As soon as Henry left the room, Jasmine turned on him. She stalked towards him and there was fire in her eyes. He was unbelievably aroused by the picture she made. “How dare you act like a horses ass, you pompous, corporate drone!” she shouted at him.
She was less than a foot away, as she stared him down, with anger pouring off of her. He’d seen her angry before but he expected steam to start coming out of her ears at any moment. His own anger was rising to the surface. How dare she talk to him like that?
He pressed the button down on his phone. “I want zero interruptions into this room. I don’t care if the place is on fire,” he growled into the intercom.
“Yes sir,” came the reply and then the connection went dead.
He started stalking towards her. She seemed to realize her predicament, because she began to retreat fast. Her temper evaporated, as her eyes rounded. He must have looked a little more frightening than he thought but his cool had left and his anger was boiling over.
She was the one who left him because he was poor. She was the one who thought she was still miss high and mighty. She kept trying to rub in his face he’d been replaced by her boyfriend. He couldn’t even think, he was so mad.
He backed her up until her legs hit the table. She stood pressed up against the hard surface. There was no escape. Her breath quickened, making her breasts rise and fall faster against his chest. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were swollen from her nervously chewing on them.
Her eyes were still rounded in fear. If it had only been fear, he may have been able to pull out of his anger but he also saw some excitement in their depths. She still wanted him but she was fighting herself, as much as she was fighting him. He needed her now!
He felt a low growl rumble from his throat. He closed the small gap between them, crushing his lips onto hers. He grabbed her neck to pull her closer, pushing his tongue against her lips, demanding entrance.
She reached her hand up to push him away but instead she ended up gripping his shirt. She couldn’t stop her own body’s betrayal. She was on fire as his lips turned from almost abusive to seductive. He accessed her mouth and then tangled his tongue with hers.
She could feel the heat pooling in her core as he deepened the kiss and pulled her so close to him she didn’t know where her body ended and his began. Her hands slipped up behind his neck and she found herself pulling him closer.
He groaned, as she tangled her tongue with his. She couldn’t get close enough. She pressed her aching core against his arousal and was surprised to find out the groan she heard was her own voice.
He suddenly grabbed her hips and sat her on the table, moving so he could fit between her thighs. Her silky skirt slid out of the way and then he was pulling her forward. The table was the perfect height, so he fit against her in the most intimate way possible. He ground his erection against her core, needing the clothing to be out of the way.
He couldn’t think beyond anything but his need. He was hungry and only she could satisfy him. He broke the kiss long enough to trail his lips down her neck. He whisked the shirt off of her in seconds and then gasped in pleasure at the scrap of lace, which was barely covering her incredibly luscious breasts. They were spilling out of the material, begging for his touch.
He didn’t disappoint her. He unlatched her bra and then cupped the glorious weight in his hands as he brought his head down to take her hardened, dusky pink nipple into his mouth. He sucked the pink bud deep inside his mouth and felt his erection jump as she groaned out her pleasure. The noises of ecstasy were quickly pushing him to completion. He couldn’t think, hell he could barely stand there.
He moved his head to lavish her other nipple and then brought his lips back up to hers, no longer being able to keep from kissing her. As he continued to kiss her with years of pent up passion he undid his pants and then ripped her scrap of panties away. She groaned as he pressed up against her moist opening.
He reached down with his hand to feel if she was ready for him. She was wet, hot and tight and he couldn’t wait one second longer. He removed his hand and with one quick thrust, pushed himself deep within her core.
He groaned in complete ecstasy, as his shaft was gripped by her tight folds. He wasn’t going to last long. He continued to kiss her, as he grabbed her hips and thrust deeply in and out. She was crying out in pleasure, as he pushed his long length deep inside her body. She was surrounding him with her tight heat and it was the most pleasurable thing he’d ever felt.
He’d never had such intense or pleasurable sex in his life. She’d been a girl before, she was all woman now. She yelled out and then he felt her tight heat start gripping him in convulsions. Her entire body started shaking and that was all it took to send him over the edge. He groaned as he shot his release deep inside her.
His body continued shaking as he kept them connected until the very last spasm ran through their bodies. He reluctantly pulled back and then stared down at her. She was flushed, sitting there on the table, with her beautiful breasts exposed and her mouth swollen from his kisses.
Her normally perfect hair was pulled free of the bun and with her flushed cheeks, she was the most gorgeous creature he’d ever seen before. She looked like she’d just been devoured, which made him want to start all over again.
He was getting ready to kiss her, already feeling at a loss without her touch. Her expression changed from one of complete satisfaction, to horror at what she’d done. He knew the moment was over and now was the time for consequences.
She reached her hand up and slapped him hard across the face before he knew what was happening. He was shocked from the sting of it. He brought his hand up to his cheek, feeling the heat. He smiled a bit at the strength she’d exhibited. He’d never had a woman give that reaction after sex. They were usually purring with their content. He knew he was a great lover.