My husband appears in pain as he grips the armrests of his chair so tightly I hear them groan. I could see the wariness in Warren’s eyes when he admitted that it was by his design that my family ended up here. That I was always going to be his one way or another.
I think he believes that might scare me or make me mad. It has done the opposite. Call me crazy, but his confession made me feel powerful. Neither of us has been good with our communication. Then again, it’s not as though we have gotten much of a chance to really speak on these things.
“Did you think I didn’t want you?” I move my hand back and forth, stroking the hard outline of his cock through his slacks.
“They wanted you to marry my brother.” Warren’s eyes bore into me. “I would have killed them before I ever allowed that to happen.” His expression might scare most, but if what Warren is telling me is true, I’ll never fear him, at least not for myself.
“I have never wanted anyone but you, Warren. It used to break my heart when I thought you didn’t see me.”
“I’ve always seen you, little mouse. In fact, I think you’re all I see.” My fingers go for his belt, wanting to show him how badly I do want him. Warren doesn’t stop me as I undo it and then the button on his slacks. He lifts slightly for me so I can reach in, my fingers wrapping around his cock to free him.
“Oh shit.” I gasp when it springs free between us. “That’s big.”
“Tova.” Warren grinds out my name through clenched teeth.
“What? It will split me in half!” I exclaim way too loudly. A bark of laughter comes from Warren. It sounds almost painful. His cock jerks in my hand.
“It will fit.”
“Math wasn’t my strong subject, Warren, but I’m not sure you’re right,” I tease.
“I won’t hurt you.” I’m pretty sure that’s inevitable with me being a virgin, but I keep that thought to myself. I get the sense if I tell him that, he might never punch that card for me. That he will continue to try to protect me even from himself.
“It’s soft.” I didn’t expect it to feel both soft and incredibly hard at the same time. I lick my bottom lip as I slowly stroke his cock; a bead of cum forms on the head of it that is angry and red, begging for attention. Last night he’d made me come twice, and then I’d passed out on him.
“It’s never soft when you’re around.”
“Really?” I smirk. Warren is telling me facts, and he doesn’t have a clue that it’s stroking my ego and spurring me on. It makes more of the shyness I have around sex slip away.
“I didn’t masturbate before you came along.” I stare at my husband, wondering if I’d heard him wrong.
“You don’t masturbate?”
“I do now.”
“But what did you do when you got all turned on?” I wiggle closer to him as I keep stroking him so that his cock is nearly pressed against my panties. His shirt that I’m wearing has bunched up around my waist. A low pulse sparks to life between my thighs.
“I didn’t.” His words shock the crap out of me.
“You didn’t?” I stop stroking him. Warren audibly swallows. How do I have this powerful man who spent the eve of our wedding beating the crap out of someone in the palm of my hand?
“I dream of you. Vivid dreams of me eating your pussy, fucking you.” My stomach tightens. “That was the first time I masturbated. What about you, little mouse? Do you touch yourself?” I nod. “Tell me.” He wraps his hand around mine, squeezing tighter on his cock. With his other hand, he pulls my panties to the side, his eyes going to my sex. He moves his hand over mine to show me how to make him feel good. “Tell me,” he orders with more force this time. My nipples tighten. When he barks orders, it can piss me off; it can also really turn me on.
“I read dirty books.”
“Ones about sucking your boss off under the desk.” Do I hear a hint of jealousy?
“When I started to read them, the men would be faceless. I didn’t have anyone in mind, but then you came along, and suddenly they had a face. All of them are you.”
“You pictured sucking my cock under my desk?” I nod. I fantasized about him in all kinds of ways. “Then you touched yourself to those thoughts?” I nod again. “Don’t get shy on me now. I want to watch you touch yourself.”
“It’s supposed to be about me touching you right now.” I start to wiggle backward, but Warren stops me.
“You’re not going anywhere now, little mouse.”
“But I am.” I lick my lips again, wondering what he tastes like. “Under the desk.”
“Fucking hell.” Warren groans, closing his eyes. When I start to move again, his eyes fly open. “Shirt off first,” he orders but is already taking it off me. I notice he does that often: issues an order he is already doing for me. His impatience is adorable and freaking sexy. I’m not sure he feels the same.
