This week's Sex Scene Saturday offering comes from the first book that starts the Corporate series, Corporate Seduction, available in ebook and in print from Phaze Books. Enjoy May and Winston as they get it on. Mmmmm!
Win set her on her feet, then took a second to gaze at her after he flipped on the light.
In desperation, she clawed at his shirt, ripping off buttons and sending them flying across the room. He pulled her skirt down then yanked her top over her head.
May didn’t care where her clothes landed. She wanted to feel him on top of her, inside her, possessing her senses, her pleasure. Having his cock in her mouth didn’t feel strange. She wanted it there. She wanted to please him. To feel his hardness against her tongue and listen to him moan made her wet.
It was then she realized the true exchange of power. Even when she’d dominated him at The Oh Club, she pleased him. And when he dominated her at work, he made her happy.
She would have felt guilty about the blowjob, but Winston had already admitted before she knew who he was and before he realized who she was at The Oh Club that he no longer had a girlfriend. So, he and Courtney had broken up. Big shock.
Once she was naked, Winston stopped and stared at her sitting on his bed.
“What?” May wanted to keep the action going. Whatever had stopped Win, he needed to get over it.
But, he said nothing. He just looked at her body as though it was the first time he’d seen it. Maybe he was amazed at seeing her naked in his house, on his bed.
Reaching into the nightstand drawer, he pulled out a string of wrapped condoms. Instead of opening one of the packages and sliding one on, he handed it to her.
“Put one on me.”
Obediently, she unwrapped the thin membrane and sheathed him, sliding it all the way down over his impressive hardness. She prepared to lie back on the bed when he took her hand and brought her to her feet. Taking her to his dresser with a large mirror behind it, he placed her hands on it and brought her legs back and apart so that she was bending over.
In a teasing fashion, he slid the head up and down over her wet nether lips. She pushed herself back to get him inside of her but he held onto her waist, keeping her in her position.
Rubbing it against her clit, she moaned. He brought the tip up to her opening and, with the easiness of a skilled surgeon, he slid himself inside to only halfway.
“Win, please.” Her legs trembled.
“Yes, Maybelline. Tell me what you want. Say it.”
She could tell he spoke through gritted teeth.
“Fuck me, Win. I need to feel you inside of me.”
As soon as she said the words, he pushed himself inside of her to the hilt. Her body writhed against his. She squeezed her eyelids shut as she suppressed the urge to have an immediate orgasm from the entry.
Holding onto her hips, he made long, slow thrusts. This man knew how to pleasure her, how to own her body. Her fingernails clawed the surface of his dresser.
“Look at us, Maybelline. Open your eyes.”
With great reluctance, she did so. His tanned body and her light, chestnut-colored skin complemented each other beautifully.
She watched his expression over her shoulder. He tried staring back at her in the reflection, but occasionally he would close his eyes and bite his lower lip.
A thin layer of sweat covered his face and body. His large hands possessed her hips, squeezing them hard to let her know he would not be letting her go any time soon.
Bending over, he kissed her shoulder then the back of her neck. The feeling of his warm, firm lips against her skin caused her skin to tingle and her heart to pound. She forgot that this man was her boss. Winston Biggers was a man. Right now she was his woman.
His hand slid around to her waist then traveled down between her legs where he expertly found her clitoris. The tip of his finger rubbed it until her body undulated, pushing back against him, then moved forward onto his hand. His other hand glided along her midsection to her breast where he cupped it, massaged it in his hand, and let her nipple twirl around his thumb and forefinger.
With his arms around her body and his full length inside of her, she felt captured. It was a bondage she wasn’t looking to escape. She didn’t just need sex; she needed Winston.
May turned her head and kissed his upper arm that was closest to her face. Saltiness laced his damp flesh as he continued to rock against her, moving in and out of her with increasing speed.
“Maybelline! Christ, you’re so tight! So wet. Don’t come.” His arms squeezed her tighter as though he were trying to suppress his own need for sexual explosion.
“Please, Win.” She grabbed his hand that was between her legs and pushed it against her even more. “I can’t hold out much longer.”
In a surprising move, Winston pulled out of her, turned her around, sat her on the dresser, then wrapped her legs around him just as he entered her again.
May screamed and had to hold onto his shoulders. Staring into his now dark blue eyes, she understood his need for them to face one another before the climax.
She tightened her legs around him. His hands grabbed her ass as he pounded into her. When she felt his body shaking along with hers, she knew he was just as close to coming as she was.
“Now, May! Now!” he exclaimed.
With her head leaned back and her fingernails embedded into his skin, May let out a scream that echoed off his walls.
Winston, on the other hand, growled. His hand fisted her hair as he made a final, deep plunge inside of her. They held that position, clutching each other for what seemed like eternity.
When he finally pulled back, Winston moved his mouth over to hers like he wanted to kiss her. The session would have ended perfectly with the kiss.
May turned her head.
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