Corporate Affairs
I thought I'd try my luck in writing Kandy smut, since we're all horribly deprived from it these days. ;)
By the way, thank you to englishstrawbie, gsr_rocks and viper209n for all the help and encouragement. Hey, it's my first smut, cut me some slack! *wink*
Corporate Affairs
Typing and clicking away on her iMac with her eyebrows furrowed together was how Sandy Cohen found his wife late one Tuesday morning. He was holding a bouquet of fresh flowers behind his back. Kirsten, it seemed, was too engrossed in her work to notice his presence, and for a moment, Sandy let it remain that way as he watched her intently. He eyed her silk, rose-colored top and remembered the black strapless dress she wore beneath it from earlier this morning, when he saw her during breakfast.
He grinned to himself, remembering the thoughts that were in his mind when he saw her in that outfit for the first time when she waltzed downstairs from their bedroom. The flowery scent of her perfume had drifted to his nostrils as she passed by him, intoxicating him with the fragrance that often lingered on her side of the bed and in every room that she entered. And when Kirsten leaned in to give him a good morning kiss, he swore he could taste sweet strawberries on her lips with the flavored lip gloss she used. As she filled his senses, there were only oh so many things he wanted to do to her right then and there, pinning her against the kitchen counter, or lifting her up on the island, among others, and doing things to her she wouldn’t have dreamed of doing so early in the morning.
But he was distracted from stripping her with his eyes when he saw her frown and mutter a few chosen words to herself, her cerulean eyes narrowing tiredly. Sandy continued to watch her wordlessly as she took a phone call and scrambled around her desk for a pen. When she found one, however, it immediately slipped from her hand and fell to the floor. It was only when she bent over to pick it up that she realized Sandy had been there all along.
Kirsten’s lips curled into a smile, but even Sandy could notice that it came out strained and forced. She was obviously stressed out from all the work she was doing. The blond strands of her hair that she had kept down earlier were now up in a messy bun, and her shoulders were hunched over. She held up a hand to Sandy, gesturing for him to wait while she spoke on the phone. Sandy nodded, letting himself in, still holding the flowers behind his back.
“For you, baby.” He announced with a child-like grin the moment she put down the handset. Sandy presented her with the flowers, making Kirsten’s anxious face light up… for a minute, anyway. She took the bouquet and inhaled the fresh scent that radiated from the flowers, before she set them aside on her table.
“Thanks.” She muttered, tilting her head up to accept his kiss. All too quickly for Sandy, she pulled away and turned back to look back at the computer monitor. “I didn’t know you were coming. I’m kind of busy right now, Sandy.” Kirsten said shortly with a sigh, not looking away from her computer. However, this fact did not seem to deter Sandy as he walked behind her chair and placed his big, strong hands on her tense shoulders.
He began kneading them tenderly, lowering his head to kiss her cheek. “Aw, come on, honey. Rest for a while, I’m sure that can wait.” Without waiting for an answer, he tilted her head gently so she was facing him, and once she was, he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her longingly, expecting her to reciprocate. What Sandy didn’t expect, however, was for Kirsten to push him away with a force she didn’t seem to possess. At Sandy’s confused look, Kirsten merely looked impatient. “It can’t.” She scooted her chair closer to her desk and resumed her clicking away to who knows what about.
Kirsten may be stubborn, but Sandy could be too. Moving back close to her, he stroked her free hand, clasping it against his own and giving it a gentle squeeze. Seeing that she didn’t have much of a reaction to that, Sandy continued further, leaning towards her ear and inhaling the faint scent of the shampoo that made her hair smell like peaches. He began licking her ear slowly, knowing it was a spot that drove her wild. Surely she wouldn’t like that? But she pushed him away even further and turned to look at him with an exasperated look on her face. “Not right now, Sandy. I have a lot to do.”
“And I have a lot to do, too. To you.” He wheedled her, making her frown deepen in a way he didn’t like, especially when he knew he was the cause of it. Sandy softened, but he didn’t relent. The least he could do was to make her feel relaxed if she didn’t feel like spending quality time with him. With that thought in mind, he went down on his knees and took a leg in his hands. Kirsten shot up at this, but before she could say anything, he had eased her shoe off and was now massaging her foot. If there was anything she couldn’t resist, it was having her feet done. Promptly, she gave up denying him and leaned back on her chair, letting Sandy have his way with her.
Sandy looked more than pleased that his wife wasn’t attempting to resist him anymore. He couldn’t help it, he had his way with her, he thought smugly. Shifting into a more comfortable sitting position on his knees, he rotated his thumbs over a particular pressure point, relieving the knots that were making her tense. Sandy continued further in the next few minutes, moving from one tense knot to another, until he stopped to move on to her other foot. His bright blue eyes looked up briefly and saw that Kirsten had hers closed, smiling a little, and judging from how he wasn’t seeing that vein pop out from her forehead anymore, she was more relaxed than she had been when he walked into the room.
He shook his head amusedly, before slipping her other shoe from her other foot and began working his hands through her muscles. Occasionally, she would tense up and flinch as he hit a tender part, but for most of the time, Sandy could see that she was enjoying her foot massage. When he was done another few minutes later, he left a kiss on each of her bare knees, before he looked up at his wife again. She didn’t seem to be aware that he was done, which left Sandy to smile mischievously.
Bending his head over, he slowly trailed soft kisses up, from her knee to her inner thigh, while a hand gave the other thigh the same attention, all the while keeping his eyes on her. Sandy’s grin widened when she unconsciously parted her legs wider, giving him greater access. It seemed that even in her sleep, she knew what she wanted. He pushed the helm of her black dress higher, and began licking and lightly nipping at her exposed skin, which was slowly becoming flushed with every touch as he moved higher and higher.
In the light slumber that she had drifted off to, Kirsten could feel a pleasant sensation of something wet and warm on her skin, moving up towards her inner thighs. The feeling was too pleasurable for her own good that she knew she didn’t want it to stop. Breathing heavily, she opened her legs wantonly, urging Sandy - of course it was Sandy! - to continue. Kirsten was rewarded when she felt his lips move higher, and higher, making her wet with arousal. Her eyes flew open at the sudden feel of his tongue on her skin, drawing her back to reality as she registered that she was not dreaming after all. Unable to keep herself in control anymore, she raked her long fingers through his unruly mop of black hair and pushed him hard against her, turned on to the point of no return. He continued to tease her with his mouth; only paying attention to her thighs instead of her heated center. But just when both of them knew where he was finally headed, a loud voice broke in, piercing through the tension-filled air and making the both of them still in what they were doing.
