Lost then Found Page 6

  “Aidan!” I moaned, and to my horror, he stopped, and pulled away, his lips obscenely red, smeared shiny by my juices.

  “You have to be quiet, or,” he ducked down, pressing a lingering kiss to my aching clit, “Or I’ll stop.”

  “Don’t you dare stop!”

  This time, when he buried his face in my pussy, he didn’t touch my clit. Instead, he started licking at my lips, little kitten licks at first, slowly teasing me open with his tongue…and then the licks got more forceful until it felt like he was fucking me with his tongue.

  “A…Aidan!” I cried out, my voice stuttering as I struggled to breath through the pleasure.

  Without any warning, he grabbed a cushion and shoved it over my mouth, stifling my cries. God, it was relief, to know that I didn’t have to try and keep quiet any more. I moaned, wrapping my arms around the cushion, pressing my open mouth into the cloth.

  His tongue was inside me, and then I felt one of his clever fingers, slipping inside me. It was too much, I could myself getting closer and closer, I was going to come any second.

  Aidan lifted his head, and I nearly started crying in frustration.

  “Can I make you cum like this?”

  He was working his finger in and out of me, teasing me. Was he going to fuck me? It had been so long, and I wanted to feel him, I wanted his cock. I sobbed, shaking my head underneath the cushion.

  “I do believe I can,” he said, and I could just imagine the devious, little smile that would be playing on Aidan’s teasing lips. His finger pushed back into me, curling slightly, his wrist brushing my clit. It was too much, I’d been on edge for too long. I screamed into the cushion, my back arching off the couch as I orgasmed around Aidan’s finger, my whole body shuddering in ecstasy.

  My muscles were still shaking, as Aidan pulled the cushion from my face, leaning up to kiss me. I was too out of breath, too stunned from the strength of my orgasm, that I could do nothing but pant into his mouth as he kissed me.

  He pulled back, grunting out something rough and obscene that I could only half hear, as I felt the heat and weight of his cock through his pants, pressing against my thigh.

  I was empty and yearning and the heavy bulk of his body between my legs, his muscles and his strength. I clutched at his bicep through the cloth of his jacket, feeling the coiled strength of him.

  I’d only just cum, but I wanted more.

  Instead he pulled away, sitting up abruptly.

  “What are you doing?! Where are you going?”

  I sat up, turning on the couch as I brought my legs together. My clit throbbed, needy and desperate for more. I wasn’t going to beg though.

  “I wouldn’t,” Aidan’s voice was low and hoarse, “I wouldn’t be able to control myself. I want to hear you scream when I fuck you.”

  He stood up, adjusting himself. He wasn’t even undressed!

  I could see the outline of his large cock as it bulged in his pants. Apart from that he looked completely unaffected. I’d seen him sitting in on meetings where he looked more ruffled.

  There he was in his ridiculously expensive clothes, while I was lying there, my panties torn, my skirt around my waist and my blouse undone.

  “Anyway,” he continued, “Do you deserve my cock if you’re not mine?”

  Just then, I knew I’d declare myself his, if it’d just get back on the couch and fuck me. But, no, he was right. Sex on the couch was much too risky - I’d couldn’t stand the thought that we might have woken Jack, or that he might come and investigate the noises I’d been making. With a guilty start, I pulled my skirt back into place.

  “Come to my office first thing tomorrow morning,” he said, his eyes on the swell of my tits, still hidden away in my bra. As he spoke I could see that his lips were still wet, smeared with my juices. I liked knowing that even if I hadn’t rumpled his clothes, he was still about to leave, altered by our encounter. I like that I’d marked him a little bit too. That, as he walked away, he was going to lick his lips, and taste me there.

  “Ok,” I said, nodding. I was suddenly exhausted. It had been such a long day. There was a time when it would have been the most natural thing in the world for Aidan to spend the night here, sleeping in my bed with me and making love in the morning before work.

