Illicit Affairs by Holly Dixon

Twenty

Here at the firm,it was strictly forbidden to fraternise with the staff, especially for Nate in his position of power. She knew it, he knew it, everyone knew it. Indeed, if their illicit engagement was discovered, not only would it limit her employment prospects with leading firms, but it could destroy Nate’s legal career and his status in the professional community. Not to mention, it would invite a sexual harassment lawsuit against the firm. However, the undaunted Icarus defied the rules of gravity in his seduction of the sun.

Nate took another step towards her, watching her chest heave up and down erotically in the bra that he’d soon remove. His fingers swept around her middle just above her suspender belt as he leaned in to inhale more of that intoxicating perfume, his heavy breath hot against her neck like a bull about to breed. The warmth of her tender flesh was cruelly tantalising on the pads of his fingers which grazed the peak of her hip before he abruptly removed his touch and smiled at her whine and furrowing brow.

“Can you be discreet?” he asked in all seriousness, removing the tie from her mouth and letting it drape around her neck. “There’s more at stake here than you think. Can I trust you?”

“Yes,” she answered automatically, the question seeming absurd since their predicament also affected her. “This won’t get out.” Ava couldn’t deny her desires, but she couldn’t stand the thought of her father disowning her for giving in to them either.

“Good girl,” he sighed softly, the term of endearment making Ava laugh and making Nate raise his eyebrow.

“I am anything but a good girl, Nate.”

“Fine, how about…kitten?” he teased, pulling her close until she was stood between his legs with her palms resting against his chest.

“Don’t call me kitten unless you expect to get a little scratched,” she purred like a feline, kissing his grinning mouth as her fingernails ran up the front of his throat before flicking down his lower lip. A gasp left her as Nate ensnared her finger into his hot, wet mouth, closing his eyelids in a moment of escape as he sucked the bitter taste from her digit and then released her.

He couldn’t help but smile down at her, his two forefingers sneaking under her bra straps and simultaneously cajoling the luxurious material from her smooth shoulders, his fingers then returning to outline the margins of where the straps had rested. However, his delicate touch abruptly shifted as he aggressively yanked the cups of her bra down and exposed her two fleshy mounds which his large hands engulfed.

Ava gasped against his burning hands but was silenced as his mouth came crashing down against her own. It was in the heat of a kiss, such as this, that passion transcended the words of the greatest poets and writers alike. Her fingers were clumsy as they unbuttoned his shirt, nails eagerly grazing down over the stepping stones of abdominal muscle before grasping the buckle on his belt and tugging him forward, pulling his ass off the ledge.

Nate was frenzied, done with the foreplay antics as he gave in to his lust and kissed this woman back like she deserved. His hands slapped against her peach as he grabbed it, kneaded it, and then picked her up, spinning in a one-eighty to sit her on his desk, his mouth never leaving hers while her persistent fingers removed his belt.

He moved as quick as her, breaking the kiss to toss off his shirt as she whipped his belt through his pants loops and lassoed it around his neck to draw him close and latch on to his lips once again.

Ava wrestled with his zipper until she yanked it open. Her hand eagerly cupped his package and she revelled not only in the way he pulled back from her lips to groan but his impressive girth twitching against her palm also.

With her legs wrapped around his waist, she reclined as Nate coaxed her to lie back, her hot flesh sizzling against the cold wood of the desk as she sprawled out over it and the paperwork.

Nate stood over her, peering down at the black and red lines shadowing across the front of her perfect body as a crimson glow seeped in through the blinds in flashes of light from the adjacent skyscrapers.

She was the personification of a rose, beautiful in every sense of the word, velvety skin, fragile like petals but sharp as thorns, delicate in scent and floral in taste.

Her mouth hung open as she moaned upon Nate’s lips worshipping her chest, her fingers clenching around his dark tendrils and eliciting grunts from his mouth. She hadn’t felt anything like it, the power of attraction, the intensity of raw desire, her thighs quaking just from the way his teeth abused her rosebuds.

Nate was losing his damn mind, drowning in the sensual noises coming from the lips that he’d never get enough of. His tongue rolled her sensitive little teat this way and that before trailing a path of wet kisses down her stomach, his nails biting into her plump cheeks as his teeth nipped at her cashmere flesh.

It had been months since Nate had last had sex, hell, it had been months since he so much as kissed another. Being with Ava was like having been in prison and put on a staple diet only to find his freedom at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

She peered down at the dark mass of hair between her legs, her heart nearly flatlining at the seductive and somewhat dangerous look in Nate’s eyes as his teeth pulled upon the dainty waistband of her panties, his eyebrow raised before his teeth released it, snapping them back in place and sending a jolt of energy straight to her core.

Ava squirmed on the desk with her back arching, his mouth like nothing she had experienced before, so curious and adamant that it was kissing every inch of her. She couldn’t tear her eyes away as the roughness of his stubble made her thighs sing, wanting nothing more than for him to paint her inner thigh with purple kisses. His hand moved in the opposite direction as he carefully peeled the flimsy black lace down over her hips and shimmied them up her legs and off.