“KiKi!”
Kirsten looked up from Sandy and saw that her father was closing the glass door behind him, having entered her office already. With panic and guilt written all over their faces, Kirsten gripped his shoulders and pushed him beneath her working table, thanking whoever was in charge of designing the Newport Group gave her a desk that not only hid Sandy from view, but was also big enough to accommodate his large profile. She gave him a look, wordlessly ordering him to hush before she looked back at her father, trying not to look too guilty.
“Hey Dad!” She chirped brightly, not looking anywhere but at him as she spoke. When Caleb turned to meet her eyes, Kirsten could swear that he was able to see right through her. If he did, though, he didn’t say anything about it. She groaned inwardly when her dad seated himself on the chair in front of her table. The last thing she needed at this very moment was for him to stay. Beneath the table, Sandy kept his quiet as he observed Kirsten, waiting for her to give him the go signal. However, it didn’t come at all, which could only mean Caleb decided to hang out. Why now, of all the times?
Caleb nodded at her, and Kirsten realized at once that all she had been doing these past few seconds was to stare at her dad. Clearing her throat, she made a show of turning towards her neglected work on the computer, frantically clicking away though obviously her focus wasn’t there. “Dad, it’s not really a good time. I’m busy.” Sandy smirked at hearing those familiar words, knowing they were said with a different idea of busy in mind this time. He touched her knee with a warm hand, and rested his chin on top of it idly.
“It doesn’t matter. I need to talk to you.” Her father answered in his usual no-nonsense tone, and with that, he had wordlessly ordered her to stop what she was doing. She tried not to sigh at this as she made herself comfortable, directing her attention on her dad. Kirsten gave him a go on look, encouraging him to say what he wanted to.
“Now, as you know, Partridge, Savage and Kahn has been printing out releases about the Balboa Wetlands case…” Both Sandy and Kirsten shifted in their positions uncomfortably. Sandy was reminded of why he really shouldn’t be there, and Kirsten was reminded of why it was a good idea to hide Sandy beneath her desk instead of letting him come face to face with her father. Especially when he was on his knees and between her legs.
Caleb stood up and began pacing, though thankfully he was headed in the opposite direction from her desk. He spoke as he walked and faced the pictures that Kirsten had hung on the wall. Another mischievous smile played across Sandy’s face upon seeing that she had to part her legs to accommodate him beneath her desk. He began running his palms teasingly over the golden skin of her thighs, which were exposed with her skirt still pushed up. He stole a glance at his wife, whose face twitched a little at the contact, but she didn’t tell him off. Or simply wasn’t able to, as Caleb spoke again. “The newspaper has been calling here ever since, asking for our side of the story.” He continued, turning to briefly look at his daughter, making sure that she was listening to every word he said. Kirsten was, or at least, all appearances focused. In truth, she was slowly becoming distracted with the soft strokes of Sandy’s hand on her knees.
“I don’t want to have to do anything with it.” Kirsten barely heard him, too caught up in the feeling of Sandy kissing her inner thighs now, moving higher by the second. Why she was not telling him off, she had no idea, but it definitely had something to do with how good it felt, and how wet he was making her. “So I told them to interview you instead, KiKi.” Kirsten gasped aloud, fleetingly forgetting that she was in the presence of her Dad as she felt Sandy’s tongue suddenly flick at her through her underwear. Of course, Caleb didn’t know that. He merely thought that his daughter was surprised at the news, and he smiled slightly at her before turning away.
“Sandy, what are you doing?” Kirsten hissed in one breath, the moment she saw her dad turn away. She tried to close her legs so he wouldn’t get frisky with her again, but she was unable to, with him in the way. Instead, she gave him a glare of warning before looking up, and just in time for his father to look at her again. “KiKi, did you say something?” He frowned, noticing her flushed face for the first time.
Kirsten squirmed in her chair, while Sandy struggled not to laugh. “Um, no, Dad. I was just…” Wait, what had her father been talking about again? Something about the Balboa Wetlands case, but she didn’t know what about it they were discussing. Fortunately for her, Caleb had too little patience to listen to her excuses. He carried on with his talking, and Kirsten made an effort to listen this time, in case he got suspicious. She was beginning to relax after a few minutes had passed and Sandy had actually behaved himself. But of course, he wasn’t going to let her get away that easily.
Her arm flailed from where it was propped up on the table by her elbow, accidentally dropping her chin from her palm, as Sandy fingered the trimming of her panties, the tips of his fingers brushing against the coarse hairs down there. As much as she wanted to protest, she couldn’t deny how her breath was quickening at the mere promise of his fingers on her, or how her panties were getting soaked with each moment that lingered. Sandy snickered quietly, feeling her evident wetness against his hand.
Feeling more than a little adventurous, he tugged at the lacy fabric until it allowed enough space for him to slip his hand inside, cupping her sex. She was so warm, so wet and so ready for him, but he knew he had to wait, given the circumstances. Sandy began running his index finger up and down her slit, paying special attention to her sensitive bud, flicking it teasingly. Looking up, he saw that Kirsten’s eyelids were fluttering open and close, and he could tell that she struggling to keep her eyes open for appearances’ sake. Caleb was still going on and on about the Balboa Wetlands, but neither Sandy or Kirsten was listening to him anymore. Kirsten sat in her seat, her entire body motionless in tension, trying not to give ideas to her father that, oh, her husband was fingering her under the table, hidden from his presence.
As much as she was fighting for control, she was unable to let out a squeal as he inserted a finger into her. Kirsten jerked back in surprise, the impact causing her to push her computer chair away from the table. With Sandy still holding on to her panties, he was able to tug them down a few inches lower when her body was pulled away from him before he withdrew his hand, lest Caleb see.
Her shriek seemed to have attracted Caleb’s attention. He looked annoyed at the interruption, although a look of confusion clouded his face upon seeing his daughter breathless and jumpy. “KiKi, is something wrong?” He asked, his gruff voice sounding concerned for once. Kirsten froze in her seat again before standing up to drag her chair back to the table. Once she was near the table enough, Sandy seized the opportunity to pull her underwear down her long legs, until it pooled at the marble floor below, tangled with her shoes. Her eyes widened at this, but she didn’t dare look at Sandy. Not yet.
“It was… it was just a spider, Dad.” She fibbed weakly, glad that an excuse jumped into mind almost immediately. “You know how I feel about spiders.” Kirsten sat back down, weirded out at the feeling of the rough fabric of the chair against her ass through her skirt. As Caleb continued again, this time with a tone of annoyance in his voice, a roguish Sandy lifted her feet and eased her panties completely off them, leaving her bottom half naked under that dress.