The shirt slips off, losing a few buttons in the process, leaving me in nothing but my panties and socks. Warren’s eyes roam over my body.
“May I get on my knees now, sir?” I can see the desire flare in his eyes. It only spurs me on to want to please him more.
“Tova,” he warns. “Careful.”
“Oh my God.” He grips my hips to lift me, pushing his chair back in the process, and then gently places me on my knees in front of him. I laugh. “I could have done that myself. I’m not made of glass.”
“You can be rather clumsy.” He’s so dang sweet, and now I’m thinking back about so many of our encounters. I’m seeing them in a totally new light now that I know how he truly feels. I also feel a bit vindicated that I wasn’t imagining him having feelings for me.
I can’t argue that. I have fallen out of two windows rather recently. Slowly I scoot backwards until I’m farther under his desk. ‘Come here.’ I wiggle my finger at him. Warren moves his chair forward, his thighs spreading farther apart. I can see the outline of his thick muscles through his pants.
‘I want to see both of those hands,’ he orders when I wrap one around his cock again. ‘No touching yourself.’ My other hand was resting on my thigh. I likely would have touched myself.
‘But I ache.’ Warren reaches for me. ‘No! I won’t touch myself.’ I swat away his hands. ‘I want to suck you. To make you feel good.”
‘Then you won’t touch your pussy, not until I can watch.’
‘Fine,’ I huff, peering up at him through my lashes, pretending to be annoyed when what I really am is turned on even more. ‘I won’t touch myself.’
‘Sir.’ Oh my. Is he playing in to one of my fantasies, or might it be his too?
‘I won’t touch myself, sir…’
‘Good girl.’ I suck in a breath. The throb between my thighs is growing. I’m soaked for him. ‘Now’—he tucks a few of my curls behind my ear—’I’ll have that pretty mouth of yours on me. I’ve been thinking about it since I found out about the naughty things you’ve been reading.’
‘Is it naughty?’
‘If you don’t tell me, it is.’
‘You want me to tell you everything I read?’
‘If it turns you on.’ I lean forward. Warren turns me on more than anything else.
I swipe my tongue across the head of his cock, getting my first taste of him. His cock jerks in my hand, a low groan coming from Warren that spurs me on to take the head of his cock into my mouth.
I go slowly at first, taking my time to get used to him. To explore. Warren’s hand sinks into my hair. He doesn’t push me down or try to make me go faster. He simply holds it, his fingers stroking it.
I take more of him into my mouth, moving my hand up and down the base of his cock. More grunts and groans come from Warren, his thighs flexing as I move faster. I swear I could come just from hearing how he’s reacting to what I’m doing to him.
‘Tova.’ My name leaves his lips like a prayer. His hold on my hair tightens as I taste more of the pre-cum leaking from his cock. I greedily suck it down. It’s mine. I got it from him, and I want more. ‘I’m close,’ I hear him say. I relax my throat and go down as far as I can, until the head of his cock hits the back of my throat. ‘No.’ He jerks back, his cock slipping free from my mouth.
‘Warren,’ I whimper. He lifts me, laying me out on his desk.
“The first time I come for you won’t be in your mouth. It will be inside you, little mouse. Do you want that? For me to come inside your tight little cunt?”
I squeeze my thighs together to try to ease the ache that has grown exponentially. “Yes.”
Warren steps between my thighs, guiding the head of his cock to my pussy. It slides through the folds of my sex, hitting my clit. I moan, my body primed for it. He thrusts back and forth, the head of his cock hitting my clit over and over.
I grip his shoulder, my other hand searching for the side of the desk, needing to hold on. I don’t find it. Instead, Warren’s hand finds mine. His eyes capture mine like he’s staring straight into my soul.
My body seizes, and my hips try to lift as I start to come. Warren’s cock slips lower as stars dance behind my eyes. I feel the head of his cock press into me.
He lets out a groan, and I feel hot cum spurt into me. Warren’s deep blue eyes bore into mine as a guttural growl rumbles from him before he collapses on top of me, burying his face in my neck. I wrap my arms around him, breathing in his earthy sweet scent.
Warren told me he didn’t know if he was capable of love. I don’t think that’s true. The way he stares at me and touches me says it all.
He might not call this love, but whatever it is, I want it all.
