in the near future :)
[ To his grin, she gives him a wide smile. Bela isn't in any particular hurry to move just yet, but she feels good. Definitely the highlight of her day. ]
You know, I think I will give you a call sometime. Maybe we can meet somewhere other than my back office.
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When he gets there, his fingers quickly slip underneath her shirt, and he guides is up her torso so he can get it off of her. ]
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Lifting her arms, she makes it easier for him to remove her shirt, not really caring where it lands. She’s wearing a strapless bra underneath.
Once her shirt is off, Bela reaches for the bottom of his own shirt and tugs it upwards. ]
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Underneath the shirt, he's got a torso marked in a number of scars, some bigger than others, all of them healed. Well, aside from the odd bruise or bite mark. His hands move up her back, finding the hook of her bra and undoing it, lips latched over her collarbone. ]
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She hums as he kisses her collarbone, her hands wandering along his body until one of them reach his pants button, quickly undoing it before she pulls down the zipper. Bela might need some help to tug the pants over his hips, but he'll probably realise that soon. ]
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His are easier to deal with, and besides, it's not like he even needs to get them off completely, so he'll leave that to her, while he instead leans in to mouth along her neck again, hand slipping past the fabric of her panties. ]
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Although he does distract her momentarily when his hand moves downwards, causing Bela to let out a soft moan of want. Her hands move to grab at squeeze at his ass, feeling him through his underwear. ]
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But it isn't long until she is leaning forward, her lips hovering by his ear as she whispers urgently: ]
Fuck me. Please.
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When you ask so nicely, [ He breathes, smug smirk on his face, and pulls his fingers out just to replace them with the head of his cock. She's slick and it doesn't take much to push into her, keeping her panties tugged to the side just enough to give him the access he needs. ] Ah, shit—
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Fuck, yes-
[ When he's finally inside of her, she tightens her grip around his waist and rocks her hips slightly to encourage him. One hand moves upwards to settle at his shoulders, making sure to have a firm hold to brace herself. The other hand remains exactly where it was, holding onto his ass. ]
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[ The words are gasped out before she moans again, her legs tightening their hold around him. She doesn't protest when James pulls her closer and fucks her deeper, feeling a shiver running down her spine and a steady but strong pressure building up inside. ]
- Like that- [ Bela growls before leaning in to press her lips against his throat, nipping and sucking on the skin to raise a mark, pulling back slightly to admire her work. Then she dives in again, nipping on another patch of skin. ]
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Bela is breathing hard now, body thrumming with pleasure and warmth. ]
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Well, fuck, [ He mutters breathlessly, a hazy grin stretching on his lips. ]
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Well, fuck indeed. [ She echoes with a soft laugh, moving her hands until they're resting on the table, smiling at him afterwards. ] That was great.
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I aim to please.
[ He shoots her a smug grin, shifting so he can pull his cock out of her. They're both a mess but that only seems to please him further, especially knowing the state he's left her in. ]
Tell you what, give me a call if you ever want a reprise.
I'll wrap this up here. Would love to do more in the near future :)
You know, I think I will give you a call sometime. Maybe we can meet somewhere other than my back office.
[ She smiles again. ]