The thought of Kirsten panty-less in her office only seemed to turn him on. He shifted his position in silence, kneeling in front of her. Kirsten’s eyes closed briefly, and sensing that Sandy’s eyes were on her, she gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. At this point, she didn’t want to resist him anymore. She was completely under his control. She just wanted her Dad to say what he wanted to say and get the hell out of her office already.
Sandy gently pulled her legs until the wheels of the chair brought her closer to him. When she was close enough, he threw her legs over his shoulders and he paused, letting the wait tease her before he blew on her folds. Immediately, at the feel of his hot breath on her, the grip of her legs around him tightened, giving him no choice as his face was moved towards her center. He kissed her once lightly, before bringing his tongue out to play, moving up and down her opening with soft licks.
Kirsten gripped the edge of her table, her knuckles turning white in the process as she felt his warm tongue on her clit, driving her wild with lust. She bit her lip, trying not to let a moan escape her as the pace of Sandy’s licking and teasing increased. At the rate he was going, Kirsten wasn’t sure how long she would last. Caleb was still oblivious to the struggle inside the office, and apparently he was fed up with the Balboa Wetlands, as he was now questioning Sandy’s working relationship with Rachel.
No, Dad, Sandy’s definitely not screwing Rachel, Kirsten thought to herself, hearing that part in his monologue. By now, one of Sandy’s fingers had joined his tongue in bringing her to her high, probing at her entry again before gently easing it in her. She was so slick over the teasing that he was able to find her g-spot with ease. Curling his finger, Sandy rubbed it in light, feathery strokes, feeling her tighten around his finger almost immediately. He grinned, loving how easily he could turn her on with his touch.
Sandy slowly removed his finger from her entrance, while the other hand clasped around the hand she had placed on her lap. He kept his eyes on her as he brought her hand to his lips, before his tongue snaked out to lick her fingers, giving her time to calm her breathing down a little. As Kirsten relaxed, it was her turn to smile mischievously. She put one of her feet down on the ground from Sandy’s shoulders, and without warning, she used her big toe to stroke him through his trousers. She looked quietly triumphant, feeling him harden slightly under her touch. He paused and closed his eyes, allowing himself to feel the pleasurable sensation her foot was causing. It was not much on her part, but it was enough to turn Sandy on even more.
Suddenly, Sandy took hold of her foot and placed it firmly on the ground, making sure she wasn’t going to move before he let go. He resumed licking her fingers wet, taking the middle one into his mouth and sliding it in and out, giving her a premonition of what he wanted to do to her. Kirsten drew in a sharp breath. Caught unaware, her entire body stilled upon realizing she was already touching herself, guided by his skilled hand. He made her rub against her clit roughly with her wet middle finger, her hips gyrating against her own hand. Soon, Kirsten’s hand moved on its own volition, her fingers performing a wild ballet as they danced lightly over her opening, her thumb pressing firmly against her clitoris. Sandy dropped his hand, watching in fascination as his wife spread her legs even further and pleasured herself in front of her father. The thought alone was wickedly hot, but that combined with the actual sight was completely mind blowing. He never thought he’d see the day. Caleb definitely needed to get out of the room now.
Apparently, Kirsten was thinking along the same lines, too. By now, she was biting her lip in an effort to hold herself back from making a sound, and Sandy could see that she was breathing heavily again, her chest rising up and down. Yet, her fingers continued to do their seemingly never-ending dance, making her fall face forward on the desk, resting her chin on the edge of the cool tabletop. Caleb was quick to notice this, and he almost hurried forward to his daughter, still unaware of what was happening right in front of him.
“KiKi, are you all right?” He paused in his footsteps as Kirsten sat up, although a bit weakly, and held up a hand to him. Well, the other hand, the one that wasn’t so busy. She had stopped touching herself briefly to concentrate on her Dad, but her hand remained on her sex, covered by Sandy’s bigger own as he took his turn stroking her folds. Kirsten tried not to gasp too audibly. “Dad, I’m fine. Can you please just leave the room? I have a headache and I need a moment to myself.” She said in a rush, her words coming out breathlessly as she felt herself coming close to release with every touch and flick of Sandy’s fingers on her.
Caleb stared, which made Kirsten squirm in her seat more. Once again, he noticed how flushed she look, something he wondered if he should have paid more attention to. “Are you having a fever?” He asked obliviously, stepping closer to feel her forehead. But his daughter shook her head vehemently, drawing in a sharp breath as her very naughty husband pushed her hand away and delved his tongue past her entrance, feeling all her inner walls.
“No, Dad. Please, just leave. I’ll be fine. I promise.” Kirsten was getting desperate, her hips bucking once in her seat. It was getting hard to hold back. She fixed her father with a stare, begging him to comply with her wishes. She didn’t care if her father had his suspicions already, she just wanted him out of her office and leave her and her husband be. Caleb Nichol looked uncertain for once. Kirsten didn’t get sick often, so it was a cause for worry when she was. “Okay. But you will come into my office later when you’re feeling better.” He barked sternly, hiding his true emotions from Kirsten like he usually did.
Kirsten’s only response were several vigorous nods. Her legs were already shaking in her efforts to hold back, and every moment that passed by felt like an eternity. She waited until her father finally passed through her doors and rounded the corner to his office, before letting out a loud moan. Sandy took this as a sign that the coast was clear, and he began to thrust his tongue into her sex harder, while Kirsten gripped his hair and held his head steady as he worked his magic on her.
“Oh, God, Sandy, Sandy, baby, so close…” Kirsten moaned, gasping for breath as she began to feel the onset of orgasm tear through her, her inner walls narrowing around his tongue. Roughly, she pushed him away and got to her feet, not bothering with her shoes. After checking that no one was looking through her glass doors, she pulled Sandy up from under the table and helped him to his feet. They stood in the middle of her sun lit office, looking at each other for a moment, both their faces devoid of any expression except for the desire darkening in their eyes. Their arousal was evident, Sandy’s erection visible through his trousers, and Kirsten wet between her legs, with no underwear beneath the dress she wore.
Simultaneously, Sandy and Kirsten moved towards each other, closing whatever distance there was between the two of them. He caught her in his arms, while she hooked her leg around his waist, moaning as she felt his hardness against her groin. Kirsten’s work long forgotten, their lips met hungrily, having been desperate for the other far too long. She wrapped her arms around Sandy’s shoulders and pulled him tight to her, their teeth crashing and their tongues gliding against the other after she deepened the kiss. One of his hands found their way under her skirt, cupping and squeezing her rear and holding her up to him for support. The other one danced down her side before moving to cup her breast, a little surprised that she wasn’t wearing a bra, but pleased when he felt her nipple harden through her top as he rotated his thumb over the bud.
