Floor Time by Liz Crowe Read Free Book Online

around his waist to allow for more contact, and groaned at the extreme sensation of his body inside hers. He began to move against her, in and out, deliciously slow. His breath picked up and he grabbed her ass again, pulling her tighter to his body. He made a low sound deep in his throat.
     
    She turned her head to the right, caught their reflection in the glass door of the kitchen. His tall body, still mostly dressed attached to hers, one hand on the wall, her leg wrapped around his waist as her body matched him thrust for thrust. She closed her eyes, but the image burned there like a brand.
     
    "Shit woman, you are gonna make me come like a teenager," he muttered above her head, his neck pressed into her face. She tried to get the picture of him on his bus ads out of her head -- tan, handsome, grinning at the world -- holy shit but he could make her feel like this ?
     
    "Fuck me harder -- oh my God, Jack!" she reached around to grasp his ass and shove him back inside. Her standing leg spasmed, as her pussy clutched at him, in a seemingly continuous wave of pleasure. The pressure his pubic bone put on her clit as he moved his amazing thickness in and out, making that deep sound in his throat, the feel of her ass against the wall, the sheer thrill of doing it right there in the pitch black hallway of her office, raced through her. She let it take her, realizing her mistake too late -- the mistake of letting Jack into her body and into her life.
     
    Sweat beaded up on his face. It was slick under her fingers as she reached up to pull his mouth to hers. She wanted to smell him, taste him while she came -- needed to feel him closer, wanted him to see what he did to her. She grabbed his hair in her attempt to get him ever closer as her entire body flushed with blood with the onrush of serious orgasmic bliss. She had a sudden need to make him lose control --  needed to wipe that fucking grin off his face once as he gave a final thrust and groaned. Thrilled when that cocky grin was replaced with a look she recognized as one she'd been wearing earlier. His lips covered hers at the last moment, blinding her with the full sensation of his whole self, inside, covering her, marking her as his.
     
    He shuddered as he thrust deep and released. Her body pulsed, grabbed and held him deeper. He continued to move against her as her clit stayed swollen and sensitized. She put her hands on his shoulders, still encased in that dress shirt, observed that his tie was still on, and sighed.
     
    "OK, wow, um, I don't usually act like this," she said quietly as she admired the hardness of his shoulders under her hands.
     
    "Yeah, well, you just needed somebody to show you how fun this can be." His voice stayed low as he withdrew and leaned down to kiss her neck, near her ear.
     
    "So now is the embarrassing part, right?" Sara had no confidence in her knees whatsoever as she gripped the wall and willed her body calm.
     
    "What? Hell, no, I'm not embarrassed. I feel great." He pulled off the condom, tucked himself back inside his pants, zipped them up then ducked into the kitchenette. He came back carrying some paper towels.
     
    She took the stack from him and turned away. She was used to handling the clean-up part post-sex in private, but what the hell, the New Sara could wipe up in front of the guy who made her wet. Jack smoothed his shirt and rolled down his sleeves. He glanced around and grabbed her shorts from where she had flung them about two feet down the hall and handed them to her.
     
    "Let's go get something to eat -- I'm starved." He grinned as she shook her head, clearing the cobwebs placed there by the very fact of what she had done, in that hall with the guy who never even came out of his tie or his thousand-dollar shoes. She also felt great, truthfully, but somehow that seemed wrong.
     
    The turn of a key startled them both.
     
    "Shit, shit, shit." Sara zipped up her shorts and cast about for her sandals.
     
    "Um, babe,