The Office Party

Part 43

She's never asked for that before, and the pleasure swirls harder inside me. Excited at the thought of giving her pleasure, I strip her clumsily, pushing her shirt and bra off her shoulders and leaving her to push them off the bed as I work her jeans off her legs. I drop them on the floor with one hand while I take hold of her knickers with the other. She raises her knees together, and I lean in and kiss the smooth flesh of her thighs as I pull her underwear down them. She gasps and I can smell her excitement filling my head. As I pull her knickers down her calves and off her feet, I use my now free other hand to part her knees slightly and I lean in to kiss the insides of her legs. One of her hands strays to her breast and she rubs her own nipple. I can see her practically holding her breath in anticipation. I move my mouth higher up her thigh and flick my tongue over a smear of her excitement on the smooth skin of the inside of her leg. She groans.

'Change of plan,' I mutter as I straighten up, already fumbling my jeans open and pushing them down.

She watches me as I undress hurriedly, murmuring to herself softly in approval as I reveal my body. She shifts her legs apart as I climb back onto the bed, one of her hands reaching up to stroke my back as I lower myself on top of her. Her fingers send a trail of shivers through me. I press my body over hers and welcome her hand in my hair as we kiss, and I feel her thighs move either side of me. Sliding my body against her, I push myself away from her kiss and work my way down her body slowly with my lips and tongue. She holds my hair out of my face as far as she can and arches her back with a moan of pleasure.

***

I expect her to stop me after a while, as she would do normally. This is Diana, after all, with her constant need to be in control. But she doesn't. True, it does feel particularly good and right this time – as if virtually everything I do is guaranteed to bring her pleasure; every little stroke of my fingertips on her leg, each flick or slide of my tongue, each tiny change in the tension and position of my lips. I go carefully, allowing her reactions and the feel of her body under me to dictate my pace and pressure.

When I feel her get close, I'm absolutely certain she will stop me. She casts around clumsily for my hand and entwines her fingers in mine, gripping firmly, holding it to her breast. I can feel her nipple press into my skin, and I move my wrist back and forth against it lightly. She groans again, and arches her hips up. She doesn't stop me. It dawns on me that she wants me to keep going, perhaps can't help herself any more, that she's willing to abandon herself to me – and the realisation that it's so unusual and special humbles me and delights me, and makes me love her even more.

She tenses, the muscles in her legs and abdomen taut under her gorgeous skin where my cheeks and face and hands and sides are touching her. Her hips squirm under me, even as her hand in my hair keeps my head exactly where she needs it. She bunches thick strands of my hair in her fingers and it pulls slightly, but that just turns me on even more. She breathes quickly, alternating whispering my name with muttered swearwords and incoherent groans. I throb with the anticipation of pushing her right to the edge, of tasting her as she tips over.

***

Afterwards, I slide myself up to lie on her and like the way her arm distractedly circles my shoulders as I snuggle against her. Her eyes are still closed as her breathing struggles to return to normal, and her body is soft and hot under mine. It feels wonderful. After wiping my mouth on my arm quickly, I nuzzle her neck and kiss her cheek gently. Our legs curl around each other as we shift to lie more comfortably against each other. I feel quite dizzy with happiness at the intensity of the pleasure I've obviously given her. I also feel dizzy with the realisation that she has willingly abandoned herself to me, in a way that is extremely unusual for her.

She runs a finger down my back absent-mindedly and grunts as she feels me shiver with arousal. One eye opens and she turns her head to look at me, her serious expression making me smile. I kiss her mouth softly and arch my body into hers, not caring that she doesn't respond. I'm just happy to be with her, that we have such a beautiful relationship.

'Fiona? You...that was...I...' She sighs, and falters again.

I give her a moment, but she doesn't seem to be able to carry on, so I kiss her mouth to save her awkwardness. She grunts, as if in disapproval, but soon she responds and we have a slow, deep, full kiss – one of the most intense we've had for a long time. If I had ever had any doubts over how much I love her, they would disappear under such a kiss. I also couldn't hide how aroused I am by it even if I wanted to, and slowly her kiss becomes firmer and more probing.

Just as I feel the tension twist my insides, she makes a move to slide out from under me, running her hands down my sides to my hips, to hold me where I am. The kiss breaks and I reach out to try to stop her going. She brushes my face with her lips softly and reaches behind her to blindly fumble my bedside cabinet open. 'I need to do this, Fiona.'

I wonder what she means, and press my body onto hers to look over the side of the bed as best I can. Her breath catches for a moment at the feel of my bare skin sliding against hers, but her hand doesn't stop rooting around in one of the drawers. Eventually she pulls out the toy I “rescued” from the hotel room in Germany, and unfastens the strap.

'Oh, I see. OK.' I grin at her and move off her, holding it while she puts it on. 'Go on, then, if you must.'

She moves from under me, resting a hand firmly in the small of my back to keep me where I am as she adjusts it quickly. Then she slides her hand down to push my legs apart and turns herself over to cover me with her body. She leans in for a second and strokes her breasts over my back, pushing my thighs apart with her knees and moving between them. I reach between my legs and press the thing against myself, lifting my hips onto her as I touch myself with it for a second or two, then I feel her hand cover mine and together we guide it carefully but firmly inside me as she begins to thrust.