Kirsten moaned into his mouth. The foreplay had certainly gone on long enough. She broke off the kiss and looked at Sandy lustfully. “Not here.” She breathed, feeling him give her other breast the same attention he gave to her other one earlier. Her hips bucked uncontrollably, her exposed sex coming into contact with his erection through his pants. She groaned in frustration, gripping his shoulders as she grinded herself against him desperately. She needed him inside her, and she needed him now. “Sandy... through that door there.” Kirsten begged, gesturing to a door at the far corner of her spacious office. He carried her towards the door she indicated, while Kirsten dropped her head to plant several wet, open-mouthed kisses on his neck, kissing every part of him that she could reach.
Sandy kicked the door open, Kirsten closing and locking it behind her before she dipped her head to kiss him again. He turned them around and dropped her gently on the edge of the long table in the middle of the room - Kirsten’s conference room. She fought with his suit jacket, eventually managing to push it off his body. Sandy chuckled against her lips as she began unbuttoning his polo shirt, working with nimble fingers. In her desperation to have it off him, she found herself struggling, which only amused Sandy even more. He pulled away from her kiss-swollen lips and uncurled her legs from around his middle. He pushed her further, until her whole body was on top of the wooden table before he climbed up next to her with his hands taking care of the buttons on his shirt.
In the meantime, Kirsten had pulled her dress over her head, bringing her silk top along, leaving her completely nude on the table. The sight of Kirsten in all her naked glory inside a room in her office was such a huge turn on for Sandy that he felt his dick twitch and harden even more. My wife is full of surprises, Sandy thought, his eyes widening at the unexpected sight. But of course, he wasn’t complaining. Not at all.
“Sandy, take off your pants.” She growled in a low voice, the skin on her chest flushing a rosy hue as she continued breathing heavily. Sandy looked at her, slightly stunned, although he knew it was the impatience in her talking. “I said, take off your pants. You made me horny in front of my father, and I’m lying naked on top of a table in his office, and I need you now.” Without waiting for him to register her words, she knelt in front of him and began working on the buckle of his belt. She finally succeeded in pushing his pants and his boxers down his legs and with a little help from her feet, she pushed them all the way to the floor, along with their other discarded clothes.
Kirsten pressed Sandy down so that he was lying supine on the table, and looked at him with pure lust. She straddled him strategically and took hold of his erect penis. After stroking it several times, to which she enjoyed as it hardened in her hands, she guided him into her folds before she lowered herself onto him at an agonizing pace, letting her walls get used to the feel of his cock inside her at first. A groan escaped her lips at the familiar pleasurable friction of their bodies joined together; her eyes squeezed shut in infinite pleasure. Below her, Sandy groaned along as well, feeling her envelope him like a warm, velvet glove. Kirsten was so slick that sliding further into her was a breeze. Both his hands flew to her waist, his fingers brushing lightly over the small tattoo on her lower back that only he and Kirsten knew about, the one she had gotten in college. He held on to her as she made it all the way down, the tip of his shaft barely bumping into her cervix as he filled her.
“You feel so good.” Sandy muttered unnecessarily, holding on to Kirsten as she suddenly picked up her pace. She withdrew from him until only the tip remained inside her, before she thrusted down on him rapidly in succession. In and out, in and out. She rode him roughly, not bothering with the slow and tender movements they usually had during sex. She was fucking him this time, making him slam inside her as she rocked on top of him. He challenged her movements with thrusts of his own, his hips bucking uncontrollably from the table, his breathing labored and heavy. Kirsten fell forward onto his chest, supporting the upper half of her body with her hands on either side of Sandy’s head as she continued to slam down on him, her new position allowing him to penetrate her deeper.
One of Sandy’s hands found its way back to her breast, this time unobstructed from any bothersome clothing. While his wife continued to move on top of him in their intercourse, he fondled the delicate flesh, running his thumb over her nipple until the rosy bud hardened painfully. Kirsten moaned again and arched her back, pushing her breasts against his hand, urging him for more. Beats of sweat appeared on her forehead, and she gasped for breath as she began to feel the familiar onset of her orgasm.
“Harder.” She rasped, despite knowing that their pace was in her control. Sandy dropped his hand from her breast and used his arm instead to support himself up as he leaned forward to capture Kirsten’s lips in a rough kiss. Knowing she was close, he willingly obliged her wishes, thrusting his body into hers swiftly while her mouth parted to meet Sandy’s tongue, gliding against each other erotically. His name mixed with several moans and gasps from Kirsten pushed Sandy to the edge too, his balls tightening as he felt his own orgasm fast approaching. Quickly taking action, he moved his mouth to her ear and swirled the tip of his tongue into her lobe. White light briefly flashing in front of her own eyes, Kirsten came with a high-pitched cry, her lithe body overwhelmed in tremors as her pleasure rushed through her. Sandy held back as long as he could, but her walls tightening against his cock brought him to his high, and he came inside of her, calling out her name to the empty room, praising her.
Gradually, their orgasms faded, and Kirsten fell on top of Sandy’s chest, still breathing heavily from the sheer effort of their lovemaking. Sandy gently brushed away the damp strands of her blond hair away from her forehead and kissed her head, trying to calm down his breathing as well. They continued to hold on to each other, momentarily forgetting where they were as they lay in their beautiful afterglow together.
“Kirsten?” Sandy, as always, was the first one to break the silence.
Kirsten lifted her head wearily to look at him, and silence passed between the two of them again as they took the sight of each other in, both flushed and breathless, but satisfied. “Yes, Sandy?” She finally answered.
“Did you really just say the word horny?”
She blushed, embarrassed at her earlier behavior. “What do you think, honey?” Kirsten knew that Sandy knew she wasn’t normally like that, and for him to see her in such a state must’ve been a turn on for him. Not to mention, that word itself.
“I think…” Sandy moved his gaze from her face to her naked body on top of him, before looking back into her eyes with desire. “You were amazing.” He and Kirsten shared a smile before she lowered her head to kiss him again. Slowly, this time, with none of the desperation earlier, but passionate, all the same.
They pulled away from each other, and Sandy cupped his beloved’s face as another mischievous smile danced on her lips. “You know…” Her voice trailed off teasingly while she toyed with the chest hair exposed by his half-opened polo shirt. “Maybe I should visit you in your office soon.”
At hearing this, Sandy rolled them over so that he was now on top of her. His grin matched hers as he looked down at her with mischief in his eyes. “I think that sounds like a brilliant idea.”