  But, that time was past and I was glad that he didn’t look like he planned to stay any longer.

  With one last, lingering look, and not a single word of goodbye, he left. I was still sitting on the couch when I heard the front door close.

  I got up, pulling my blouse closed, and went to lock the front door.

  Later that night, as I lay in bed, my pussy tingling as I thought about Aidan and the memory of his touch. The way that it was so easy for him to take mastery of my body, that he just knew how to touch me to make my whole body sing.

  10

  Aidan

  I finished the last dregs of my espresso, scowling as I realized it was cold.

  I guessed it had been a few hours since my assistant put it down on my desk. There was a lot of work for me to do and my work day had started early. I pushed the small cup and saucer away from me, glancing at the clock as I did. The office workers would be starting soon…And that meant that Erica would be here soon.

  I sat back in the soft leather of my chair, my mind no longer on the mountain of emails that I needed to respond to.

  My office in New York was exactly the same as the one in London, and the one in Paris and the one in Askovia. I liked to keep my work space simple, so that it wasn’t a distraction to me, no matter where I was. But now that I was thinking about Erica, I knew I wasn’t going to get any more work done.

  Erica had looked so good for me last night - spread out in front of me, like the most delicious and delectable treat.

  God, she tasted just as sweet as she used to, I could lick at her sweetness forever.

  And those little moans that she let out, unable to hold back because I was too much for her.

  My cock was already hardening, just from that memory of her on my tongue. I’d felt her pussy spasm around my finger as she came for me. It had taken so much to hold back, to not fuck her over the couch right then.

  I’d done it before. Over the years, I’d remembered the first night we went back to her place and I’d taken her on the couch. I’d replayed that evening, again and again, until now it felt more like a fantasy than something I’d actually done. I was eager to repeat it.

  But, last night, Jack was down the corridor, and I didn’t like the idea that we might wake him. It wasn’t like Erica had a nanny to make sure that he didn’t wake up, come looking for his Mom and walk in on us. I was going to have to change that. I made a mental note to get my assistant to start interviewing nannies.

  Last night, I’d had to leave, it was the only way to hold myself back from taking her there and then…But only because I knew I was going to have her soon - as soon as possible. I knew she was going to come into my office as soon as she arrived for work…And I didn’t intend to hold myself back, not now that we would finally have some privacy.

  There was a light knock on my door and I smiled in anticipation. The only person who would disturb me like that was Erica.

  I stood up, there was no hiding the bulge in my tightly tailored Savile Row pants. That was what thinking about her did to me. Opening the door, I surprised her. She was standing there, her fist raised to knock on the door again.

  “Oh, I…Hi,” she said, clearly flustered, her cheeks turning red in embarrassed confusion. “You, uh, you wanted me…I mean, this morning?”

  “Indeed,” I said slowly, standing aside to let her in. “Come in.”

  As she walked past me, my eyes were drawn down the curves of her body, coming to rest on her ass. With each step it jiggled a little. I couldn’t look away. Watching her move was hypnotic.

  She turned sharply, catching me looking at her.

  “How was Jack this morning?” I drawled, distracting her. I didn’t want her to know
how attractive I thought she was.

  It felt strange, walking up in my penthouse earlier that morning, going through the usual morning routine, but knowing that I was in the same city as Erica and Jack - my fiancee and my son, and yet we weren’t all together. It felt wrong to me.

  I wanted the two of them to move in with me. I was going to make that happen.

  “He’s fine…I dropped him off at daycare this morning and he started telling all his friends that he has a Dad now.”

  I smiled, a rush of pride filling me in a way that I didn’t even know I was capable of. When was the last time that I’d been proud of something that wasn’t work related? I put my heart and soul into IBA, day and night, it was practically all that I thought about. Now though, there was a warm glowing feeling in my chest. Was this what it was to be a proud father?

  “Good.”

