Her reaction was exactly what he expected. With a startled shriek, she dropped her folder to the ground, sending papers flying everywhere. Clasping onto his arms, she almost began to struggle when the familiar cologne of his washed over her. Her body relaxed immediately and she leaned her head against his shoulder, snuggling close.
He squeezed her tighter, pressing a kiss to the curve of her neck. She uttered an appreciative sigh. She couldn’t believe she’d lasted a week without him. She was going to enjoy every second of this reunion.
“Hey,” she murmured, her fingers lacing with his. “I though you wouldn’t be back until tonight.”
“I managed to get an earlier flight,” he replied, savoring every part of her that he had missed on his weeklong trip. “I had to see my brown eyed girl,” he whispered against her ear. He made no effort to adjust the growing bulge pressing against her backside.
Her mouth grew dry as she felt him deliberately bump against her. Her spine tingled and her cheeks flushed with her own want. “I thought we said we wouldn’t do this until our wedding night,” she reminded him somewhat reluctantly.
He smiled in response, he’d been anticipating this. “Yeah, no sex until our Mothers get to see the fruits of their labor.”
Feeling the familiar warmth between her legs, she knew if she didn’t stop this now, there’d be no going back. “Then why are you weakening me with your Jedi mind tricks?” she teased him.
“Well, on my way back, I started to think about our wedding and how it’s still a week away. I thought about how much I missed you in my arms at night, how much I missed feeling your skin against mine.” His voice dropped dangerously low and seductive, “I thought about how much I missed pleasing you, how much I missed taking you there and watching you fly.”
Emily listened to his voice, remembering the many moments he was talking about. “Baby, I miss you too, but” she said before he interrupted.
“I know, I remember our promise,” he soothed. Shrugging out of his Armani suit jacket, he sat down in her black leather high back chair, pulling her into his lap. “But we can do other things, right?”
Hearing the suggestive tone in his voice, Emily licked her lips. “Like what?”
Tommy lowered his hands from her waist and rested them on her denim clad thighs. “How’s that?” he purred against her ear. Emily shivered in response, she’d never get tired of his voice when it got like this.
“It’s fine,” she said nonchalantly. Hearing the slight challenge in her voice, Tommy grinned as his hands crept slowly towards her inner thighs. Emily sucked in her breath, her hands reaching for the arm rests on the chair. Tommy bit back a groan as Emily’s movement caused his own arousal to throb harder. “How’s that?” he managed.
“No rule breaking here,” she replied, her voice high and airy as she tried to keep her composure.
Tommy’s hands moved up, his fingers pushing against the apex of her thighs before quickly pulling back and continuing upwards. The minute gesture gave Emily good reason to release her first of what was sure to be many moans. “Nothing wrong with that,” she said huskily. Her pulse raced as Tommy’s hands opened the top button of her Levis 501 jeans with a satisfied pop.
Tommy pulled the zipper down slowly, allowing them both to hear the faint click as each pair of teeth separated. Neither said anything as his hand rested against her abdomen and Tommy revered when he felt her muscles tremble against his light touch. Emily’s eyes closed as his hand slipped under the light cotton that covered her, letting out a shuddering breath when his fingers gently grazed the curls that nestled below.
“Nothing wrong with that,” she mumbled to his unspoken question, parting her thighs to allow him easier access. Tommy’s ears burned as he heard her passion filled voice echo his thoughts. He was doing this to her, making her feel this way. Satisfying Emily had always given him pleasure and finding another way to do it increased his pleasure tenfold. This was something he would most definitely perfect for her.
Tommy’s hand slid lower, feeling Emily’s tremors become more concentrated as he got closer to her very moist center. The heat was intense and when his fingers dipped in between the folds of skin and into the burning lava of her juices, both heaved a gratified sigh. Tommy’s fingers touched down on his target, sweat dripping down his spine. He’d done this before, many times, only on this occasion, things felt different.
Raw.
Primal.
To have her body pressed so tightly to his, to feel every shiver and moan made him almost dizzy. Emily laced her hand with his, resting it on her abdomen which was now covered in tiny beads of sweat. Slowly but surely, he began to swirl his fingers clockwise, applying the right amount of pressure that Emily liked. Emily’s grip on Tommy’s free hand tightened as she began to move her hips rhythmically. Their breathing seemed to join as each stroke passed. Emily rested her head against Tommy’s jaw line and murmured pleasure filled words of adoration to him. Tommy licked his parched lips and moved his fingers against her pearl more rapidly, feeling her movements become more and more unrestrained.
Emily felt the overwhelming sensation build as she freely bucked against him, her blissful cries bouncing off every surface in the room. Her blood coursed through her veins as Tommy’s pace became almost frantic now, rushing along with Emily.
Emily opened her eyes and for the briefest moment, saw the bluest sky she had ever laid her eyes on. The first powerful wave of her orgasm rocked her back and stars glittered in front of her. A strangled cry tore from her throat as the effect rippled through her body from head to toe. Tommy slowed his pace, continuing his merciless assault on her sensitive nub and Emily rode each wave, each tremor vibrating against him.
Finally, when her convulsing ceased, Tommy eased his hand from her and much to Emily’s delight, licked his fingers clean.
Neither spoke for a few minutes, both basking in the peace and joy they’d made together.
“I have to be getting home,” Tommy said regretfully. “I’ve got a meeting in about an hour and I need a cold shower,” he chuckled.
Wordlessly, Emily slid from his lap and turned around, resting her hands on his knees. “I don’t think so.”
Tommy arched his brow curiously. His jade colored eyes studied her mischievous expression. “Baby?”
A wicked smile grew and Emily’s hands moved up Tommy’s thighs, stopping at his belt buckle. “You’ll have to cancel,” she instructed. The air crackled around them and the bulge in Tommy’s pants grew further.
Tapping her nails against the buckle suggestively, her voice dropped an octave as she announced, “there are other things on your schedule.”