END
By the way, thank you to englishstrawbie, gsr_rocks and viper209n for all the help and encouragement. Hey, it's my first smut, cut me some slack! *wink*
Corporate Affairs
Typing and clicking away on her iMac with her eyebrows furrowed together was how Sandy Cohen found his wife late one Tuesday morning. He was holding a bouquet of fresh flowers behind his back. Kirsten, it seemed, was too engrossed in her work to notice his presence, and for a moment, Sandy let it remain that way as he watched her intently. He eyed her silk, rose-colored top and remembered the black strapless dress she wore beneath it from earlier this morning, when he saw her during breakfast.
He grinned to himself, remembering the thoughts that were in his mind when he saw her in that outfit for the first time when she waltzed downstairs from their bedroom. The flowery scent of her perfume had drifted to his nostrils as she passed by him, intoxicating him with the fragrance that often lingered on her side of the bed and in every room that she entered. And when Kirsten leaned in to give him a good morning kiss, he swore he could taste sweet strawberries on her lips with the flavored lip gloss she used. As she filled his senses, there were only oh so many things he wanted to do to her right then and there, pinning her against the kitchen counter, or lifting her up on the island, among others, and doing things to her she wouldn’t have dreamed of doing so early in the morning.
But he was distracted from stripping her with his eyes when he saw her frown and mutter a few chosen words to herself, her cerulean eyes narrowing tiredly. Sandy continued to watch her wordlessly as she took a phone call and scrambled around her desk for a pen. When she found one, however, it immediately slipped from her hand and fell to the floor. It was only when she bent over to pick it up that she realized Sandy had been there all along.
Kirsten’s lips curled into a smile, but even Sandy could notice that it came out strained and forced. She was obviously stressed out from all the work she was doing. The blond strands of her hair that she had kept down earlier were now up in a messy bun, and her shoulders were hunched over. She held up a hand to Sandy, gesturing for him to wait while she spoke on the phone. Sandy nodded, letting himself in, still holding the flowers behind his back.
“For you, baby.” He announced with a child-like grin the moment she put down the handset. Sandy presented her with the flowers, making Kirsten’s anxious face light up… for a minute, anyway. She took the bouquet and inhaled the fresh scent that radiated from the flowers, before she set them aside on her table.
“Thanks.” She muttered, tilting her head up to accept his kiss. All too quickly for Sandy, she pulled away and turned back to look back at the computer monitor. “I didn’t know you were coming. I’m kind of busy right now, Sandy.” Kirsten said shortly with a sigh, not looking away from her computer. However, this fact did not seem to deter Sandy as he walked behind her chair and placed his big, strong hands on her tense shoulders.
He began kneading them tenderly, lowering his head to kiss her cheek. “Aw, come on, honey. Rest for a while, I’m sure that can wait.” Without waiting for an answer, he tilted her head gently so she was facing him, and once she was, he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her longingly, expecting her to reciprocate. What Sandy didn’t expect, however, was for Kirsten to push him away with a force she didn’t seem to possess. At Sandy’s confused look, Kirsten merely looked impatient. “It can’t.” She scooted her chair closer to her desk and resumed her clicking away to who knows what about.
Kirsten may be stubborn, but Sandy could be too. Moving back close to her, he stroked her free hand, clasping it against his own and giving it a gentle squeeze. Seeing that she didn’t have much of a reaction to that, Sandy continued further, leaning towards her ear and inhaling the faint scent of the shampoo that made her hair smell like peaches. He began licking her ear slowly, knowing it was a spot that drove her wild. Surely she wouldn’t like that? But she pushed him away even further and turned to look at him with an exasperated look on her face. “Not right now, Sandy. I have a lot to do.”
“And I have a lot to do, too. To you.” He wheedled her, making her frown deepen in a way he didn’t like, especially when he knew he was the cause of it. Sandy softened, but he didn’t relent. The least he could do was to make her feel relaxed if she didn’t feel like spending quality time with him. With that thought in mind, he went down on his knees and took a leg in his hands. Kirsten shot up at this, but before she could say anything, he had eased her shoe off and was now massaging her foot. If there was anything she couldn’t resist, it was having her feet done. Promptly, she gave up denying him and leaned back on her chair, letting Sandy have his way with her.
Sandy looked more than pleased that his wife wasn’t attempting to resist him anymore. He couldn’t help it, he had his way with her, he thought smugly. Shifting into a more comfortable sitting position on his knees, he rotated his thumbs over a particular pressure point, relieving the knots that were making her tense. Sandy continued further in the next few minutes, moving from one tense knot to another, until he stopped to move on to her other foot. His bright blue eyes looked up briefly and saw that Kirsten had hers closed, smiling a little, and judging from how he wasn’t seeing that vein pop out from her forehead anymore, she was more relaxed than she had been when he walked into the room.
He shook his head amusedly, before slipping her other shoe from her other foot and began working his hands through her muscles. Occasionally, she would tense up and flinch as he hit a tender part, but for most of the time, Sandy could see that she was enjoying her foot massage. When he was done another few minutes later, he left a kiss on each of her bare knees, before he looked up at his wife again. She didn’t seem to be aware that he was done, which left Sandy to smile mischievously.
Bending his head over, he slowly trailed soft kisses up, from her knee to her inner thigh, while a hand gave the other thigh the same attention, all the while keeping his eyes on her. Sandy’s grin widened when she unconsciously parted her legs wider, giving him greater access. It seemed that even in her sleep, she knew what she wanted. He pushed the helm of her black dress higher, and began licking and lightly nipping at her exposed skin, which was slowly becoming flushed with every touch as he moved higher and higher.
In the light slumber that she had drifted off to, Kirsten could feel a pleasant sensation of something wet and warm on her skin, moving up towards her inner thighs. The feeling was too pleasurable for her own good that she knew she didn’t want it to stop. Breathing heavily, she opened her legs wantonly, urging Sandy - of course it was Sandy! - to continue. Kirsten was rewarded when she felt his lips move higher, and higher, making her wet with arousal. Her eyes flew open at the sudden feel of his tongue on her skin, drawing her back to reality as she registered that she was not dreaming after all. Unable to keep herself in control anymore, she raked her long fingers through his unruly mop of black hair and pushed him hard against her, turned on to the point of no return. He continued to tease her with his mouth; only paying attention to her thighs instead of her heated center. But just when both of them knew where he was finally headed, a loud voice broke in, piercing through the tension-filled air and making the both of them still in what they were doing.
“KiKi!”