  She gave a half-hearted shrug, her face going through a weird series of expressions. I knew that she must be used to having Jack all to herself but, now I was aware that Jack existed I was determined to be in his life.

  I did have other things to discuss this morning though. I had big plans for today. This was going to be a day that the two of us marked on our calendars and remembered for the rest of our lives.

  I almost didn’t want to tell her, so that it could be a complete surprise later.

  But knowing my Erica, she would want to have a say.

  My assistant had written out a card with all the information Erica needed. I hadn’t wanted the two of them to just email each other, not when I could use this an excuse to call her into my office.

  I went to fetch the card from my desk, but Erica didn’t move out of my way.

  Without even meaning to, I was suddenly right next to her, close enough to kiss her.

  “What are you…” she stammered, looking up at me with wide innocent eyes, “What are you doing?”

  My sweet, adorable Erica. My little firecracker, so confident and certain of herself. Sure, she might be stammering now, but she was also standing her ground, not moving back as I moved into her personal space.

  I wanted so much from Erica. I was going to savor every second of our married life…

  But first…

  Most important, was staking my claim on Erica’s body. It had been too long.

  I had made her cum last night, with my fingers and my tongue. I loved how her body responded to me. This morning…this morning was about starting to make up for the years that we’d been forced apart.

  I wanted her to feel my cock inside her.

  “I meant what I said last night, Erica.”

  “You said a lot of things last night.”

  “Yeah, I guess I did.”

  Her eyes flicked down to my lips and I knew that she wanted me to kiss her, that she was imagining what my lips felt like on hers, on her body, on her pussy.

  I had been starving for that taste, for years, living off memories of what her sweet juices tasted like. Last night had been my first taste in a long time, and now I wanted to feast.

  She swallowed, her throat bobbing, like she could see the overwhelming force of my desire.

  I put a hand on her waist and pulled her close to me, pressing her into me so that I could feel her tits against my chest. The only thing in the way was our clothes and I was about to do something about that.

  I kissed her, pressing my mouth to hers insistently.

  She let out a little gasp of surprise, opening her lips and letting me take control, dominating the kiss.

  She always yielded so beautifully.

  I was holding her up now, her knees weakening as she became overwhelmed. I pulled back to see her face. Her eyes were closed and she kept them closed as she tilted her head up, following after me, hoping for another kiss.

  Who was I to deny her?

  I kissed her again, my hands roving over her body. She was wearing far too many clothes. Her jacket was splayed open, showing the silk blouse she was wearing underneath. I peeled back her jacket, pushing it off her shoulders so that it caught on her arms.

  She pulled back, the pupils of her eyes were blown wide - I knew that she wanted me.

  “You want to do this here?!” she asked, in a surprised tone.

  “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

  I don’t know why she sounded so surprised. The first time we fucked was across this very desk. And now I wanted to do it again. I wanted it just like the first time I’d had her — staking my claim on her flesh.

  “Yeah, late at night, when the office was empty!” she retorted, her jacket still half on and half off.

  “So?”

  I could see the indecision on her face. It stung, that she had forgotten how much she loved my cock, how desperate she used to be for it. Just last night she had been underneath me, crying out for more.

  I knew how to convince her. Cupping her cheek in the palm of my hand, her mouth fell open, ready for me. The tip of my thumb dipped inside those sinful lips, the tip of her tongue pushing against my thumb pad. I marveled again at how responsive she was for me, her body so eager for me.

  I moved my thumb, smearing her saliva over her lips and then kissed her again. Deep and slow. The kind of kiss that I knew wiped all other thoughts from her head. She moaned, soft and needy, into my mouth.

  There was a thunk as her jacket hit the floor behind her. She had shrugged it off, offering herself up to me.

  Now my hands were free to roam over her silken blouse. I’d much rather be feeling the softness of her skin! I carried on kissing her, my mouth moving from her mouth down to her neck, leaving a trail of gentle caresses and soft bites, never quite getting enough of her. She leaned her head back, giving me better access — she’d always loved it when I played with her neck.

