Page 51 of Christmas with Three Firemen

She responds instantly. Her hands come up and fist in my shirt, pulling me closer, almost desperately. She kisses me back with the same hunger, her body pressing into mine like she has been waiting for this too. The sound she makes against my mouth is soft and needy, and it undoes something in me.

I slide one hand into her hair, the other gripping her waist, and I walk her backward until her hips meet the edge of my desk. I keep kissing her, deeper now, tasting her, feeling the way she melts against me. Her fingers tighten in my shirt, tugging me even closer, like she does not want any space between us at all.

I pull back just enough to look at her. Her lips are parted, her cheeks flushed, her green eyes dark with the same need I feel. My forehead rests against hers for a second as I try to catch my breath, but it is pointless. I want her too much.

I kiss her again, slower this time, savoring the way she sighs into my mouth and pulls me tighter against her body.

I lift her onto the desk without breaking the kiss. Papers scatter to the floor. I do not care. I push her skirt up her thighs and pull her panties aside.

My fingers find her wet and ready. I slide two fingers inside her slowly, curling them while my thumb circles her clit. She gasps into my mouth and her hips roll against my hand.

I keep kissing her, deep and hungry, while I work her with my fingers. She feels incredible. Hot. Tight. So responsive to every touch. I have wanted this for so long that the reality of having her like this almost feels unreal.

I pull my fingers out of her. I open my belt and pants, then take her hand in mine. I guide it down between us until her fingers wrap around my cock. She strokes me once, twice, slow and curious.

“Feel it,” I say quietly against her ear. My voice is low, almost rough. “Feel how hard you make me.”

She holds me tighter, stroking me with long, deliberate movements. I sigh deeply and bury my face in the side of her neck, breathing her in. The feeling of her hand on me is almost too much. I kiss her neck, her jaw, her ear, while she keeps stroking me. The office feels surreal in this moment. Just the two of us, the quiet hum of the station somewhere far away, and her hand moving on me like she has been thinking about this too.

She leans closer, lips brushing my ear.

“I want you inside me,” she whispers. “Please.”

The words hit me hard.

I groan softly against her neck, then gently pull her hand away. I take a step back, eyes locked on hers, and guide her toward the couch in the corner of my office. I sit down first, legs spread, cock hard and aching against my stomach. I pull her onto my lap so she is straddling me.

Her skirt is bunched around her waist. I push her panties to the side and rub the head of my cock against her slick entrance, teasing her slowly, letting her feel how hard I am for her. She rocks her hips, trying to take me, but I hold her still for a moment longer, savoring the anticipation.

Then I guide her down onto me.

I push inside her in one slow, deep thrust until I am buried to the hilt. The feeling of her tight, wet pussy taking every inch of me is overwhelming. I groan low in my throat and wrap my arms around her waist, holding her flush against me.

For a few long seconds we stay like that. Connected. Breathing each other in. I can feel her heartbeat against my chest. I cup her breasts with both hands, thumbs brushing over her nipples as she starts to move on me. She rides me slowly at first, rolling her hips in a deep, sensual rhythm. I squeeze her breasts, pinching her nipples gently while she bounces on my cock.

She starts to moan louder. I slide one hand up and cover her mouth gently, muffling the sounds. My other hand stays on her breast, kneading it as she rides me harder.

“Quiet,” I whisper against her ear, voice rough. “Just feel me.”

She nods against my hand, eyes half-lidded, and keeps moving on me. The couch creaks softly under us. I thrust up to meet her, deep and steady, while I keep one hand over her mouth and the other on her breast.

She rides me harder, and I lose myself in the feeling of her tight heat around me.

But I need more.

I lift her off me, stand up, and turn her around. I guide her to the desk, bending her over it so her chest and elbows rest on the wood. Her ass is perfect like this. I grip her hips, line myself up, and slide back inside her from behind in one smooth thrust. She feels even tighter in this position. I groan and start fucking her with deep, powerful strokes.

I lean over her, chest pressed to her back, and whisper against her ear.

“You feel so fucking perfect,” I murmur. “So good for me. I could die right now and still be the happiest man on earth.”

She moans softly into the desk. I keep one hand on her hip and slide the other around to rub her clit while I thrust into her. My mouth stays close to her ear, saying quiet, rough things I have never said to anyone else.

“I’ve wanted you like this for so long,” I tell her. “Every time you looked at me like you hated me. Every time you walked into this office. I wanted to bend you over my desk and make you feel how much I need you.”

She pushes back against me, meeting every thrust. I keep fucking her, rubbing her clit until I feel her start to tremble. She comes hard, clenching around my cock, her body shaking under me. The feeling pulls me over the edge with her. I bury myself deep and come inside her, groaning low against her neck as I fill her.

We stay like that for a long moment. Me still inside her. My arms wrapped around her. Both of us breathing hard in the quiet office. I press soft kisses to the back of her neck and her shoulder, holding her close.