Kirsten looked up from Sandy and saw that her father was closing the glass door behind him, having entered her office already. With panic and guilt written all over their faces, Kirsten gripped his shoulders and pushed him beneath her working table, thanking whoever was in charge of designing the Newport Group gave her a desk that not only hid Sandy from view, but was also big enough to accommodate his large profile. She gave him a look, wordlessly ordering him to hush before she looked back at her father, trying not to look too guilty.
“Hey Dad!” She chirped brightly, not looking anywhere but at him as she spoke. When Caleb turned to meet her eyes, Kirsten could swear that he was able to see right through her. If he did, though, he didn’t say anything about it. She groaned inwardly when her dad seated himself on the chair in front of her table. The last thing she needed at this very moment was for him to stay. Beneath the table, Sandy kept his quiet as he observed Kirsten, waiting for her to give him the go signal. However, it didn’t come at all, which could only mean Caleb decided to hang out. Why now, of all the times?
Caleb nodded at her, and Kirsten realized at once that all she had been doing these past few seconds was to stare at her dad. Clearing her throat, she made a show of turning towards her neglected work on the computer, frantically clicking away though obviously her focus wasn’t there. “Dad, it’s not really a good time. I’m busy.” Sandy smirked at hearing those familiar words, knowing they were said with a different idea of busy in mind this time. He touched her knee with a warm hand, and rested his chin on top of it idly.
“It doesn’t matter. I need to talk to you.” Her father answered in his usual no-nonsense tone, and with that, he had wordlessly ordered her to stop what she was doing. She tried not to sigh at this as she made herself comfortable, directing her attention on her dad. Kirsten gave him a go on look, encouraging him to say what he wanted to.
“Now, as you know, Partridge, Savage and Kahn has been printing out releases about the Balboa Wetlands case…” Both Sandy and Kirsten shifted in their positions uncomfortably. Sandy was reminded of why he really shouldn’t be there, and Kirsten was reminded of why it was a good idea to hide Sandy beneath her desk instead of letting him come face to face with her father. Especially when he was on his knees and between her legs.
Caleb stood up and began pacing, though thankfully he was headed in the opposite direction from her desk. He spoke as he walked and faced the pictures that Kirsten had hung on the wall. Another mischievous smile played across Sandy’s face upon seeing that she had to part her legs to accommodate him beneath her desk. He began running his palms teasingly over the golden skin of her thighs, which were exposed with her skirt still pushed up. He stole a glance at his wife, whose face twitched a little at the contact, but she didn’t tell him off. Or simply wasn’t able to, as Caleb spoke again. “The newspaper has been calling here ever since, asking for our side of the story.” He continued, turning to briefly look at his daughter, making sure that she was listening to every word he said. Kirsten was, or at least, all appearances focused. In truth, she was slowly becoming distracted with the soft strokes of Sandy’s hand on her knees.
“I don’t want to have to do anything with it.” Kirsten barely heard him, too caught up in the feeling of Sandy kissing her inner thighs now, moving higher by the second. Why she was not telling him off, she had no idea, but it definitely had something to do with how good it felt, and how wet he was making her. “So I told them to interview you instead, KiKi.” Kirsten gasped aloud, fleetingly forgetting that she was in the presence of her Dad as she felt Sandy’s tongue suddenly flick at her through her underwear. Of course, Caleb didn’t know that. He merely thought that his daughter was surprised at the news, and he smiled slightly at her before turning away.
“Sandy, what are you doing?” Kirsten hissed in one breath, the moment she saw her dad turn away. She tried to close her legs so he wouldn’t get frisky with her again, but she was unable to, with him in the way. Instead, she gave him a glare of warning before looking up, and just in time for his father to look at her again. “KiKi, did you say something?” He frowned, noticing her flushed face for the first time.
Kirsten squirmed in her chair, while Sandy struggled not to laugh. “Um, no, Dad. I was just…” Wait, what had her father been talking about again? Something about the Balboa Wetlands case, but she didn’t know what about it they were discussing. Fortunately for her, Caleb had too little patience to listen to her excuses. He carried on with his talking, and Kirsten made an effort to listen this time, in case he got suspicious. She was beginning to relax after a few minutes had passed and Sandy had actually behaved himself. But of course, he wasn’t going to let her get away that easily.
Her arm flailed from where it was propped up on the table by her elbow, accidentally dropping her chin from her palm, as Sandy fingered the trimming of her panties, the tips of his fingers brushing against the coarse hairs down there. As much as she wanted to protest, she couldn’t deny how her breath was quickening at the mere promise of his fingers on her, or how her panties were getting soaked with each moment that lingered. Sandy snickered quietly, feeling her evident wetness against his hand.
Feeling more than a little adventurous, he tugged at the lacy fabric until it allowed enough space for him to slip his hand inside, cupping her sex. She was so warm, so wet and so ready for him, but he knew he had to wait, given the circumstances. Sandy began running his index finger up and down her slit, paying special attention to her sensitive bud, flicking it teasingly. Looking up, he saw that Kirsten’s eyelids were fluttering open and close, and he could tell that she struggling to keep her eyes open for appearances’ sake. Caleb was still going on and on about the Balboa Wetlands, but neither Sandy or Kirsten was listening to him anymore. Kirsten sat in her seat, her entire body motionless in tension, trying not to give ideas to her father that, oh, her husband was fingering her under the table, hidden from his presence.
As much as she was fighting for control, she was unable to let out a squeal as he inserted a finger into her. Kirsten jerked back in surprise, the impact causing her to push her computer chair away from the table. With Sandy still holding on to her panties, he was able to tug them down a few inches lower when her body was pulled away from him before he withdrew his hand, lest Caleb see.
Her shriek seemed to have attracted Caleb’s attention. He looked annoyed at the interruption, although a look of confusion clouded his face upon seeing his daughter breathless and jumpy. “KiKi, is something wrong?” He asked, his gruff voice sounding concerned for once. Kirsten froze in her seat again before standing up to drag her chair back to the table. Once she was near the table enough, Sandy seized the opportunity to pull her underwear down her long legs, until it pooled at the marble floor below, tangled with her shoes. Her eyes widened at this, but she didn’t dare look at Sandy. Not yet.
“It was… it was just a spider, Dad.” She fibbed weakly, glad that an excuse jumped into mind almost immediately. “You know how I feel about spiders.” Kirsten sat back down, weirded out at the feeling of the rough fabric of the chair against her ass through her skirt. As Caleb continued again, this time with a tone of annoyance in his voice, a roguish Sandy lifted her feet and eased her panties completely off them, leaving her bottom half naked under that dress.
