He gives another one of those dry, breathy laughs. “Well, I’ve always been an overachiever.”
I giggle. I want to hug him, but it wouldn’t be appropriate and he’d never allow it, so I hug myself instead.
“I am happy for your family. And I’m happy it’s made you happy. Tomorrow I’ll check on getting you an extra day off every month. I think they’ll go for it if you give up your weekly hours.”
“I’m fine to give those up since I won’t have anyone to visit anyway.”
“Good.”
I expect him to turn his chair and get back to work after that, but he keeps looking at me. I can usually read his expressions now, but sometimes he’s still a mystery to me. I have no idea what he’s thinking as he gazes at me like that.
Finally I ask, “Do you want to take a break now since you missed yours this afternoon?” He was really consumed with working earlier today, and I left to see my family before he thought to take a break.
“It’s late. You’re not tired?”
“No. I’m not tired at all. I’m wired.”
His mouth twitches. “All right then.” He makes the summoning gesture with his hand.
Joy and excitement are still bubbling just below the surface in me. It feels like I’m so full of them that they might actually spill out. I rub his shoulders for a few minutes, trying to dig deep into the knots and tension I find. Then I push into the nape of his neck with my knuckles until he groans and drops his head forward.
I pull the tie out of his hair so I can comb my fingers through it, pressing my fingertips along the ridges of his skull.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” he murmurs. “Why does that feel so good?”
“Your head is too full of brains,” I tell him. “It has trouble holding them all, so it gets all stressed and strained and needs the break too.”
He chokes on a laugh, then keeps laughing softly as I continue the head massage.
He didn’t give me a time limit this evening, so I don’t rush it. I keep working on his neck and head until he finally rasps, “That’s enough, Jess. Come around and get on your knees.”
My heart jumps, and my pussy clenches. I walk around in front of him and let him pull me down onto my knees on the small rug. Then I fit myself between his legs. He’s hard in his pants—I can see it as I reach over to undo the buttons. It’s late in the day, so the natural scent of him is stronger than usual.
I breathe him in as I pull out his cock. I love the smell of him. How real and carnal it is. How deeply familiar. How unquestionably safe.
A clench of ownership tightens below my belly as I lift his erection to my preferred angle and then slide my mouth down around him.
“Yes,” he murmurs thickly, pulling the pins out of my hair to let it fall down my back. “That’s my Jess. That’s my girl. Take me all the way in.”
I mumble a pleased, wordless response as I reposition my tongue and then hollow out my cheeks for the first time in a long, firm suck.
“Yes,” he exhales with a long hiss. “Yes. You know what I need.”
His hands on my head feel more urgent than normal for this early in the session. After all, he came hard and long only this morning. But his body is tense, and the way he’s holding my head feels greedy. Almost desperate.
I intensify my sucking.
He groans in response. I draw in fast breaths through my nose and make hungry sounds around his cock as I bob my head.
“Let me in deeper, baby,” he rasps. When I soften my throat muscles to take him in farther, he grunts and jerks his hips. “That’s right. Just like that. I need more of you. I need… I need…”
His hips are rocking now. I arch my back and use my hands to help him scoot farther forward in the chair so he can get more range of motion.
I know what he wants. He wants to fuck. I’ve felt the need in him before but never as fully as I do today. He wants to be on top. He wants to thrust. To fuck me. Hard. Primal.
I want him like that too. My pussy clenches around nothing with every jerky thrust he makes into my mouth. We adjust our positions enough for him to better fuck my mouth, but it still doesn’t feel like exactly what he needs.
I want to give it to him.