  I’d learned to play her body like a musical instrument, the nuance of what a kiss here, or a lick there, did to her. I’d studied her every reaction, taking my time with her, slowly learning so that I could give her more pleasure than her body could handle.

  I knew, by the way that she came apart for me, that no man had ever done that for her before me. What fools her exes must have been, not to have realized how much Erica deserved to be cherished!

  I took a step back, leaving her half-sitting on the edge of my desk, leaning forward with her eyes closed and her head still titled to the side, desperate for me to continue.

  “Strip,” I said calmly, as I began to loosen my tie.

  Erica hopped off the desk and started unbuttoning her shirt, her fingers fumbling slightly and she tried to undo each individual button as quickly as possible.

  “Slowly,” I commanded. Her fingers slowed and, as she realized how much I was enjoying watching her, a look of pure lust came over her face.

  One button popped open, revealing a creamy expanse of skin.

  Another button undone: revealing the top of her bra, and the mesmerizing line of her cleavage.

  Another button down, her shirt fell open, showing off all of her bra and a tantalizing strip of skin under her bra. I knew it wasn’t long before I was going to lose control, but, in the meantime, I wanted to savor this as much as possible. Savor the way that she lapped up my attention, savor the way that stripped just for me, my own private show.

  Her shirt fell to floor and I was treated to the always amazing sight of her incredible body. Her tits heaving as she breathe quickened, her bra struggling to contain them. I reached for my belt buckle.

  “Wait!” Erica yelped, reaching one hand toward my belt, her eyes fixed on my crotch. “I want…”, her voice trailed off as she stepped forward, dropping to her knees in front of me.

  My little Erica. She was always so eager. So desperate for more. I moved my hands away from my belt and watched as she quickly undid my pants and let them fall to the floor. Her eyes widened as she slowly slid her hand over the material covering my cock. Her hands just grazing the surface, treating it like it was some prized piece of art in a museum. She hooked fingers into the waistband of my
boxer-briefs and slowly slid them down. Exposing first a thick, neatly trimmed patch of dark hair, then the base of my cock.

  She leaned forward as she continued to pull down my underwear, exposing inch after inch of my thick cock until, finally, it sprang free, slapping her on the cheek as it began to bob up and down in front of her.

  Erica stared at it before slowly reaching out with both hands and, giving its thick length a couple of slow pumps, brought her mouth to the tip.

  Lightning shot through my body as I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair. I had almost forgotten how incredible her mouth felt, how eager she became when she was on her knees in front of me, but I wanted more…

  I reached under her arms and lifted to her feet in one swift motion, hearing her groan in frustration as my cock was pulled from her mouth.

  I pushed her back against the desk as our mouths smashed together. There was no holding back now, she was going to be mine again.

  My hands ran down the soft curves of her body, both remembering and discovering at the same time until they reached her hips, I grabbed her firmly and spun her around, bending her over the large oak desk. Pulling her skirt up over her hips, I was treated to one of my favorite views, the perfect peachy roundness of Erica’s ass.

  “Come on!” Erica begged.

  I pulled her panties to the side, too eager to even remove them properly and finally, heaven was revealed to me. She was already so wet for me, her body responding to me the same way I was to her. Not wasting another second, I placed the tip of my cock against her opening. We moaned in unison as I slowly pushed the swollen, aching head into her body. Watching her body take me in, my cock fitting perfectly inside her, only reinforced how much we were meant to be together.

  Overcome with passion, leaving one hand on her hip, I grabbed Erica’s shoulder, and in one swift motion drove my thick length into her body, slamming her against the desk. Finally, sheathed completely in her tight warmth, I lost control, pulling out and pounding back into her with a punishing rhythm, enjoying every stroke, the feeling of our bodies slapping together, watching her body jiggle in all the right places as I slammed into her welcoming pussy harder and harder.