The thought of Kirsten panty-less in her office only seemed to turn him on. He shifted his position in silence, kneeling in front of her. Kirsten’s eyes closed briefly, and sensing that Sandy’s eyes were on her, she gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. At this point, she didn’t want to resist him anymore. She was completely under his control. She just wanted her Dad to say what he wanted to say and get the hell out of her office already.
Sandy gently pulled her legs until the wheels of the chair brought her closer to him. When she was close enough, he threw her legs over his shoulders and he paused, letting the wait tease her before he blew on her folds. Immediately, at the feel of his hot breath on her, the grip of her legs around him tightened, giving him no choice as his face was moved towards her center. He kissed her once lightly, before bringing his tongue out to play, moving up and down her opening with soft licks.
Kirsten gripped the edge of her table, her knuckles turning white in the process as she felt his warm tongue on her clit, driving her wild with lust. She bit her lip, trying not to let a moan escape her as the pace of Sandy’s licking and teasing increased. At the rate he was going, Kirsten wasn’t sure how long she would last. Caleb was still oblivious to the struggle inside the office, and apparently he was fed up with the Balboa Wetlands, as he was now questioning Sandy’s working relationship with Rachel.
No, Dad, Sandy’s definitely not screwing Rachel, Kirsten thought to herself, hearing that part in his monologue. By now, one of Sandy’s fingers had joined his tongue in bringing her to her high, probing at her entry again before gently easing it in her. She was so slick over the teasing that he was able to find her g-spot with ease. Curling his finger, Sandy rubbed it in light, feathery strokes, feeling her tighten around his finger almost immediately. He grinned, loving how easily he could turn her on with his touch.
Sandy slowly removed his finger from her entrance, while the other hand clasped around the hand she had placed on her lap. He kept his eyes on her as he brought her hand to his lips, before his tongue snaked out to lick her fingers, giving her time to calm her breathing down a little. As Kirsten relaxed, it was her turn to smile mischievously. She put one of her feet down on the ground from Sandy’s shoulders, and without warning, she used her big toe to stroke him through his trousers. She looked quietly triumphant, feeling him harden slightly under her touch. He paused and closed his eyes, allowing himself to feel the pleasurable sensation her foot was causing. It was not much on her part, but it was enough to turn Sandy on even more.
Suddenly, Sandy took hold of her foot and placed it firmly on the ground, making sure she wasn’t going to move before he let go. He resumed licking her fingers wet, taking the middle one into his mouth and sliding it in and out, giving her a premonition of what he wanted to do to her. Kirsten drew in a sharp breath. Caught unaware, her entire body stilled upon realizing she was already touching herself, guided by his skilled hand. He made her rub against her clit roughly with her wet middle finger, her hips gyrating against her own hand. Soon, Kirsten’s hand moved on its own volition, her fingers performing a wild ballet as they danced lightly over her opening, her thumb pressing firmly against her clitoris. Sandy dropped his hand, watching in fascination as his wife spread her legs even further and pleasured herself in front of her father. The thought alone was wickedly hot, but that combined with the actual sight was completely mind blowing. He never thought he’d see the day. Caleb definitely needed to get out of the room now.
Apparently, Kirsten was thinking along the same lines, too. By now, she was biting her lip in an effort to hold herself back from making a sound, and Sandy could see that she was breathing heavily again, her chest rising up and down. Yet, her fingers continued to do their seemingly never-ending dance, making her fall face forward on the desk, resting her chin on the edge of the cool tabletop. Caleb was quick to notice this, and he almost hurried forward to his daughter, still unaware of what was happening right in front of him.
“KiKi, are you all right?” He paused in his footsteps as Kirsten sat up, although a bit weakly, and held up a hand to him. Well, the other hand, the one that wasn’t so busy. She had stopped touching herself briefly to concentrate on her Dad, but her hand remained on her sex, covered by Sandy’s bigger own as he took his turn stroking her folds. Kirsten tried not to gasp too audibly. “Dad, I’m fine. Can you please just leave the room? I have a headache and I need a moment to myself.” She said in a rush, her words coming out breathlessly as she felt herself coming close to release with every touch and flick of Sandy’s fingers on her.
Caleb stared, which made Kirsten squirm in her seat more. Once again, he noticed how flushed she look, something he wondered if he should have paid more attention to. “Are you having a fever?” He asked obliviously, stepping closer to feel her forehead. But his daughter shook her head vehemently, drawing in a sharp breath as her very naughty husband pushed her hand away and delved his tongue past her entrance, feeling all her inner walls.
“No, Dad. Please, just leave. I’ll be fine. I promise.” Kirsten was getting desperate, her hips bucking once in her seat. It was getting hard to hold back. She fixed her father with a stare, begging him to comply with her wishes. She didn’t care if her father had his suspicions already, she just wanted him out of her office and leave her and her husband be. Caleb Nichol looked uncertain for once. Kirsten didn’t get sick often, so it was a cause for worry when she was. “Okay. But you will come into my office later when you’re feeling better.” He barked sternly, hiding his true emotions from Kirsten like he usually did.
Kirsten’s only response were several vigorous nods. Her legs were already shaking in her efforts to hold back, and every moment that passed by felt like an eternity. She waited until her father finally passed through her doors and rounded the corner to his office, before letting out a loud moan. Sandy took this as a sign that the coast was clear, and he began to thrust his tongue into her sex harder, while Kirsten gripped his hair and held his head steady as he worked his magic on her.
“Oh, God, Sandy, Sandy, baby, so close…” Kirsten moaned, gasping for breath as she began to feel the onset of orgasm tear through her, her inner walls narrowing around his tongue. Roughly, she pushed him away and got to her feet, not bothering with her shoes. After checking that no one was looking through her glass doors, she pulled Sandy up from under the table and helped him to his feet. They stood in the middle of her sun lit office, looking at each other for a moment, both their faces devoid of any expression except for the desire darkening in their eyes. Their arousal was evident, Sandy’s erection visible through his trousers, and Kirsten wet between her legs, with no underwear beneath the dress she wore.
Simultaneously, Sandy and Kirsten moved towards each other, closing whatever distance there was between the two of them. He caught her in his arms, while she hooked her leg around his waist, moaning as she felt his hardness against her groin. Kirsten’s work long forgotten, their lips met hungrily, having been desperate for the other far too long. She wrapped her arms around Sandy’s shoulders and pulled him tight to her, their teeth crashing and their tongues gliding against the other after she deepened the kiss. One of his hands found their way under her skirt, cupping and squeezing her rear and holding her up to him for support. The other one danced down her side before moving to cup her breast, a little surprised that she wasn’t wearing a bra, but pleased when he felt her nipple harden through her top as he rotated his thumb over the bud.