Any woman that Nate had undressed usually blushed and hid away but Ava was different; she seemed to flourish like a flower coming in bloom. He wanted to take his time with her, he really did, but seeing her sprawled out like that and smelling her sweet musk made him lose his sanity. His nostrils flared like an angry bull, his eyes eating her up before he tugged her hips to him and feasted upon the dewdrops quivering upon her wet petals.

Ava had to slap her palm over her mouth to stop her from screaming out as his hot mouth latched over her sex and smothered the flames. He had her eyes rolling back in her head, back arching high as his tongue wrecked her.

Nate was like stone in his pants, her sweet glaze making a mess of him as he slurped against her, his hot flesh grinding down against her bundle of nerves as his fingers spread her apart craving more. He never knew that sin could taste so sweet, but then again, that was before he had met Ava.

Suddenly, the phone on his desk began ringing causing Ava to jump upright in panic. Nate lifted his head for a brief second as their eyes connected.

“No,” he growled, his strong arms wrapping around the tops of her thighs and tugging her back down to his face again, forcing her to submit as he sucked roughly on her intimate lips.

Fuck work, fuck social politics, fuck morals,was all Nate could think as his tongue whipped through her silken lips.

She was drowning in a sea of euphoria, her back flopping on the desk again as she fisted sheets of paper next to her and sang a symphony of praises for Nate’s ears. Her nails clawed at his shoulders before managing to pry his attention off her dripping mess long enough to plead how much she needed him.

“You want me, sweetheart?” He smirked, wiping his glistening mouth against her inner thigh and standing. He leaned over her as he nudged his work slacks down, however, his tease only backfired as the wily Ms. Archer chewed on her thumbnail innocently, her long lashes batting as she nodded her head. He had seen a lot of porn, particularly in these last few lonely months, but seeing Ava sprawled naked on his desk, biting at her thumb and feigning innocence like a coy schoolgirl, shattered his chances of finding any corner of the internet that would satiate his primal urges.

Nate dropped his boxers to his ankles, the centrepiece of his thick and sinuous manhood pointing upward in a perfectly lazy arc against his stomach. He revelled in the way Ava’s eyes widened upon seeing him in his true form, seeing the dark veins popping from his shaft with readiness across his smooth skin like a flexed muscle.

He didn’t waste any more time, positioning himself between her legs and rubbing his violet crown up and down her wet slit, tickling her swollen button with each stroke and earning a series of mewls from her tasty mouth. Hot breaths left him as he felt the warmth of her most sensitive part on his own. She was so hot and wet, so aroused and ready, that he felt a surge of accomplishment knowing he had this effect on a woman of her calibre.

“Look at me,” he said with a gasped breath, needing to see the expression on her face when their bodies became as one.

Forests met oceans as their lustful gaze found each other before finally, the well-lubed head of his sex pushed past her swollen lips and into the abyss. His thickness stretched her tight opening as he parted her petals, his chest heaving as he resisted the urge to buck his hips into her, and instead exercised restraint, gliding into her slowly and savouring the sensation of her clamping down and pushing against him.

“Na…Nate…” Ava released his name in a high-pitched whine as she felt him tease her first by sliding his hardened length in and out, playfully spanking her bud with its heaviness and then repeating, pushing her towards delirium. “More,” she demanded, tightening her legs around him and keeping him prisoner.

He answered her by rolling his hips into her at a steady pace, each stroke going deeper than the last in a rhythmic series of passes quickening to a crescendo. She could grip his hips with her legs all she wanted but he was in control, listening to her body and answering its demands as he varied the pace and depth with each of her moans and squeals.

However, the pressure was building in his balls, especially as he felt what could have been the start of her orgasm as her walls seemed to spasm and grip his cock. He was falling down the rabbit hole fast so he tossed her leg over his shoulder and hugged her thigh, pulling her tight little entrance closer to him as he filled her to the hilt. He desperately needed to quell his unsaturated hunger in his loins, painfully wanting Ava like nothing he had ever wanted in his life before.

In a moment of undiluted lust, Nate dropped her leg, grabbed the tie around her throat, and yanked her up against his chest where he kissed her longingly, a wet and messy kiss that was all tongues and exchanging of sensual breath. He was all logic and cool detachment until her lips were against his. She stirred something in him and overtook all sense. The rest of the world became an unimportant blur that was banished into the far recesses of his dark mind.

With a surge of endorphins, they clashed together in the ultimate of finales, shockwaves of pleasure exploding between their loins as they shared the high in harmony.

Slowly, all the grunts and groans, the profanities cursed in God’s name, the slapping of tangled limbs, now dispersed into silence as mini aftershocks rippled throughout their clenched bodies. Only the beating of two hearts and mixed breath could be heard as the illicit lovers held each other tightly, reluctant to let go of this moment, scared to let go of the illusion.