Kirsten moaned into his mouth. The foreplay had certainly gone on long enough. She broke off the kiss and looked at Sandy lustfully. “Not here.” She breathed, feeling him give her other breast the same attention he gave to her other one earlier. Her hips bucked uncontrollably, her exposed sex coming into contact with his erection through his pants. She groaned in frustration, gripping his shoulders as she grinded herself against him desperately. She needed him inside her, and she needed him now. “Sandy... through that door there.” Kirsten begged, gesturing to a door at the far corner of her spacious office. He carried her towards the door she indicated, while Kirsten dropped her head to plant several wet, open-mouthed kisses on his neck, kissing every part of him that she could reach.
Sandy kicked the door open, Kirsten closing and locking it behind her before she dipped her head to kiss him again. He turned them around and dropped her gently on the edge of the long table in the middle of the room - Kirsten’s conference room. She fought with his suit jacket, eventually managing to push it off his body. Sandy chuckled against her lips as she began unbuttoning his polo shirt, working with nimble fingers. In her desperation to have it off him, she found herself struggling, which only amused Sandy even more. He pulled away from her kiss-swollen lips and uncurled her legs from around his middle. He pushed her further, until her whole body was on top of the wooden table before he climbed up next to her with his hands taking care of the buttons on his shirt.
In the meantime, Kirsten had pulled her dress over her head, bringing her silk top along, leaving her completely nude on the table. The sight of Kirsten in all her naked glory inside a room in her office was such a huge turn on for Sandy that he felt his dick twitch and harden even more. My wife is full of surprises, Sandy thought, his eyes widening at the unexpected sight. But of course, he wasn’t complaining. Not at all.
“Sandy, take off your pants.” She growled in a low voice, the skin on her chest flushing a rosy hue as she continued breathing heavily. Sandy looked at her, slightly stunned, although he knew it was the impatience in her talking. “I said, take off your pants. You made me horny in front of my father, and I’m lying naked on top of a table in his office, and I need you now.” Without waiting for him to register her words, she knelt in front of him and began working on the buckle of his belt. She finally succeeded in pushing his pants and his boxers down his legs and with a little help from her feet, she pushed them all the way to the floor, along with their other discarded clothes.
Kirsten pressed Sandy down so that he was lying supine on the table, and looked at him with pure lust. She straddled him strategically and took hold of his erect penis. After stroking it several times, to which she enjoyed as it hardened in her hands, she guided him into her folds before she lowered herself onto him at an agonizing pace, letting her walls get used to the feel of his cock inside her at first. A groan escaped her lips at the familiar pleasurable friction of their bodies joined together; her eyes squeezed shut in infinite pleasure. Below her, Sandy groaned along as well, feeling her envelope him like a warm, velvet glove. Kirsten was so slick that sliding further into her was a breeze. Both his hands flew to her waist, his fingers brushing lightly over the small tattoo on her lower back that only he and Kirsten knew about, the one she had gotten in college. He held on to her as she made it all the way down, the tip of his shaft barely bumping into her cervix as he filled her.
“You feel so good.” Sandy muttered unnecessarily, holding on to Kirsten as she suddenly picked up her pace. She withdrew from him until only the tip remained inside her, before she thrusted down on him rapidly in succession. In and out, in and out. She rode him roughly, not bothering with the slow and tender movements they usually had during sex. She was fucking him this time, making him slam inside her as she rocked on top of him. He challenged her movements with thrusts of his own, his hips bucking uncontrollably from the table, his breathing labored and heavy. Kirsten fell forward onto his chest, supporting the upper half of her body with her hands on either side of Sandy’s head as she continued to slam down on him, her new position allowing him to penetrate her deeper.
One of Sandy’s hands found its way back to her breast, this time unobstructed from any bothersome clothing. While his wife continued to move on top of him in their intercourse, he fondled the delicate flesh, running his thumb over her nipple until the rosy bud hardened painfully. Kirsten moaned again and arched her back, pushing her breasts against his hand, urging him for more. Beats of sweat appeared on her forehead, and she gasped for breath as she began to feel the familiar onset of her orgasm.
“Harder.” She rasped, despite knowing that their pace was in her control. Sandy dropped his hand from her breast and used his arm instead to support himself up as he leaned forward to capture Kirsten’s lips in a rough kiss. Knowing she was close, he willingly obliged her wishes, thrusting his body into hers swiftly while her mouth parted to meet Sandy’s tongue, gliding against each other erotically. His name mixed with several moans and gasps from Kirsten pushed Sandy to the edge too, his balls tightening as he felt his own orgasm fast approaching. Quickly taking action, he moved his mouth to her ear and swirled the tip of his tongue into her lobe. White light briefly flashing in front of her own eyes, Kirsten came with a high-pitched cry, her lithe body overwhelmed in tremors as her pleasure rushed through her. Sandy held back as long as he could, but her walls tightening against his cock brought him to his high, and he came inside of her, calling out her name to the empty room, praising her.
Gradually, their orgasms faded, and Kirsten fell on top of Sandy’s chest, still breathing heavily from the sheer effort of their lovemaking. Sandy gently brushed away the damp strands of her blond hair away from her forehead and kissed her head, trying to calm down his breathing as well. They continued to hold on to each other, momentarily forgetting where they were as they lay in their beautiful afterglow together.
“Kirsten?” Sandy, as always, was the first one to break the silence.
Kirsten lifted her head wearily to look at him, and silence passed between the two of them again as they took the sight of each other in, both flushed and breathless, but satisfied. “Yes, Sandy?” She finally answered.
“Did you really just say the word horny?”
She blushed, embarrassed at her earlier behavior. “What do you think, honey?” Kirsten knew that Sandy knew she wasn’t normally like that, and for him to see her in such a state must’ve been a turn on for him. Not to mention, that word itself.
“I think…” Sandy moved his gaze from her face to her naked body on top of him, before looking back into her eyes with desire. “You were amazing.” He and Kirsten shared a smile before she lowered her head to kiss him again. Slowly, this time, with none of the desperation earlier, but passionate, all the same.
They pulled away from each other, and Sandy cupped his beloved’s face as another mischievous smile danced on her lips. “You know…” Her voice trailed off teasingly while she toyed with the chest hair exposed by his half-opened polo shirt. “Maybe I should visit you in your office soon.”
At hearing this, Sandy rolled them over so that he was now on top of her. His grin matched hers as he looked down at her with mischief in his eyes. “I think that sounds like a brilliant idea.”
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